Song Xiang really forgot. What happened next was so angry that it overshadowed the episode where Yan Han took advantage of her. When Yan Han took the initiative to bring it up, she was caught off guard.
The man squinted his eyes with a bit of amusement in his eyes.
"I couldn't hold it back at the time, so I did it casually." He said calmly.
Song Xiang exerted force on her hand, and with a click, the lid of the ointment cracked.
She restrained her movements and put the ointment into the bag.
"Lu Zechen hugged Gu Lian, Yu Tianyu can hug Suman, and you hugged me, there is actually no problem."
She finished speaking slowly, with no emotion audible.
The thing in Yan Han's eyes slowly disappeared. He stared at Song Xiang's side face, savored her words carefully, and immediately snorted.
"Taunting me?"
"No, it's just that you have a clear self-positioning." Song Xiang turned her back to him and said calmly: "You men are not stupid. You know what women can play with. If you hug her and kiss her, what consequences will there be?"
Her tone was calm, but suddenly the topic changed and she added: "It's my fault that I don't have a good background. I can't be like Miss Wang and others, who just sit down and become equal to you."
When she talked about "being equal", her voice lowered unconsciously, with a hint of unwillingness that she couldn't even hide.
Yan Han sat behind her, his thin lips pursed tightly.
He didn't want to stir up class conflicts, but just now his mind was hot and he wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect that the topic changed and he stepped on a thunderbolt.
The atmosphere became cold, and neither party could find anything to say.
After a long time, Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief impatiently, feeling a little irritable.
"Did Bo Zhan send you back?"
Song Xiang responded lightly.
Yan Han turned his face sideways, glanced at the woman not far away, and asked lukewarmly: "What do you think of him?"
Song Xiang leaned on the coffee table and answered truthfully: "I don't know, probably... it's not bad."
Yan Yanhan laughed out loud, and the laughter was continuous, and the meaning of ridicule was obvious.
Song Xiang was a little unhappy and turned around, "Isn't it?"
The younger brother of a good friend would never offend him, right?
Yan Han licked his lips, leaned over and waved to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was a little suspicious and slowly moved closer, but did not dare to get too close.
Yan Han stretched out his hand, fingers spread wide, and put it in front of Song Xiang.
"have a look."
Song Xiang looked at his hand. The fingers were long and the joints were well defined. They were very beautiful.
Yan Yanhan shook his palm, "Can't you see?"
Song Xiang looked carefully and found that there seemed to be a small wound on his palm.
"Is this it?" She pointed with her finger.
Yan Han nodded.
Song Xiang was confused and didn't know what he meant.
"When I was twelve years old, I suffered an injury at Bo's house. A thumbtack went in." Yan Han described.
Song Xiang was surprised that the Yan family was on good terms with the Bo family, and Yan Han was the only son of the Yan family. Even in the Bo family, he should be well protected, so how could he get such an injury.
Yan Han leaned forward and took in Song Xiang's small expression before speaking slowly.
"Guess who did it?"
Song Xiang thought for a while, "Bo...Bo Zhan?"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Song Xiang looked away, a little speechless, "The child just accidentally hurt you."
As for that, I remember it over the years.
Yan Han's face darkened, and he almost lost all hope of narrating. He even wanted to pinch Song Xiang's neck.
Song Xiang saw something wrong with his expression, cleared his throat and asked, "How did he do it?"