Song Xiang fell to the ground, her buttocks hurting so much that she couldn't move. She lay there for a long time before she recovered.
An Xuyue reached out and poked her, "Are you okay?"
Song Xiang: "...not very good."
An Xuyue thought for a moment, hugged her knees with her hands, and started crying intermittently again.
Song Xiang really doesn't understand why such a grown-up person loves to cry so much.
We can't delay like this, otherwise something will really happen.
Song Xiang stood up, stretched out his hand to pull An Xuyue, and pulled him onto his back.
"Don't move around, I'll carry you out."
An Xuyue didn't move, she just kept crying and calling "Xiao Yan". In the middle of the process, she didn't know if she was too angry, so she turned around and started cursing Yan Han's father - Yan Zhicheng.
Song Xiang tried his best to get her out of the bathroom and quickly put her on the bed.
Two nurses came over and bandaged it hurriedly.
Just halfway through the bandaging, An Xuyue began to struggle again, and took off the gauze on her wrist in a few strokes. Blood fell drop by drop on the side of the bed, which looked extremely scary.
Song Xiang had no choice but to yell: "Shan Han will be back soon! What are you doing!!"
An Xuyue stared at her big watery eyes, her cheeks puffed up little by little, looked at her in disbelief, and cried again.
Song Xiang: "..."
She scratched her hair, and while An Xuyue was crying, she signaled the nurse to take action quickly.
Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside.
An Xuyue's crying stopped suddenly and she looked up at Song Xiang, "It's really Xiao Yan who is back."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, he is back. Calm down, get dressed and wait for him."
An Xuyue wiped her face with her uninjured hand, lay down quietly, and suddenly became good-behaved.
Song Xiang put her hands on her hips and wanted to walk out, but An Xuyue suddenly stopped her again.
"Why did he come back when you said he would come back?"
Song Xiang: "No, he..."
An Xuyue stared at her and asked, "What is your relationship?"
Song Xiang opened her mouth, wanting to talk about the relationship between superiors and subordinates, but she didn't say anything yet.
A bang, the obvious sound of breaking porcelain, came from downstairs.
She hurriedly ran out and happened to see Yan Han smashing a crystal ashtray to the ground. The thick ashtray shattered instantly and the ground cracked.
"You can't even look at someone, what do you do!!"
Everyone was silent, and the old housekeeper sighed and went up to persuade him to go and see An Xuyue first.
"Does she need me to see her?! She won't die even if I die!"
Severe cold veins popped up on his forehead, and his whole body was like a lion in anger, with a violent aura all over his body.
Without waiting for the old butler to continue persuading him, he pressed his belt with one hand, turned his head and smashed all the objects he saw in front of him to the ground with frightening force.
There were several violent noises in a row, and they didn't stop at all.
Song Xiang stood on the second floor, looking frightened.
There were decorative flowers placed on the railing. With a quick glance, she picked a rose and then, with her head burning, she smashed it directly towards the back of Yan Han's head.
The man was in the midst of a rage when he suddenly felt a force on the back of his head, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around to look towards the second floor.
On the second floor, Song Xiang was frightened by his sinister look and took a step back.
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked in the direction of Song Xiang.
Song Xiang plucked up the courage and said, "Can you see your mother first?"