Yan Han changed his clothes and walked out of the room with a cold face. When he entered the living room, he realized that Song Xiang had not come back.
He felt unhappy and felt that Song Xiang was starting to go off the rails. He thought that by going to the countryside with him, he could do whatever he wanted.
After turning around twice, he glanced around and suddenly caught a glimpse of the fish tank at the entrance.
The two fish that were supposed to be alive and well inside turned out to be white.
He suddenly remembered that he had unplugged the power supply just now and forgot to plug it in after taking a shower.
It was Song Xiang who struggled to carry the fish up. He still had fresh memories of that day. The dead woman deliberately showed off to him, and then deliberately hid in the room and did not come out.
It's fine now, the two ugly fish are dead.
Song Xiang is back...
Come back as soon as you come back, do you still have to explain to her?
He glanced at the dead fish twice with cold eyes, then turned on the power again, thinking that maybe the fish was as cunning as Song Xiang and pretended to be dead.
After going back and forth several times, neither fish could turn over and floated upward with their belly exposed.
Forget about the rest, that woman has learned to cry recently. If she comes back and finds the fish dead, she will cry, make trouble, and hang herself.
Mr. Yan felt very annoyed and stood in front of the fish tank in silence for a moment.
Ten minutes later, he called Yan Song.
"Find two state banquet chefs to come over now."
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Song Xiang's mind got hot and she said something, and then she couldn't take it back.
Bo Zhan didn't even eat the cake. He rented a motorcycle and took her all the way to the countryside.
When he arrived at the entrance of the nursing home, Bo Zhan did not go in. He glanced at the door number blankly and then sat down on the roadside.
"I can't get in."
Song Xiang was still carrying the cake and felt bad when she saw the child drooping his head.
"Can mom answer the phone?"
Bo Zhan wiped his face with both hands and smiled a little sadly, "Everyone is watching her eating and drinking, and she probably doesn't even know how to use today's mobile phones."
Song Xiang was shocked and felt that the Bo family was too cruel. This was simply driving a person crazy in the slowest way.
She sat down next to Bo Zhan, placed the cake on the higher curb, and opened it carefully.
"Then let's light a candle outside and I'll sing happy birthday to you."
Bo Zhan raised his head, narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly, and looked at Song Xiang intently.
"Sister, are you so nice to everyone?"
Song Xiang shrugged, "You think too much, it's just because you are young."
"Little?" Bo Zhan raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand around Song Xiang's waist.
Song Xiang was startled, and when she was about to avoid him, she realized that he was going to get the small candle behind her.
Bo Zhan spoke slowly while unpacking the candles, "I'm already twenty-one."
Song Xiang sighed: "You are so young, so envious."
Bo Zhan raised the corners of his lips, inserted the candles one by one, and lit them with a lighter.
Through the faint candlelight, Song Xiang could vaguely see something deep in the boy's eyes. She didn't know what it was, but she felt sorry for him.
"Make a wish."
"I didn't have any wishes at first, but now I have them."
Song Xiang was curious and couldn't help but ask: "Want to see mom?"
"Of course not." The boy sneered, clasped his hands together, and lowered his head, "I hope..."
The surroundings were quiet. Song Xiang did not hear Bo Zhan's wish. Instead, a clear cell phone ringtone broke the silence.
Bo Zhan raised his head and pouted angrily, "Is it okay if you don't answer? I will definitely ask you to go back."
Song Xiang was still holding the cake and had no hands to answer the phone. She wanted Bo Zhan to help carry it, but he had already started blowing out the candles.
The bell rang for a long time and finally disappeared helplessly.