Song Xiang overestimated his ability. Yesterday, he had a pot of raw rice, but today he cooked it directly into a pot of porridge.
Yan Han passed by the kitchen door and laughed unceremoniously, "What a talent."
Song Xiang was so angry that he moved a stool and sat directly in front of the pot to drink, intending to hold on until he died without being called Yan Han.
Unexpectedly, when Yan Han went out for a trip, he actually carried steamed buns and pancakes in his hands, and he had no intention of sharing them with her.
Dog thief!!!
I drank half the pot of porridge depressedly, and I could hear the sound of water in my stomach even if I moved slightly.
Yan Han came out chewing the buns and spoke in the tone of instructing the maid: "Heat the hot water."
Song Xiang really wanted to put the remaining porridge in the pot on his face, but driven by reason, she endured it and heated hot water while suppressing her depression.
When she went in with the kettle, she found that Yan Han had already placed the bathtub and was waiting for her to pour the water in.
It's really heart-breaking to have to wash Yan Gou with boiled water.
After pouring the hot water, she turned around and found that Yan Han was no longer in the main room. Song Xiang was confused. When she walked out, she saw that Yan Han was standing at the door blowing the wind.
"Mr. Yan, it's ready."
Yan Han turned around and glanced at her, "Why don't you hurry up?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Me first?"
"What else?"
Hey, whoever wants you to be kind, I will boil the water.
Song Xiang muttered, but the air in his chest dissipated a lot. He turned around and closed the small broken door and took off his clothes.
I still turned on the flashlight and solved the problem quickly. After washing, I felt much better.
Yan Han did not ask her to serve him, he boiled water and solved his personal problems.
The day passed in vain, with no progress at all, and at night I had to lie on the same bed and stare.
When Song Xiang lay down, he let out a long sigh.
Yan Han was sitting on the bedside working, and when he heard her sigh, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you feel like you're useless?"
Song Xiang pouted, "That's not true. I can't think of a way, and neither can you."
"If you really can't get it, then leave." Yan Han suddenly said.
Song Xiang was surprised and stood up, "You don't intend to fight to the end?"
Based on her understanding of Yan Han, as long as she decides on one thing, it must be completed no matter what.
"There are no absolutes in matters of love. Who can guarantee success?" Yan Han turned his face sideways and said calmly, "The stone that the old lady is guarding was bought by Gu Yan with her life. She is already this old, and she is not
I'm short of money, how can I hand it over so easily with just a few thoughts?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, a little helpless, "Then..." Just don't come in the first place.
Yan Han saw what she meant and said casually: "Just give it a try."
Song Xiang was speechless, lay down again, and couldn't help but look up information about ancient weirs and gems.
A famous jewelry hunter who mined and collected countless treasures throughout his life, he died in 1986 while searching for sapphires in an old mining area. He was only 38 years old.
There are only a few words about the person in the official data, but the gems are recorded in detail.
Song Xiang frowned after reading it, holding her phone in a daze.
"This man is so stupid."
Yan Yanhan glanced at her and said, "It's just faith. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
Song Xiang snorted, "He had no faith before marrying his wife? For a stone, he ignored his own safety and left all his sorrow to a woman. It's irresponsible!"
Yan Han didn't expect her to be so excited suddenly. He thought about it and wanted to defend Gu Yan.
There was sudden movement outside, accompanied by the screams of the old lady.