Song Xiang followed Yan Han and walked in. As soon as she entered the main house, it was so cold that she rubbed her arms.
It has an east-west symmetrical layout, with seven or eight steps facing the hall leading to both sides.
When she raised her head, she met a pair of dark and silent eyes, which made her stagger.
Fortunately, Yan Han reached out to support her back.
Song Xiang took a breath and looked at the people on the steps intently.
The man has deep facial features, smooth and sharp facial lines, thin lips, a sickly white complexion, and a perfectly affectionate look.
According to common sense, he should have mixed-race genes, but his pupils were as deep as splashed ink, with no variegation at all.
Standing in the sky and looking down, I felt a strong sense of oppression.
Yan Han took back his hand, put one hand in his pocket, and walked up the steps.
Face to face, their hands touched.
Song Xiang stood below, secretly breathing in. He didn't say anything else, just looking at their faces, these two people... matched well.
"Bo Zhan is in the small building at the back." She was lost in thought, and Bao Siyan, who had been silent for the whole time, spoke, his voice cold and light, making people's backs crawl.
Someone came to guide her. She came back to her senses and glanced at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, then I..."
"Go ahead."
Song Xiang nodded, glanced at Bo Siyan again, and slowly followed the servant through the path under the stairs.
Out of Bao Siyan's sight, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
I don’t know which unlucky and lucky woman would be worthy of this man.
She followed the servant all the way. The backyard was full of cool and vigorous pines and cypresses, which looked eerie. There were occasional flowers, and they were also unusual flowers with extremely dark colors, which made people uncomfortable to look at.
When he reached a small white building, the servant took a step back and had no intention of going with him.
"The young master is seriously injured."
The implication is, don't worry.
Song Xiang pouted and walked forward alone.
Open the door of the small white building and hear the sound of piano.
The living room was empty, there was nothing, the music came from upstairs.
Song Xiang walked in quietly and followed the sound of music as he approached the innermost room.
Knocked on the door, no one answered.
She pushed the door open and found that the entire room was empty except for a gramophone playing music.
There was only one bed in the center of the large room, and someone was obviously lying on it.
"Brother Han is so willing to let you come to see me alone."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the tone was still the same, but Song Xiang stopped in his tracks.
The man on the bed moved with difficulty, but did not turn his face. Song Xiang saw the bandages on his body.
I don’t know who hit him, but the injuries looked pretty severe.
"Sister is so afraid of me, why did you come to see me?"
Song Xiang opened his mouth and said coldly: "Let's confirm whether you are dead or not."
Bo Zhan smiled, and the voice came out of his throat, low and deep, not as pure as the young man before.
Song Xiang estimated that this was his original appearance.
She breathed a sigh of relief, walked around the big bed, and walked to the front of Bo Zhan.
Sure enough, there were wounds on the corners of his mouth, and bandages on his chest and arms. It was probably difficult to move.
Seeing her approaching, Bo Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Sister, are you happy?"
Song Xiang looked at him coldly, "Besides me, have you committed other sins?"
Bo Zhan took a breath, with a painful look on his face, but he still had to hold on, "You are my wish, but it's too late for them to beg me."
Song Xiang got angry when he saw his understatement, and without thinking, he suddenly raised his hand.
Snap!
A clear slap in the face.
Bo Zhan didn't hide, he licked the corners of his mouth and laughed softly.
"Sister, I don't seem to have really fallen in love with you. You are so angry, which makes me feel so wrong."