"Yes, how could there be a woman who wouldn't want to be Mrs. Yan?"
"Calm down your anger."
Downstairs, Yan Song and the old housekeeper, one on the left and the other on the right, opened their bows at the same time, trying very hard to persuade Yan Han.
Yan Han stood there, repeating what Song Xiang had just said in his ears, the color on his face changing unexpectedly.
What did she say.
Not willing to marry?!
"Oh."
Yan turned around twice, wiped his face with one hand, glanced at Yan Song, and then looked upstairs.
"Why does she live in my house?!"
Yan Song: "..."
Please, don't seek death at this time.
Yan Han gritted his teeth, "Go, throw her out!"
"Master!" The old housekeeper stamped his feet and came up to cover Yan Han's mouth in a very disrespectful manner.
Yan Han glared and shook off the old housekeeper's hand, "Did I say something wrong?!"
The old housekeeper had watched him grow up and was well aware of his bad habit of ignoring his temper, so he tried to persuade him earnestly.
"Master, Miss Song may be too angry. Please go upstairs and take a rest. Maybe she will come to apologize to you later."
Yan Song: "There have been such examples before."
The severe cold calmed down, hands pressed on the belt, silent.
Yan Song was right. Song Xiang had had convulsions before, but he usually came to his senses.
He took a deep breath, turned around and walked upstairs.
Behind him, an old man and a young man hurriedly followed, fearing that he would go looking for Song Xiang.
Yan Han walked to the study door, glanced at Song Xiang's room door, turned around and slammed the study door with a cold face.
Yan Song and the old housekeeper looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
In Song Xiang's room.
Song Xiang lay on the bed, his face pressed against the sheets, cursing, "Stupid dog, brain-dead, insane!"
How could anyone come up with such an idiotic trick to deceive people?
In front of so many people, Yang Yukun was not only humiliated, but she was also humiliated.
And it was none of his business that she went on a blind date.
Idiot severe cold!
He was so angry that he was shaking all over. After a long time of recovery, a large amount of sweat broke out on his back.
There was a knock on the door.
Yan Song's voice came in.
"Ms. Song, what you just said is too much."
The old housekeeper then said, "Why don't you apologize to the young master?"
Song Xiang: "Let him die!"
Yan Song & Old Butler:!!!
It's over, the young master is crazy, and Miss Song is also crazy.
After Song Xiang finished shouting, he showed no fear at all.
She sat on the bedside with her pillow in her arms, waiting for the severe cold to fade away.
If he wanted to drive her out, he could just do it. She could still find Gu Lian before dark.
If he doesn't drive her away, it's because he has a guilty conscience, and the worst she can do is stay there shamelessly.
She didn't respond, and Yan Han didn't respond either.
In the study
The darts were shot out one after another, and the target was full of holes, almost turning into a hornet's nest.
Shun Han thought.
He pricked her a hundred times, and if Song Xiang came over to apologize without understanding, he would kick her out and let her taste the beatings from society!
As a result, one hundred tubes arrived quickly, but Song Xiang did not come.
He put down the dart with a snap, prepared to stand up, and calmed down again.
One hundred is not much, maybe the woman hasn't thought clearly yet.
He decided to shoot another hundred shots, just to give Song Xiang another chance!
Then...it was over again.
Song Xiang still didn't come.
This time he couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw away the dart in his hand and opened the door aggressively.
Go straight to Song Xiang's room.
As a result, when I opened the door, I found that it was empty and there was no one at all.