Song Xiang originally didn't want to play this kind of role, but Yan Han, the thief, didn't take the initiative to speak up, obviously waiting for her to take action.
She shrugged and smiled at Nian Anxi: "Don't Miss Nian usually date?"
Nian Anxi was stunned, "What?"
Song Xiang: "On a date to watch a movie, it would be very disappointing if the movie's opening was delayed because of people waiting around."
Nian Anxi froze in place.
What Song Xiang did today was too out of bounds. It was all straight-forward and completely beyond her scope of cognition. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.
"Your uncle is not Mr. Yan's uncle, why does he want to meet you?" Song Xiang brushed the hair on her face, turned to Yan Yan and smiled coldly, "Promise me, if the movie is out of date, you have to pay me ten times.
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The most annoying thing for Yan Han was the sweet and greasy female creature in this hexagram, but for some reason, when Song Xiang said it, he felt comfortable all over.
"Buy you a movie theater?"
Song Xiang pouted, "It's so troublesome, why don't you have someone take the tapes home, and we can watch them at home."
"That's fine."
Nian Anxi stood aside, watching them come and go, her hands on her sides tightly squeezing them.
She knew that Yan Han was injured before, but she didn't know what kind of injury he suffered. She came here to care about him, but she didn't expect to be treated like this.
After Yan Han coaxed Song Xiang, he glanced at her and said, "See you next time when you have time."
This can be regarded as a step down for Nian Anxi.
Nian Anxi loosened her clenched hands, and the color returned to her face, "Okay, I'll make an appointment alone next time."
"Let's go."
Song Xiang looked impatient, calmly let go of Yan Han's hand, hugged his waist and walked forward.
Nian Anxi watched her "drag" Yan Han away. She couldn't squeeze out a word and could only stand there and stare.
In front, Yan Han hugged Song Xiang and went out.
He met several acquaintances head-on, but Song Xiang pretended to be silly and dodged them all.
Getting from the venue to the parking lot was a hassle.
After finally getting into the car, Song Xiang leaned heavily on the seat and gasped for air.
Just as she was about to speak, Yan Han's suppressed voice came over.
"drive."
Yan Song heard this and quickly asked the driver to drive.
Song Xiang didn't even bother to drink water. He turned around to look at Yan Han and was so frightened that he could only gasp for air.
His complexion had turned from pale to bluish-white, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding down to his lips, which were stained purple, and he looked as if he was seriously ill.
She held on to Yan Han's body, not daring to say more. She always felt that if she took another breath, Yan Han's soul would be blown away.
As the car drove all the way to the villa, we could hear each other's breathing.
When they were about to get home, Song Xiang thought Yan Han had passed out.
But he suddenly said: "Who did you learn from...that just now?"
Song Xiang frowned. She didn't expect that he could pay attention to this. She said casually: "A woman is a woman who looks like a woman but is a woman in appearance."
Yan Han: "Then... why didn't you pretend before?"
Song Xiang: "There's no need to do that."
Yan Yanhan said "Huh", "This is called... having a sword but not using it?"
Song Xiang rolled her eyelids and reminded Yan Song in front of her to drive the car indoors and ask the family doctor to come down.
When the doctor came, Yan Han was really close to fainting.
Song Xiang stepped aside and watched him being carried upstairs.
The vague smell of blood floated in the air, reminding her of the severity of her severe cold injury.