Song Xiang sighed, and under the gaze of everyone, he risked his life to offend the power of God.
She raised her hand and gently poked Yan Han's arm.
"We're home."
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief without opening his eyes.
Song Xiang thought he was about to wake up and was about to take back his hand.
Suddenly, the person with closed eyes turned his head and leaned half of his body in her direction.
His shoulders sank, and the man's head rested on the crook of his neck.
Song Xiang was slightly shocked, and his first reaction was that Yan Han had fainted, and he quickly shouted, "Yan Song!"
As soon as she spoke, Yan Han clicked his tongue.
"Be quiet and sleep a little longer."
His voice was very soft, and the final note had no power at all.
Song Xiang blinked, confused.
In the front seat, Yan Song exchanged glances with the driver, gently opened the door and got out of the car quietly.
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and he turned his neck again. Sure enough, he saw that the people waiting outside had also retreated.
She pursed her lips, helpless.
Yan Han was so rude, half of his body was leaning on her, it was so heavy.
Fortunately, she could lean back, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hold on for three minutes.
It's almost noon outside, and the sun is just right.
It was very quiet in the car, with only the sound of the air conditioner blowing.
Song Xiang carried it silently and waited quietly.
Yan Han must be really tired. He maintained a difficult posture and slept for more than half an hour.
When he straightened up, half of Song Xiang's body was numb.
"Arrived... home."
"Then why didn't you call me?"
Song Xiang: "..."
It would be better for such a person to be beaten to death.
Yan Han circled his mouth with one hand, opened his mouth, and moved his muscles a little.
He got off the car first, and Song Xiang had no choice but to follow.
As soon as he entered the door, Butler Yan was already ready.
"Miss Song, I have arranged a room for you. If you need anything else, I will add more for you."
Song Xiang said no without even looking at it. How could she be particular about living in someone else's house?
Yan Han entered the study room. She received a call from Suman and had to deal with Yue Ji's problem first.
The housekeeper didn't know that she was busy, so he politely and implicitly asked her if she had time to go to the kitchen and pick out some of Shanhan's favorite foods.
Song Xiang had no choice but to leave directly.
There was everything in the kitchen, so she picked a few simple things, added a cup of porridge, and went upstairs to find Yan Han.
Yan Han had just finished making a phone call and when he saw her coming in, he dropped his phone and sat down on the sofa.
He watched Song Xiang serve the porridge, but when Song Xiang handed it to him, he did not reach out.
"Arm hurts."
Song Xiang had no doubt that such a bloody hole could not help but hurt.
She handed the bowl over with a serious expression, "I'll hold it, you eat with the other hand."
Yan Han: "..."
He turned to look at Song Xiang, his eyes fierce.
Song Xiang didn't know what had offended him, so he took it back and stirred it twice, "It's not hot."
With a stern and cold face, he said, "I don't want to move."
Song Xiang was speechless and thought about it carefully.
Is this...necessary to feed?
No, no.
As soon as the idea came up, she quickly rejected it.
Yan Han doesn't look like this kind of person. He needs to be fed when he drinks porridge. This is so childish.
She put the bowl down and said, "Then don't drink."
Yan Han tightened his jaw and looked steadily at the woman in front of him.
Why didn't I realize before that she was so stupid?
Song Xiang didn't think much and lowered her head to peel the eggs. This time she was very good at it. After peeling, she cut it in half and handed it to Yan Han's lips.
Yan Han felt that she was stupid. Suddenly he saw the egg handed to his lips, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth with a cold face.
Song Xiang squatted beside him, tore open several other snacks, and handed them to Yan Han's mouth in different patterns.
She thought to herself: stuff this guy up quickly, she is busy.