Yan Han left Li Ying alone and drove to Hengshan Ju in person.
He originally wanted to call Song Xiang, but when he was about to dial the number, he couldn't help but sneer.
The stupid woman wants to die. It's enough for him to watch her die. What else can he remind her?
As soon as I thought about it, I stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
He lived in Hengshan for a long time, but basically every time he walked in, there was either Song Xiang inside or Yan Song following him.
When he opened the door, there was silence in the room, which instantly raised his anger to the top.
With a bang, the arowana in the fish tank next to it suddenly bumped into the water tank.
Yan Yan walked forward with a cold face and unplugged the power without thinking.
Even if you lack oxygen for a while, you won't die.
Even if they are dead, they are just two fish.
With this thought, he withdrew his gaze and went straight back to the room.
After taking a shower, my body entered a state of fatigue. I lay down and closed my eyes, but I felt something was wrong.
After sharing the same bed with Song Xiang for a week, suddenly lying down alone, I felt a little empty around me.
The image of Song Xiang taking off Bo Zhan's hood flashed through his mind. He snorted heavily and closed his eyes impatiently.
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Song Xiang followed Bo Zhan to make the ceramic doll and handed it over to the store for baking, saying she would have to wait until tomorrow to get it.
"Then I'll come and get it tomorrow." Song Xiang said proactively.
Bo Zhan didn't refuse and took her upstairs to eat. The cake was already ordered.
Song Xiang had a great time. After sitting down, she wanted to buy another gift for Bo Zhan, otherwise she would feel a little inappropriate.
Bo Zhan sat opposite her, holding his chin with one hand and looking lazily.
Song Xiang raised his head and was about to ask him about his preferences when he accidentally caught the disappointment in his eyes.
"Are you... unhappy?"
Bo Zhan twitched the corner of his mouth and said casually: "No."
Song Xiang thought for a while and said, "You can tell me."
Bo Zhan folded his arms in front of him and looked out the window. It was getting dark outside and the lights had been turned on.
"I don't know how she celebrated my birthday."
Song Xiang was stunned and didn't realize who he was talking about at the first moment. After thinking about it for a moment, he guessed that Bo Zhan was talking about his mother.
She was a little embarrassed and didn't feel comfortable talking about this topic.
"She should be celebrating too."
Bo Zhan smiled, leaned back, and licked his lips reluctantly, "Why is she celebrating? She can't even leave the door."
Song Xiang paused, "Are you... sick?"
"Sanitarium." Bo Zhan said casually, but his eyes could not conceal his discomfort, "The old man locked her in and refused to let her out."
Song Xiang was not willing to hear the secrets of a wealthy family, but she couldn't help but sympathize when her mother was mentioned.
From a third point of view, Bo Zhan's mother is a third party and she should not sympathize with her.
But the word "mom" was right on her fingertips, reminding her of Xu Shuyan in a nursing home, so she unintentionally avoided moral restrictions.
"I begged my brother for a long time, and he took her to a nursing home in the suburbs. No one knew."
"But I promised my brother not to see her."
He spoke calmly, but his eyes did not look at Song Xiang, but kept staring at the road next to him.
Song Xiang's throat was dry and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Then... how about taking a sneak peek outside?"
She didn't think much, her mouth was in front of her mind.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Zhan turned his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you willing to accompany me?"
Song Xiang was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Reason told her that she couldn't let go of this muddy water.