Song Xiang still stayed with An Xuyue and lay on the bed. The people next to him were still talking about what happened at night, very excited and happy.
Song Xiang listened silently, and suddenly couldn't help but ask: "Auntie, did you do something the past two days?"
Judging from Yan Han's tone last night, it should be quite unreasonable.
Sure enough, as soon as she asked, An Xuyue curled her lips and fell aside.
"He deserves it!"
Song Xiang guessed that this "he" should be Yan Zhicheng.
She closed her eyes, still curious, "Then what exactly did you do?"
An Xuyue turned around, leaned into her ear, and whispered a few words.
Song Xiang's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened them and widened in disbelief.
She turned her head and looked at An Xuyue in shock.
"You...sent his nude photos to others?!"
An Xuyue pursed her lips, not taking it seriously at all, and said coolly: "That little star has been to his villa several times. Maybe she has been honest with her long ago. What happened to me sending her two nude photos?"
Song Xiang swallowed and smoothed over the matter.
An Xuyue sent Yan Zhicheng's nude photos to the female artist, but the other party either ignored them or secretly sold them to the media. If they were bolder, they would directly threaten Yan Zhicheng.
No matter which one it was, it was enough to kill the female artist and An Xuyue, the instigator, hundreds of times.
Although she has never met Yan Zhicheng, she has heard the legend about him.
At a young age, he took over the responsibility of Yan Lao and opened up new territories decisively. In less than ten years, Yan was promoted to a world-renowned company.
Yan Zhicheng is definitely the biggest contributor to the Yan family's success in entering the business world from military affairs.
Such a person would not suffer the consequences of being dumb even if he thought about it.
"You came here...to take refuge?" Song Xiang suddenly realized.
An Xuyue pouted, still feeling aggrieved, "Xiao Yan doesn't even stand on my side, he's just as outrageous as me!"
Song Xiang's lips twitched, and instead of talking about the past grudges between the couple, he said that what An Xuyue did this time was really not something that normal people could do.
She originally felt that this muddy water could not flow, but now it seems that it is better to leave quickly.
There's nothing I can say about coming tomorrow night.
No longer chatting with An Xuyue, she turned off the small lamp beside the bed.
An Xuyue was still as talkative as yesterday, even when she turned off the light.
Song Xiang closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, half asleep and half awake.
The room was very quiet.
Suddenly, there was a click.
An Xuyue's voice paused, and Song Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally sleep.
"Xiao...Xiao Yan?"
Song Xiang:???
There were footsteps approaching, and An Xuyue beside her sat up excitedly.
Song Xiang closed her eyes and didn't know whether to open them or not.
At the door, Yan Han frowned when he opened the door, especially when he met An Xuyue's shining eyes.
I'm really confused as to what I want to do.
The doors were all open, so I had to go in bravely.
Inexplicably, he walked to the bedside without saying a word, and his eyes fell on the face of Song Xiang, who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
An Xuyue followed his gaze and looked excited, "Are you here to steal your wife?"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang:!!!
An Xuyue was very happy. She lifted Song Xiang's quilt, gently covered Song Xiang with clothes, and then looked up at Yan Han.
"Quickly, take her away."
Song Xiang was going crazy, and the two thoughts of opening his eyes and not opening his eyes were going back and forth in his mind.
Suddenly, the man standing in front of her leaned over.