Yan Lihan reacted very strongly, especially after knowing Yan Gou's name, he wanted to vomit all his bile.
The situation improved slightly until dark. Song Xiang brought the porridge in, trying to ease the atmosphere.
As soon as he opened the door, he met Yan Han Youyou's eyes.
Tsk—
She said with a shameless face: "Do you drink porridge?"
Yan Lihan: "I'm afraid it's made of cat food."
Song Xiang curled his lips and cleared his throat, "That was an accident."
Stern and cold snorted.
Song Xiang stirred the porridge with a spoon, and confirmed that the porridge in the bowl was not too hot, so she handed it to Yan Lihan.
Yan Li Han closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows and tried to scoo up a spoonful of porridge, and put it in front of the severe cold nose like a teasing kitten and dog.
“It’s very fragrant.”
Yan Lihan frowned, opened his eyes, straightened his body slightly, and the monkey reached his lips.
He glanced at Song Xiang and bit the spoon in anger.
Song Xiang didn't expect that he suddenly opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled out the spoon carefully.
She wanted to hand the bowl to Yan Lihan, but Yan Lihan had already opened her mouth.
There is no way, I can only give him another spoonful.
"Put onions." Yan Lihan frowned as he ate.
Song Xiang looked in the bowl, "No."
Yan Li Han wanted to say, you can try it yourself.
He turned his face and found that Song Xiang was looking for it very carefully. If he teased someone, he wouldn't be very good at it.
"Eat it forcibly."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this guy was easy to talk to.
She handed over another spoonful, almost forgot the details of "feeding".
The room was quiet, and suddenly there was a rushing sound of footsteps outside.
With a bang, Yan Song broke in without knocking on the door.
Yan Lihan frowned and caught Song Xiang's move to withdraw his hand, which was very unhappy.
"Young master, the old man is here!"
Clang.
The spoon in Song Xiang's hand fell into the bowl.
Yan Lihan glanced at her and said, "Go to the room inside."
His room was a suite, and there was a small room inside.
Song Xiang felt that this kind of hiding behavior was shameful, but his movements were faster than his brain. He put down the bowl and quickly walked into the small room.
As soon as she closed the door, she heard the old man's voice.
Fortunately, if I hesitated for a moment, I would have to run into the old man when I went out.
She had a natural fear of Mr. Yan, not because of the relationship between her and Yan Li Han, but because of Yan Zhenzhen.
When she was plotting against Yan Zhenzhen, she always felt guilty when she met Mr. Yan.
In addition, the situation is special, Mr. Yan doesn’t know what he would think of her relationship with Yan Li Han.
"This time I was injured is a lesson. Don't be frivolous in doing things in the future."
"It's cheap to clean up there."
The old man snorted, and there was so much blame in his words, but after Yan Lihan said a few words, his attitude was obviously satisfied.
Song Xiang hid behind the door and listened to the conversation. It was probably the old man was just visiting Yan Li Han.
Just as I was about to let go, I suddenly heard the old man say, "Where is the girl who takes care of you?"
Song Xiang took a deep breath.
It was quiet for a moment outside.
"An Xi went to see me last night and said that you have someone to take care of me, so I can rest assured." Yan Zhenting breathed a sigh of relief, his tone was neither cold nor hot, "I can't feel at ease when I hear it."
"Call out, let me see."
Song Xiang raised his hand and held the handle, gritting his teeth tightly, his heartbeat so fast that he could hear it.
Yan Li Han's voice was calm and said, "She has something to do, she has gone to the company."