Song Xiang held the cup and was speechless for a moment. "Have you drunk it? Let me drink it?"
She looked confused, Yan Han had already put the cup to her lips, "Huh?"
There was a war between heaven and man in my mind, and I couldn't think of any suitable words to describe my mood.
Since last night, she has been feeling severe, cold, and strange. It was wrong when she woke up in the morning, and it was even more wrong now.
This kind of teasing that seems to be invisible is more deadly than an outright offense. You know it well, but you can't refuse it outright.
She calmly turned the mouth of the cup, took a sip from the other side that was not touched by Yan Han, and then quickly closed the lid.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, withdrew his gaze, held his temples with one hand, and closed his eyes again.
Song Xiang looked calm on the surface, but he didn't know how to look at her eyes, so she could only try not to look at Yan Han.
It's a short drive back to the imperial capital from Jin City, and driving is actually smoother than flying.
Yan Han suffered an unusual injury, and the security check was troublesome, so he might as well just drive back.
Along the way, Yan Han kept his eyes closed and was not in a good state.
Song Xiang thought about the wound. If he missed it a little, it might have hit him.
Thinking of this, I shudder.
She didn't close her eyes all the way and kept observing Yan Han.
When we arrived in the imperial capital, before we even entered the city, An Xuyue called.
Yan Song did not hand it to Yan Han, but directly gave it to Song Xiang.
"Madam called you."
Song Xiang was surprised, took the phone and whispered hello.
"Xiangxiang, how are you and Xiao Yan?"
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han and whispered, "It's pretty good."
"Then when you go home, are you going to abandon Xiao Yan?" An Xuyue sighed.
Song Xiang's face was tangled, thinking this statement was strange.
An Xuyue continued: "Xiao Yan is injured, and he is not well-behaved. If you don't coax him, he will definitely not take medicine or rest."
Song Xiang curled his lips, Yan Han's temper was not something that could be solved by coaxing him.
"Auntie, Grandpa the housekeeper can..."
"No." An Xuyue interrupted her and made a request directly, "Daughter-in-law, how about you stay in the villa for two days and take care of Xiao Yan."
Song Xiang: "..."
Although I am grateful, this request is a bit excessive.
Thinking about this period of time, since she and Yan Han mentioned their resignation, the two of them have been hurting, which shows that the horoscopes are not compatible.
She turned to look at Yan Han, and just in time, Yan Han opened his eyes.
He fell asleep halfway, opened his eyes, and immediately showed an impatient expression.
Song Xiang thought he was going to lose his temper, but Yan Han glanced at him, pursed his thin lips, just snorted, and closed his eyes again.
On the phone, An Xuyue was still brainwashing her.
Looking out the window again, the car was already on its way to the villa.
"Xiangxiang, please, please take care of Xiao Yan for me."
"Xiao Yan is so pitiful alone."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Leave it to you, I love you, okay~"
beep--
Song Xiang had no expression on his face and returned the phone to Yan Song, not wanting to say anything else.
Yanhan was seriously injured this time, and it will take at least two months to recover.
She had to take care of him for ten days and a half.
This is really fatal.
Just as I was thinking about it, the car had already arrived near the villa.
The old housekeeper and his people were outside, and there was a crowd of people, as if they were welcoming the emperor.
Stopping the car, Yan Han didn't open his eyes.
No one dared to call him, and people inside and outside could only wait.
Yan Song sat in front, clasped his hands toward Song Xiang, and made a praying gesture.