Yan Han's footsteps immediately stopped when a certain terrifying smell approached. His pupils dilated and he stared at Song Xiang.
"Did you order some shit?"
Song Xiang held the takeout and walked sideways like a crab. She used the snail and lion powder as a shield and moved away from Yan Han's eyes.
When she reached the stairs, she quickly turned around and climbed up to the second floor.
Yan Han was stunned and couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Second floor.
Song Xiang entered An Xuyue's room and slapped her chest hard. Oh my god, I was scared to death.
"Xiao Yan doesn't like this." An Xuyue whispered.
Song Xiang shrugged, luckily he didn't love me, otherwise I would have returned to the west just now.
She took out all the things, arranged them one by one, and then went to help An Xuyue come down to eat.
An Xuyue only injured her wrist, but she bled a lot and her face was very pale.
She got out of bed with difficulty, and when she saw something on the table, she began to feel sad again.
"I really want Xiao Yan to eat with me."
Song Xiang couldn't help but roll his eyes, don't think about it, it's impossible, this thing is no different from shit to him.
She took off the chopsticks for An Xuyue and said, "Eat quickly and rest for a while after eating."
An Xuyue puffed up her cheeks, took two puffs of powder, and felt much better. She even invited Song Xiang to eat with her.
While Song Xiang was eating, he looked at the people opposite him.
In just over an hour, An Xuyue had changed her face several times, and it was hard to tell whether it was normal or not.
While she was looking at her, An Xuyue suddenly raised her head and said, "I'm not mentally ill."
Song Xiang looked back.
The only sound left in the room was the sound of swishing powder.
Song Xiang was beating the drum in her heart. An Xuyue was an actor by background, and her native family seemed to be well-off. The encounter with Yan Zhicheng was originally the marriage of a prince and Cinderella. It was regarded as a legendary story among Huadan of the previous generation. What happened that made the two of them so happy?
At this point, even Yan Han is reluctant to see his biological mother.
"Daughter-in-law, has Xiao Yan had dinner?" An Xuyue suddenly asked.
Song Xiang held her forehead, "Auntie, I'm not..."
An Xuyue pursed her lips.
Song Xiang was helpless and breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't know."
"Then go and ask him."
Damn it, I tried my best to save you, but you actually pushed me into the fire pit.
What is the difference between going to see Yan Han now and seeking death?
"Men who work hard have stomach problems, and Xiao Yan also has it. He came back in a hurry, so he must not have had dinner." An Xuyue put down her chopsticks as she said this, looking as if she was too worried to eat.
Song Xiang glanced into her bowl and saw that it was empty.
What a real mother.
She wanted to do Tai Chi again, but An Xuyue had already stood up, took her arm and pushed her out, softly saying: "Please, look at Xiao Yan."
Song Xiang had a big head, so he had to go to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and make sure the smell was gone before going out.
As soon as she walked out, An Xuyue closed the door to the room, cutting off her only way to escape.
I wiped my face and walked downstairs resignedly.
Yan Han was sitting alone on the sofa, surrounded by debris and chaos.
Hearing the noise, he raised his head and looked up the stairs, then lowered the corners of his lips.
Song Xiang stopped defensively and made a truce gesture, "Mr. Yan, can you let me finish my words first?"
Yan Han: "I would be more comfortable if you just died."
Song Xiang sighed, first apologized obediently, and then showed some concern, "You didn't have dinner, are you feeling sick to your stomach?"
Yan Han glanced at her and saw through her directly, "Stop pretending, didn't you still want to poison me with mangoes during the day?"