Song Xiang was already thankful that Yan Han didn't rush up to take action. She walked close to the wall and headed towards the kitchen bit by bit.
Under Yan Han's gaze, he successfully entered the kitchen.
The space inside is too big and there are too many things. Fortunately, there is a cup of porridge, which looks very exquisite.
She filled a bowl and took it out, carefully approaching Yan Han.
Yan Han: "Stay away from me, I smell like shit."
Song Xiang took a breath, stopped opposite the coffee table, and pushed the porridge bowl over.
"Drink some porridge first to warm your stomach."
Yan Han glanced at the porridge and snorted awkwardly, "Can I drink the porridge that passed through your hands?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, "Can I still poison you?"
Yan Han leaned back with an expression like "You are a troublemaker, don't even think about harming me."
Song Xiang had no choice but to pick up the porridge bowl, scoop out a large spoonful and put it into his mouth.
"It's not poisonous. I'll get you another bowl, okay?"
After saying that, she picked up the bowl of porridge and stood up, but before she could leave, Yan Han suddenly stood up from the opposite side and snatched the bowl from her hand.
Song Xiang was surprised.
Yan Han sat down and said with a frown: "How do I know if it's poisonous if I get another bowl?"
After saying that, he took a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth with a cold face.
The sweet and greasy smell made his eyebrows frown even more tightly.
Song Xiang was so tortured by the mother and son that her head hurt, so she didn't pay attention to the details of them sharing a spoon for the time being.
She knelt down again and planned to persuade her earnestly.
Yan Han glanced at her and said, "Stop talking nonsense."
Song Xiang choked.
They fell silent, and there was only the sound of the clatter of bowls and spoons when Yan Han was scooping porridge.
After a while, Yan Han put down the porridge bowl and said, "Go get another bowl."
Song Xiang pouted and took the porridge bowl into the kitchen.
She directly brought out a cup of porridge and served it to Yan Han in front of him.
There was probably something in his stomach, and Yan Han's expression softened a lot.
Song Xiang took the opportunity to ask again, but Yan Han said in advance: "Are you a nosy cancer?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Damn it!
She really didn't want to care anymore, thinking that after Yan Han finished eating, she would find an excuse and leave directly.
However, when Yan Han put down the bowl, he said: "You stay next door to her and take care of her for two days."
Song Xiang immediately refused, "Mr. Yan, I also have a job."
Yan Yan gave her a cold look and wanted to say how big Yue Ji could be, but he felt that this was inappropriate and would most likely make Song Xiang furious.
He paused and said, "Just tonight, you can leave tomorrow."
Song Xiang was surprised and couldn't help but ask: "You go in and take a look at her, it will be more useful than me taking care of her for ten days."
Yan Han's face darkened, "Go and ask her what she did two days ago!"
Song Xiang didn't understand why he suddenly got angry, and then heard Yan Han say angrily: "If she wasn't my mother, I could educate her!"
Song Xiang shut his mouth knowingly.
Yan Han stood up, obviously angry again.
He glanced at the woman sitting quietly across the coffee table.
He squinted his eyes and thought of what he just saw on his phone.
"You met Bo Zhan this afternoon."
He used a firm tone, and Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. First she was surprised how the topic changed so quickly, and then she frowned.
"You have people following me?"
Yan Yanhan sneered, extremely disdainful.
Song Xiang also felt that this idea was a bit ridiculous. Yan Han would only let people follow her when she was full.