Yan Song felt that Song Xiang's death from starvation was related to him.
Except for Song Xiang, no one can cure severe cold.
As it approached twelve o'clock, he prepared a table of dishes with all kinds of dishes.
Yan Han and Song Xiang did not deal with each other, so they sat aside and resumed the previous situation of ruling by crossing the river.
The incident happened suddenly, and the meal preparation was not good. There were many dishes on the table with yellow side dishes.
Yan Han is not compatible with mango, and other yellow foods are unpleasant to look at.
Song Xiang had a dull face, picked up the rice bowl without making a sound, picked colored peppers for the beef tenderloin in front of him, and then moved to Yan Han.
After all, he flew back to save his life, so he should be treated kindly.
Yan Han had a cold face, but when he suddenly saw the food in front of him, he blinked in surprise.
His bewildered expression collapsed for a moment, then he cleared his throat and returned to his cold demeanor.
Next to him, Yan Song curled his lips and made a sure decision in his heart.
Some people will only eat beef tenderloin.
Sure enough, after finishing the meal, Yan Han didn't touch any other dishes.
Song Xiang was sitting across from her. She had no appetite. She was a little nauseous and wanted to vomit due to the side effects of the drug reaction.
"Let me make a cup of sweet porridge."
Yan Han was in a good mood and could notice the details, so he turned around and ordered Yan Song.
Yan Song thanked God in his heart, and the young master's brain began to work again.
While waiting for the porridge, Yan Han leaned back and looked at Song Xiang opposite him.
"uncomfortable?"
Song Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's okay..."
Just hold on and see how long you can hold on.
Yan Han snorted in his heart, raised his hand, and casually covered the delicious dishes with a dining cover.
Quiet each other.
Song Xiang leaned against the window, feeling a little dizzy and feeling extremely uncomfortable in his stomach.
"Let the doctor give you an injection." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang was confused, "Injection?"
Yan Han didn't explain, and when Yan Song came back, he talked about the needle.
Not long after, Yan Song brought the doctor in.
"Don't worry, after the injection, the dizziness will be gone soon."
Song Xiang nodded numbly.
After the injection, she felt even less energetic and leaned against the window, feeling groggy and unable to sleep.
At one o'clock in the morning, I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the night view of Tianjin City. It was so beautiful.
She usually has thorns, but she never really softens up. Now under the influence of the drug, she looks like an aggrieved kitten. She is so well-behaved that people can't help but want to rub her head.
Yan Han sat across from her, watching her every move, and his hand on the table began to tap unconsciously.
When he was abroad, he listened to those people reporting on her situation every day.
He was a little happy to know that she went to the villa immediately to inquire about the situation.
Knowing that after inquiring about some of the situation, she just went to a meeting and worked like nothing happened, he naturally broke up with those people and let out all the anger.
Knowing that she didn't listen to him and went out with Bo Zhan, his temper didn't stop and he got on the plane with a fever.
When he started beating Bo Zhan, he was completely tempted to beat that kid to death.
Seeing the blood pouring out, he didn't feel angry.
Bao Siyan rushed to take the person away, but his words were still in his ears.
"If you are willing to kill him for the sake of your wife or girlfriend, I, Bao Siyan, will admit it."
"But if you want to touch my brother, Bao Siyan, just for the sake of your secretary and bedmate, there is no chance!"