Lu Zechen was pressed on the head and given a drink. Everyone in the circle felt at ease, and then they played two more games, which were not too much.
As a peacemaker, Gong Shiheng usually comes out to smooth things over and suggests switching to other projects.
The game finally ended, everyone dispersed, and went into their favorite place in twos and threes.
Feeling aggrieved, Song Xiang greeted Su Man and Gu Lian and quietly left the room.
Bo Zhan saw her going out and immediately followed her.
The corridor was quiet, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer behind him. Song Xiang did not look back, but strode forward.
"elder sister."
Bo Zhan shouted and grabbed Song Xiang's arm helplessly, "Shall I take you to the old place?"
Song Xiang resisted instinctively, "No, I drove here."
"You've been drinking." Bo Zhan reminded.
Song Xiang grabbed a handful of hair irritably, "Then I'll take a taxi."
"No, I'm not worried."
Bo Zhan gently clasped her arm and led her out, "I know you are in a bad mood. Please let me take you back, otherwise I won't worry."
Song Xiang was in a complicated mood. Even Bo Zhan could tell that she was not in the right mood. Everyone at the table probably knew this too, and maybe they were laughing at her because she couldn't afford it.
"Okay, you can even hang an oil can on your mouth." Bo Zhan leaned over and joked with a smile.
Song Xiang reluctantly tugged at the corners of her lips, "Have you ever seen an oil pot?"
"Of course I have. I was not born a young master."
Bo Zhan said casually, and then took Song Xiang into the underground garage. He spoke frankly and openly about certain topics that others avoided.
Song Xiang envied such people in her heart. She would never be able to be so calm.
Bo Zhan drove the car in front of her. The temperature inside the car was adjusted to just right. Song Xiang sat in the car and her body relaxed naturally.
Along the way, Bo Zhan didn't talk much. When he passed a small shop selling shortbread cookies, he suddenly stopped and went down to buy one.
"Sister, eat a little to cushion your stomach."
Song Xiang took the snack and couldn't describe how it felt. It felt good to be taken care of, which would affect her judgment of a person.
Except for the first meeting, Bo Zhan's behavior was flawless every time. At most, he was a little childish and narrow-minded. There was no problem in the general direction.
"Brother Tianyu had a conversation with Sister Xue before, and they were a little unhappy. Sister Xue probably just wanted to teach him a lesson, not deliberately targeting you." Bo Zhan said again casually.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and responded lightly.
Bo Zhan dropped her off near Jinhua Mansion. This time he didn't even take the initiative to say that he wanted to take her back. He just reminded Song Xiang before getting off the car.
"Sister, button your coat."
When Song Xiang heard this, he quickly checked it and found that it was tightly buckled from top to bottom.
After closing the car door, she leaned over and said thank you to Bo Zhan.
Unexpectedly, Bo Zhan suddenly stepped out of the car.
Song Xiang stared blankly as he approached her.
"What's wrong?"
Bo Zhan smiled, suddenly opened his arms and hugged her.
Song Xiang was shocked and subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Bo Zhan's voice sounded in her ears.
"Give you a hug."
Song Xiang was confused, "What?"
"Don't be sad." Bo Zhan spoke softly and patted her back with his hand, as if coaxing a child.
Song Xiang opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Bo Zhan let go of her in time and took another step back.
"Sister, good night."
Song Xiang was still confused and said stiffly, "Good night."