Yan Han entered the room, and Song Xiang was waiting outside. While waiting, he read the documents. Time passed very quickly.
The severe cold was quite severe, and it only took fifteen minutes to wash off.
Song Xiang prepared the medicine and waited outside.
As soon as Yan Han went out, he saw Song Xiang standing next to the sofa holding the medicine box with a "silly" look on her face.
He wiped his hair and sat down in front of the sofa with an open attitude, "Move quickly."
Song Xiang pouted, he really thought of me as your maid.
She complained in her heart that when she applied the medicine to Yan Han, she didn't do anything dirty at all. She was a very gentleman.
The injuries on Yan Han's back have finally scabbed over, and it will probably be healed in a short time.
"How do you think this scar should be dealt with?" Yan Han suddenly asked Song Xiang.
Song Xiang scanned the wound with a serious look on his face, "I guess the scar needs to be removed, and natural recovery is unlikely."
Yan Han: "It costs money to remove scars."
Song Xiang paused for a moment, as if he suddenly understood.
Yan Han couldn't hear her and turned his head deliberately, "What? You don't want to admit it?"
Song Xiang smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "How about... you wait for the Zhang family's compensation?"
Yan Han: "..."
Damn woman, I'll sting you to death.
"Your mother only gets a few dollars for being hospitalized for a year. What do you want to do with so much money?"
Song Xiang put away the ointment and said confidently, "Your family's expenses throughout the year are only a few dollars. Why do you make so much money?"
Yan Han laughed angrily and turned around.
"continue!"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and bandaged up quickly.
After the wound treatment was completed, Yanhan put on his clothes and Song Xiang packed the medicine box.
Suddenly, Yan Han turned around again, casually took some burn ointment from the medicine box, and threw it directly in front of Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was stunned, "Are you burned somewhere?"
Yan Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand.
Song Xiang reacted, "I wasn't burned, and the water didn't touch me much."
Yan Han frowned, took the ointment back, and threw it heavily into the medicine box.
"Go to the study."
Song Xiang had no choice but to put away the medicine box and turned to talk to Yan Han: "I'm going to take a bath before I come out."
Yan Han: "I'm not your nanny, there's no need to report it."
Song Xiang took a breath, this man really doesn't know how to speak human words. Just when you think he has some conscience, he turns around and chokes you to death.
She hurried back to her room, packed her clothes and took a shower.
Soak in the bathtub and feel comfortable all over.
Thinking of Yan Han throwing ointment to him just now, I felt happy, as the relationship with Yan Han seemed to have really eased.
If you think about it carefully, if Yan Han had a better temper and didn't have the unclear relationship he once had, he would really be a much-desired friend.
But if you think about it differently, if this is the case, why would Yan Han want to make friends with him?
This is a dead end, and once you understand it, you will find an even more heart-wrenching truth.
If she hadn't been a counselor to Yan Han, she probably wouldn't be able to get into Yan Han's circle even if she struggled all her life.
We are originally people from two worlds...
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, immersed himself in the water for a few seconds, sat up suddenly, and gasped for air against the tiled wall.
She comforted herself that heroes do not ask where they come from.
I got out of the bathtub and quickly dried my hair. My enthusiasm for learning was even higher than yesterday.
After leaving the room, Yan Han was still sitting in the glass room working, without even raising his head.
Song Xiang went to the study by himself and read quietly without disturbing each other.
At eleven o'clock, there was movement outside. Song Xiang thought it was Yan Han who was going to take a rest, but she didn't expect him to come and open the door.
"Mr. Yan."
"The time next weekend is free." Yan Han sat down in front of the sofa.
Song Xiang was confused, "Is there something wrong?"
"Go to the countryside of Nancheng."
"Nancheng?" Song Xiang was surprised
Nancheng is more than 700 kilometers away from the imperial capital, and it is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The Yan family does not have any important industries there.
Yan Han's expression was calm and he said, "I'm going to meet someone."
Song Xiang: "Do you need me to prepare anything?"
Yan Han: "Brain."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "I know, I will bring my brains with me. But you have to tell me what to do. I have to be prepared."
Yan Han stood up, walked to Song Xiang, and leaned close to her notebook.
Song Xiang stepped aside knowingly and watched as Yan Han entered a name in the search box - Gu Yan.
"jeweler?"
"It's a jewelry hunter." Yan Han corrected.
Song Xiang thought for a while and guessed, "Is Yan's jewelry in need?"
Yan Han held Song Xiang's chair with one hand and leaned over to speak: "This man has passed away. There is a gemstone in his inheritance, which meets the requirements of Yan's jewelry as a treasure."
Song Xiang understood, "His widow refuses to sell?"
Yan Yanhan glanced at Song Xiang, his thin lips parted slightly: "If you want the gem, you must first take her life."
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, this kind of people are the most difficult to deal with. They have faith in their hearts and cannot get in.
"Then it's useless if you take me with you."
Yan Han turned sideways, looked around Song Xiang's face, squinted and said, "Not necessarily."
Song Xiang swallowed, feeling as if he had been trusted.
Yan Han straightened up and said, "I recently discovered that you seem to be a bit lucky."