Song Xiang finished the midnight snack with a heavy heart, and kept observing Yan Lihan during the period. The other party was calm and seemed to have not taken the fish episode to heart.
She sighed secretly, thanked Yan Lihan after she finished eating, and then carried the bag back to the room.
In the kitchen.
The little assistant helped the master pack up his things and murmured in a low voice: "The fish is obviously dead..."
The master glanced at his apprentice and said, "Don't talk too much."
Little assistant: "…"
Depressed, it’s so strange that the rich man is just two fish, and he still has to take the blame for the poor chef.
bedroom
When Song Xiang entered the door, he collapsed on the small sofa, put his hands on his bulging belly, raised his head and stared at the ceiling and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Lihan was a little strange today, but she couldn't say anything strange.
There was news coming from her phone, and she picked it up and glanced at it. It was sent by Su Man.
"Mr. Song, wouldn't you forget me?"
Song Xiang quickly called and was quickly connected.
Su Man's familiar little delicacy sound came over, and it was so cute and gentle that it made people feel soft and soft.
"I'm already in the Imperial Capital. Can I meet tomorrow?"
Song Xiang was surprised, "Of course, I'll treat you to a meal."
Yue Ji's next big thing is all about it. It's a good thing that Su Man can come.
On the other side of the phone, Su Man whispered softly and said a few more words to Song Xiang.
The two made an appointment with the place and then hung up the phone.
Song Xiang raised his hands and stretched. He wanted to go out to drink some water, but hesitated for a while but still didn't go.
For some reason, she felt that she was so stern and cold that she was too lazy to face him.
When we got off the plane in the morning, the atmosphere between us was wrong, as if it was the same as before, and it seemed different.
She walked around the room twice, which was considered to be a digestive food.
Until twelve o'clock, there was no movement outside, so she was ready to rest.
As soon as he lay down, he subconsciously left a place next to him.
After reacting, I couldn't help but pat my forehead.
Are you a fool? What are you doing? Severe Han is next door.
I moved speechlessly in the middle, opened my hands, and the space around me was very large. It was obviously quite comfortable, but I just felt something wrong.
Although they had done all the intimate things in the past five years with Yan Lihan, they didn’t have much sleep in the same bed. Either she knew each other and left, or Yan Lihan got up and took a shower, and then went to the study to work.
If you sleep together occasionally, you will definitely have a whole life, and then you will be tired and close your eyes directly.
It is simply impossible to lie down together when it’s time to fall asleep slowly, just like in the countryside.
Sure enough, habits are terrible.
sleep!
I said it to myself many times in my mind, and finally I felt tired and fell asleep unconsciously.
next door
Yan Lihan held a video conference, but his mind was not on the screen.
All kinds of people in the headset kept speaking, and he responded lightly until the end of the meeting, and someone plucked up the courage to ask for the results of the plan.
"Part3 modification, the rest pass."
After saying that, he did not give the planner a chance to speak, so he directly closed the dialogue channel.
He gently stroked his fingers on the keyboard and accidentally moved it to the monitoring item.
In the camera, Song Xiang's room door was closed tightly, and he was obviously resting.
He hummed without leaving any trace, raised his hand and closed the notebook with all his strength.
She had no psychological pressure at all and fell asleep so easily.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling a little irritable.
I picked up my phone, thought for a while, found Song Xiang’s account, and operated it quickly.