When Yan Han returned to the imperial capital, the major media did not receive any news, but Lu Zechen and his group got the first line of information.
Before lunch was finished, there was a sound of car engines outside the villa.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle, and everyone started booing as soon as they entered the door.
By chance, Song Xiang handed a small piece of steamed bun to Yan Han's mouth.
Lu Zechen clicked his tongue and said, "Hey, you know how happy it is to be injured, I am willing to suffer a few times."
He had always been like a dog that couldn't spit out ivory, and Song Xiang didn't even bother to deal with it.
But many people came, including Yu Tianyu and Gong Shiheng. Several men were coaxing each other, and the room was in a mess.
After a while, Wang Fuxue and Li Ying also arrived, followed by Nian Anxi.
Song Xiang couldn't stay any longer, so he dropped what he was holding and stood up.
Yan Han was talking to Lu Zechen when he saw her getting up and grabbed her arm.
"Where to go?"
Everyone was stunned.
Song Xiang was also startled for a moment and opened his mouth, "Get something to drink."
"Sure enough, there must be a woman at home, otherwise some people won't entertain guests at all." Wang Fuxue joked, looking at Song Xiang, "I want juice."
Li Ying stood aside and said, "I want it too."
Song Xiang nodded and turned to look at Nian Anxi.
Nian Anxi looked normal, as if the previous friction in the office had never happened.
"American style, with ice, thank you."
Song Xiang tugged his lips, but was speechless in his heart.
She was just being polite, while some people acted like they were ordering food in a restaurant.
There were many people in the room, so she went out with a normal expression.
I deliberately stopped in the kitchen, since I didn't want to talk much when I went up there.
While I was touching the fish, there was a knock on the marble table behind me.
Song Xiang turned around and met Gong Shiheng's eyes.
"Fish?"
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and made an excuse: "The coffee master said it would take longer to taste better."
"Then you should go up and sit down and let the servants carry it."
Gong Shiheng walked around the cooking counter and looked for a drink in the huge freezer.
He took two bottles of fruit beer, handed one to Song Xiang, and then leaned next to Song Xiang.
"Don't like Nian Anxi?"
Song Xiang was surprised and straightened up. He didn't expect Gong Shiheng to see it.
Gong Shiheng shrugged and clinked glasses with her.
"There's no need to be afraid of her."
Song Xiang exhaled, "It's not that I'm afraid."
I just don't like to get along with this kind of people. They come and go, just like a palace fighting drama, which is not interesting.
She lowered her eyelids and bit her cup.
Gong Shiheng turned his face and whispered: "You don't have to do much, just feed Li Han a piece of fruit in front of her and she will be mad to death."
Song Xiang laughed out loud and looked back at him, "Isn't it too feminine?"
Gong Shiheng raised his eyebrows, raised his head and took a sip of his drink.
Just in time, the juice and coffee were ready, and Song Xiang was ready to pick them up, but Gong Shiheng was one step ahead of her.
"Let's go."
Song Xiang gathered her emotions and followed him out.
As soon as I came out of the kitchen, I saw Li Ying standing at the top of the stairs.
Li Ying put one hand in her pocket and took the juice from the tray, "Did you squeeze it yourself?"
The implication is, why does it take so long?
Song Xiang knew that she was interested in Gong Shiheng and didn't want to get involved, so she kept silent.
Gong Shiheng didn't answer and entered the room with juice.
Li Ying pouted, turned her head and locked eyes with Song Xiang.
Song Xiang smiled back at her, but felt speechless in her heart, and was somehow drawn into a new whirlpool.
After entering the room, she looked inside.
Where she originally stood, Nian Anxi took a chair and sat there.