Chapter 40 The money you give makes me look above the top
Lu Zechen didn't care whether Song Xiang lived or died, and left with the doctor and reluctant warmth, leaving Song Xiang with a mess.
The room was empty. Song Xiang stood beside Yan Han's bed and could clearly see the man's cold profile. She immediately felt a little scared. She shouldn't have quarreled with him just now.
"Isn't it quite eloquent?" Yan Han opened his eyes slightly, turned his back to Song Xiang, and asked in a mocking tone, "Why are you mute now?"
Song Xiang swallowed and moved to the side, "I was just too nervous, so I offended you. I had no other intention."
Yan Yanhan snorted disdainfully and said feebly, "I thought that with Duan Ge, you would rebel."
Song Xiang clenched her hands, turned away her face, and said calmly, "Young Master Duan and I are just friends. There is no such thing as him being mine."
Yan Han didn't reply and suddenly became quiet.
Song Xiang glanced at him, guessing that he was tired and would not have the strength to fight against her anymore.
She breathed a sigh of relief, looked around the room, walked to the closet, and took out two quilts, one for herself to sleep on the sofa, and the other for Yan Han.
The person on the bed was leaning sideways, his body slightly restrained due to discomfort, and half of his face was covered by his hanging hair. He was half as cold and gloomy as usual, and he looked a little pitiful.
Song Xiang lowered his guard half-heartedly and stepped forward with the quilt in his arms, gently trying to cover Yan Han with it.
She was hesitating whether to remind Yan Han that the little white rabbit next to him was not a white rabbit, at least it was a little black rabbit.
The quilt was pulled back and gently placed on the man's waist, and her hand just brushed the back of his hand.
Suddenly! She didn't notice that the man opened his eyes, raised his head slightly and met the dark eyes behind his hair.
"Mr. Yan?"
As soon as she finished speaking, his wrist was grabbed by him, and then she was pulled to the bed.
Song Xiang really didn't expect that he would still have the strength to do so.
Even so, she didn't have the guts to take action against him. If something happened, her ten lives wouldn't be enough to compensate him.
The man stepped forward and hugged her under the quilt, his head lying on her neck, breathing slightly.
Song Xiang didn't understand what he wanted to do and didn't dare to move.
"Do you know that Duan Ge has committed a crime?" The man's soft voice hit her ear, which made Song Xiang's ears itch.
Song Xiang turned his face sideways, a little suspicious, and said harshly, "I don't care about other people's affairs."
Yan Han smiled softly, with unclear mood and anger, and his voice was calm and mechanical, "In March last year, there was a case involving a strong woman."
The string in Song Xiang's mind became tense, a little unbelievable, and she didn't dare to breathe as she listened to Yan Han's words.
The man paused deliberately and looked at her nervous expression before continuing: "Duan Ge was involved and stayed there for more than a month. It was his father, Duan Xiangtian, who paid a huge sum of money to bail him out."
Song Xiang was shocked. She had read Duan Xiangtian's information, and there was no flaw from top to bottom. There was no way that such a big thing happened to her only son without any rumors.
"What's the result?" She reacted and met Yan Han's eyes, "What's the result of the court's decision?"
Yan Yanhan put his arms on her side and looked deeply. After a while, he quietly said: "The woman took the money and withdrew the lawsuit."
Song Xiang remained silent and took the money to withdraw the lawsuit, basically to confirm that the case was true.
She thought she was fairly accurate in reading people, but she felt that Duan Ge didn't look like this kind of person.
"You get up first, I'll go sleep on the sofa." She avoided the topic and reached out to push Yan Han away, but he remained motionless and showed no intention of letting her go.
Yan Han grabbed her arm and looked at her condescendingly, "Are you going to hit the wall and not look back?"
Song Xiang had a big head and spoke patiently: "Duan Ge and I are just friends. Even if he has really committed a crime, he has nothing to do with me."
"He wants to sleep with you." Yan Han said expressionlessly.
Song Xiang took back the hand that pushed him and said calmly: "Mr. Yan, to be honest, I think I'm pretty good."
He snorted harshly and coldly, with an expression that was indeed true, "Have you suddenly discovered your advantage?"
"I mean, with my face, there are many people who want to sleep with me, but not everyone can succeed."
With a cold face, she saw the man frown slightly, and took advantage of this gap to yank his arm away and roll out of his control.
Suddenly there was nothing in front of Yan Han, and his face became even more ugly, "Song Xiang."
"I know what you mean." Song Xiang smoothed away the broken hair on the side of his face and turned his face to speak: "You are just worried that the things you have used will be used by others, and you feel uncomfortable in your heart."
Yan Han pursed his thin lips tightly and did not deny her statement.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and said firmly, "You can rest assured that the money I got from you is enough, so much that my eyes are above my head, and I will never sleep with anyone easily."
After she finished speaking, she got out of bed.
"I'm going to sleep on the sofa outside. You can go to bed early."
Yan Han didn't look at her and didn't even bother to say the word "Go".
Song Xiang looked calm, dragged herself to the living room, turned off most of the lights, and got into the quilt very gently.
There was only a little light around her, and she huddled on the sofa, with almost a 360-degree blind spot.
I could bury my face in the quilt and no one would know if I shed tears. Even if I had a runny nose and didn't dare to breathe, it would be a bit uncomfortable.