Normally, Yan Han would have been shy and would not say anything, but he had some purpose today and had to say it.
He looked down and looked at Song Xiang's hand placed in front of him, carefully clenched into a fist.
"Bo Zhan was six years old when he came home. He looked very cute."
Song Xiang could imagine that he must be loved by everyone.
Yan Han spread his palms upward and said quietly: "That day we met for the first time, Ayan was not at home. I met him at the gate, and he was being taken out of the car by the housekeeper of the Bo family."
Song Xiang listened quietly.
Yan Han's eyes stayed on his hands, and his tone was cold, "He has never seen Ayan, so he recognized me as Ayan."
He narrated bit by bit and easily brought people to that afternoon.
The six-year-old baby is so handsome that even people who don't like children can still be seduced by his smile.
"He said 'Hello brother' to me and then extended his hand to me."
Yan Han said as he stretched out his hand to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was fascinated by what he heard and subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake his hand.
Suddenly, Yan Han grabbed her.
ah!
Song Xiang exclaimed, her palm hurt, and she quickly retracted her hand.
She didn't notice that Yan Han put a toothpick in her palm at some point, and the moment she shook hands, the toothpick pricked her.
He raised his head and met the stern and cold eyes.
Song Xiang understood and held his hands in confusion.
"How is that possible? He is only six years old."
A six-year-old child put thumbtacks in his palms in an attempt to hurt his brother whom he met for the first time.
No one would believe it, especially those eyes of Bo Zhan.
Yan Han leaned back with a sarcastic expression: "Yes, no one would believe it, so even if I was stabbed, I would still be educated when I got home."
Song Xiang was confused, "Who will educate you?"
"The old man thought I was trying to hurt the kid just to vent my anger on Ayan, but I ended up hurting myself."
Song Xiang: "..."
This is a bit miserable.
She sat on the ground, not knowing how to evaluate this matter.
There was no need for Yan Han to frame Bo Zhan, but she couldn't think of anything in herself that was worthy of Bo Zhan's calculations.
Just as she was hesitating, Yan Han leaned over again and grabbed her chin with one hand.
"He is as nice to you now as he was when he saw me and smiled at me. As long as you relax your vigilance..."
The strength of his hand increased and he warned Song Xiang, "Then you are waiting to be nailed."
Song Xiang stepped back a little, pursed his lips and rubbed his chin.
He gave her a stern look, "Don't believe it?"
Song Xiang stood up holding the coffee table and replied: "He pierced you because he thought you were Bo Siyan. Could it be that the housekeeper who carried him out of the car was also pierced?"
Yan Han: "..."
He took a breath and looked at Song Xiang like a fool, "Your brain is..."
Song Xiang raised his hand and continued to ask: "If Bo Zhan has such a big problem, then why does Bo Siyan love him so much?"
Yan Han: "How do I know what serious illness Bao Siyan has?"
Song Xiang complained in her heart: How could I play so well with you when I'm not sick?
She took a step back and said calmly: "Thank you for your story. I will keep a distance from Bo Zhan. At the same time, I also have my own judgment and will not lock in my opinion of a person just because of a story."
His face was stern and cold, and his thin lips pursed into a straight line.
Song Xiang added: "The Zhang family is already going through the judicial process. My safety concerns should disappear. I plan to move out from here tomorrow."