Song Xiang followed Gu Lian and asked in a low voice: "Is Yan Han coming too?"
Gu Lian clicked his tongue, "Your radar is quite accurate."
Song Xiang's heart sank, and she even thought about turning around and running away. When she turned around, she saw a group of people behind her. Even Duan Ge was hooked on the shoulder by Yu Tianyu.
"Originally, I thought it would be a busy lunch because there were not many people around, but now it's exciting enough." Yu Tianyu greeted everyone inside and opened the wine in a very generous manner.
There is a special chef on the ship who is delivering food one car at a time.
Lin Yihuan sat down and saw Song Xiang talking to Gu Lian. Thinking of Yan Han's back injury, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
"Hey, Song Xiang, go upstairs and call my brother."
Her tone was arrogant, as if she was commanding a servant, and everyone knew that Song Xiang had something to do with Yan Han, so everyone's attention focused on her.
"Little Song Xiang, come up quickly. Your Mr. Yan hasn't eaten anything all morning. It's said that his back hurts a lot." Lu Zechen helped in a teasing tone.
Song Xiang's face didn't look very good.
Seeing that Duan Ge was about to get angry, Gu Lian spoke first.
"Does he have no legs? Does he have to call Xiang Xiang?"
She didn't care about Lu Zechen's face at all, and glanced at Lin Yihuan, "You feel sorry for your brother so much, just go and cheer yourself up. I've watched you play all morning, and I haven't seen you thinking about your 'seriously ill' brother."
"you!"
Lin Yihuan sat up suddenly, her face flushed red, and when she was about to reply, she glanced upward and her face changed, "Brother!"
Yan Han wore loose clothes, put one hand in his pocket, and walked from top to bottom step by step, his handsome face covered with frost.
"What idiot drove the boat?"
Everyone laughed.
Lin Yihuan bit her lip, "It's... my first time!"
Yan Han walked down and didn't seem to see Song Xiang. He pulled out a chair and sat down at the head table.
"In the future, you need to practice your skills and let your man buy you a private boat. Don't embarrass me by coming out."
Zhao Jinxuan had no choice but to come out to protect his wife, "Brother, you don't know Huanhuan. She just plays whatever she thinks of. It's not like she doesn't have anything at home. How have you ever seen her drive?"
"Xuan can't do it. Your family status is clear at a glance."
There was a roar of laughter.
The atmosphere completely changed. Song Xiang sat aside and did not look in the direction of Yan Han.
He has always been in the center of the crowd. Even if he is surrounded by a group of outstanding children from aristocratic families, as long as he comes out, everyone still has to support him.
When new dishes are served, they pass by Yan Han first and then are transferred away.
"Come, come, come, let's raise a toast to celebrate our youngest son's return to China."
Lu Zechen greeted loudly, and everyone also cheered.
Yan Han originally had a cold expression on his face, but when the young man toasted to him, he softened his expression and drank a large gulp of wine.
Song Xiang watched from the side, thinking that this man really wanted to die. The injury on his back probably hadn't healed yet. The seafood and wine made it very uncomfortable for him to have an attack.
Just as I was thinking about it, the men at the table started to discuss a new topic.
"Bo Zhan met a sweetheart last night. He couldn't see his face clearly in the dark. He doesn't even have a glass slipper at the moment. Do we have to go through yesterday's guest list?"
Song Xiang paused in the movement of peeling the shrimp and unconsciously paid attention to the topic.
I heard the young man sigh, a little playfully, "It's not like I don't have glass slippers."
"What's the meaning?"
Bo Zhan chuckled, "I hugged her and remembered the smell of shampoo on her hair."
"Yo——"
There was a strange noise, and the men gathered together to discuss this topic.
Gu Lian lowered his head to talk to Song Xiang, calling these men idiots.
Song Xiang responded in a low voice, but her heart had already flown far away. The person Bo Zhan was talking about seemed to her...
Feeling a little confused, I looked up and suddenly met a cold gaze.
As if by accident, Yan Han only glanced at her, then lowered his eyes, not taking her seriously at all.