Song Xiang watched Bo Zhan's car leave and walked to Hengshanju carrying snacks.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, there was no one there when I walked in. I walked to my room a little numb and fell hard on the bed.
He buried his face into the pillow and didn't cry, he just calmly slowed down his breathing.
She was a little angry. On the one hand, she felt that those people were bullying others, and on the other hand, she blamed herself for not being calm enough.
Suman was also at the table, eating pocky with Yu Tianyu as usual, so that people could face it calmly.
Why do I feel uncomfortable all over when I get here?
I blame myself for not living up to expectations and not even managing my emotions properly.
After lying down for a long time, my emotions began to dissipate, and fatigue and sleepiness came to me.
Taking a deep breath, I got up from the bed, silently opened the closet, packed my things, and packed my suitcase.
She doesn't have much, just clothes and a big suitcase.
After finishing everything, I sat on the ground and rested for a while.
The negative emotions came back and I had to drag my body to lie on the bed again.
She hummed softly to the tune of a children's song to coax herself. If she couldn't do it, she would cover her face with a pillow and talk to herself.
He spoke so seriously that he didn't even know someone was coming in.
Yan Han entered the door and first saw the shoes beside the door. As he walked in, he vaguely heard a woman's voice.
The door to Song Xiang's room was open, so he walked in unceremoniously and stood beside Song Xiang's bed.
Song Xiang covered her face and was talking vaguely, completely unaware that there was someone beside the bed.
After a while, Yan Han glanced at her and suddenly said: "Does it take you so long to coax yourself?"
Song Xiang's voice stopped suddenly.
Her movements were momentarily stuck, and she moved the pillow away from her face in disbelief.
Above his sight is Yan Han's face with a complicated expression.
Song Xiang's mind flashed, and he immediately sat up like a carp.
"Mr. Yan, this is my room!"
Yan Han: "You didn't close the door yourself, do you blame me?"
Song Xiang was already in a bad mood tonight, but when she suddenly heard his unreasonable statement, her anger surged up.
Just as she was about to reason, Yan Han threw something into her face.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then looked down and saw that it was the shirt she had taken off.
Yan Han: "Do you know that leaving personal belongings in that place is a hint in a bar?"
Song Xiang grabbed his shirt, his face instantly turned red, feeling ashamed and angry.
She took it off and quickly hid it behind her back. When she left, she was in such a bad mood that she even forgot to take it.
"You can leave it to Sister Lian..."
"I don't have that much free time."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth.
Standing with Yan Lengyan, he scanned her whole body and found that she was still wearing a thin coat with the upper and lower rows of buttons tightly buttoned.
"Like this coat?"
Song Xiang was slightly startled, and immediately reached out to take it off, but then suddenly remembered that she only had a bra underneath.
She put down her hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Please go out first."
Yan Han snorted, inexplicably took out his phone, swiped it on the screen twice, and then threw the phone in front of Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was confused and glanced at the phone page.
A voice message is playing above.
Lu Zechen's voice came from inside: "Mr. Song, Mr. Lu has offended me tonight. You have a lot of knowledge. Don't be as knowledgeable as me. Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. For Gu Lian's sake, give me some face."