Chapter 396 Business that cannot be done at the negotiating table
Song Xiang didn't care what Yan Han said, she had heard even worse things anyway.
Her attention was on the wound on his arm. Shock, fear, doubt, and various emotions were mixed in her mind, forcing her to just stand there in a daze.
Yan Han didn't like her appearance. Compared with the deliberately disguised robot, Song Xiang made him even more uncomfortable.
"come over."
These words were addressed to Song Xiang.
The doctor who was doing the work next to him was stunned for a moment and looked at each other without saying anything.
Song Xiang was stunned and walked closer, and when she was about to get close to him, she stopped again.
Yan Yanhan glanced at her with a worried look on his face, turned to the doctor and said, "Hurry up."
The doctor pursed his lips and quickly speeded up.
Song Xiang couldn't help but stare at the horrific wound. It was wrapped in gauze layer after layer, but there was still blood printed on it, which showed how serious the injury was.
Several doctors were standing around, sweating profusely from work, and it took them a long time to basically finish the treatment.
Yan Han was only wearing a shirt, with every row of buttons unbuttoned, revealing a large area of honey-colored skin.
Song Xiang noticed that in addition to the serious injury on his arm, he also had several stab wounds on his body. Although they were not deep, they looked scary enough.
The doctor exited, Yan Han straightened his shirt, and glanced at Song Xiang with a worried expression.
"What are you looking at!"
Song Xiang: "..."
She opened her mouth, and her dry lips immediately cracked and smelled faintly of blood.
"sorry……"
Yan Han snorted and sneered at her apology.
Song Xiang swallowed, her legs felt a little weak, so she simply knelt down beside Yan Han.
She was leaning on the sofa, eyes lowered and silent, looking very pitiful.
Yan Han breathed a long sigh of relief, grabbed the woman's arm, and brought her to him with one force.
"What kind of quail are you pretending to be!"
His voice sounded unhappy, but it wasn't fierce.
Song Xiang's mouth tightened, and he couldn't hold back his tears.
She obviously doesn't like to cry, but she was just a little timid today and she hasn't recovered yet.
Yan Han became irritated when he saw her crying. He pinched her cheeks and said, "Hold it back!"
Song Xiang: "...?"
She raised her face, her eyes were watery, and she suddenly held back a handful of tears.
Yan Han thought it was a bit funny and tugged his lips, "Didn't you hate me just now? You said I was no different from Bo Zhan. What are you doing here now?"
He pinched Song Xiang's face and looked like a little goldfish when he spoke, which looked a bit funny.
"I didn't say..."
Yan Han snorted and emphasized childishly: "You said it."
Song Xiang didn't want to argue with him. She really didn't say anything. She remembered everything she just said.
"Have you been attacked by a terrorist?" she asked suddenly.
Yan Han was stunned for a moment, then understood what she meant, turned around and glanced at the injury on his arm.
"Someone is seeking death, let me deal with it."
Song Xiang didn't understand what he meant and was a little confused, "Did...we reached an agreement?"
Yan Han wanted to laugh a little and couldn't help but carefully observe the face of the person in front of him.
Although she had followed him for five years, she had only come into contact with serious business people. She had never seen those darker things, and she didn't expect that to be normal.
"I'm still not convinced that you are stupid." He pinched Song Xiang's face twice as if to play.
Song Xiang was indeed dissatisfied and was forced to raise her head and stare at him, looking stupid.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and patiently explained: "Not everything can be resolved at the negotiation table."