Yang Yukun was not stupid either. When he saw the formation at the door, he smiled faintly.
Song Xiang originally thought he would be embarrassed, but he didn't expect him to be more calm. No matter how many little tails followed behind him, he could still talk to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang held a large bouquet of roses and walked along the moat with him.
Midway through, she took the opportunity to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to be the case."
Yang Yukun smiled, "It seems that the love rival is very powerful."
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, "You misunderstood, he just...has a bad mind."
Yang Yukun licked his lips, put one hand in his pocket and walked forward.
Song Xiang was holding the flowers and was thinking about what to say to continue, when Yang Yukun suddenly turned around again.
"Song Xiang, would you like to marry me?"
What?
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. He stepped on a stone and accidentally sprained himself.
She cried out in pain, with a painful expression on her face.
Yang Yukun stopped talking and came over to help her sit down on the roadside.
"Sorry, I just need to slow down a bit."
Yang Yukun knelt down in front of Song Xiang and held her ankle with his hand, "Have you been injured here?"
Song Xiang subconsciously stopped his steps and said, "It happened several times before."
"Don't be afraid, I'll press it for you."
Yang Yukun's voice was soft, and before Song Xiang could speak, he had already pressed on her injured area.
Song Xiang froze and was too embarrassed to move.
She actually doesn't like others touching her. Even if Yang Yukun is in the doctor's spotlight, she still feels awkward.
"Girls should cherish themselves and don't be too careless, otherwise it will be useless to regret it when the time comes."
The person in front of him lowered his head and seemed to be talking about injury, but Song Xiang inexplicably thought of another meaning.
She pursed her lips, thought for a while, and then opened her mouth: "Dr. Yang, you just mentioned marriage. There are some things I think I should make clear to you."
Yang Yukun paused slightly, raised his head with a smile, "Say."
Song Xiang took a breath and said calmly: "The person who sent me here is from the Yan family. I was once employed by Yan Han as his personal secretary."
She paused briefly and emphasized again, "You should know what a personal secretary is."
…
Villa
Yan Han was still sitting at the table. In front of him was the real-time video sent back by Yan Song, and at his hand was the news about Yu Tianyu and his group.
That mentally retarded Yu Tianyu actually created a new group and even dragged him into it.
——Brother Han, the progress has reached its peak.
——Brother Han, it’s time to have a heart-to-heart talk!
——Damn it, massage your feet! Intimate contact!!
The phone kept vibrating, and Yu Tianyu was just like a football commentator, posting a picture and attaching a commentary. He was so excited that everyone in the group was booing, relying on the law to avoid blaming the crowd, and trying his best to eat the cold melon.
In front of the screen, the man's face was expressionless, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He remembered very clearly that when he first met Song Xiang, he accidentally touched her hand while receiving coffee, and the little girl's face turned red to her neck.
It's better now, she can actually be so close to the person she met for the first time.
Sure enough, time can change a person.
He breathed a sigh of relief and a call came in.
Yan Song: "Master, the distance is too far and we can't hear the sound. But based on my lip reading experience, they are talking about marriage."
Click.
The pen was broken.
Yan Han tightened his jaw and was quiet for a second.
Suddenly, he stood up without even closing his notebook, took his coat and left the room.