When Song Xiang went out, the car was still there. The bodyguard originally wanted to help her buy it, but she refused. She originally wanted to take the opportunity to go out and breathe.
I just found Xu Shuyan, and I feel tired and confused.
The moment she received Yang Yukun's call, her first reaction was that Xu Shuyan had been taken away by someone, and it was probably Yan Zhenting. The old man might want to give her a warning.
Now it seems that she has a villainous heart.
I walked across the road in a daze and walked all the way to the snack street.
I originally only ordered two portions of rice noodles, but after thinking about it, I ordered an extra portion. Yan Han probably didn't eat anything at the banquet.
Carrying my things and walking back, I noticed a familiar car not far away.
Yan Han sat in the driver's seat and drove the car himself.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then ran over carrying something.
She knocked on the car window, Yan Han turned her face unnaturally, and turned on the insurance.
Song Xiang heard the sound of the fuse opening and carefully opened the door and got in the car.
"Mr. Yan, why did you come out?"
She knew it well. When she went out just now, she felt someone was following her, but there were too many things in her mind and she didn't have the energy to take care of it anymore.
You know what you are asking, but you are just looking for something to say when you have nothing to say.
Yan Han: "Come out for a ride."
Song Xiang pursed her lips, hugged three bowls of rice noodles, and sat in the passenger seat without speaking.
"Bought for me too?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang nodded subconsciously, then lowered his head to open the rice noodles.
"I didn't add any spice. That store looks pretty clean." She took it and talked at the same time.
It was rare that Yan Han didn't dislike it. He took the rice noodles and put them on the operating table, then reached out to Song Xiang for chopsticks.
Song Xiang took apart the disposable chopsticks and looked for water to rinse them out of habit, but Yan Han said: "Forget it, just make do with it."
Song Xiang was surprised and handed over the chopsticks.
Disposable chopsticks are very short and look awkward and shabby in your hands.
Song Xiang held the remaining two bowls and watched quietly.
He has an excellent face, with a clear and sharp jawline. Even if he is eating rice noodles from a roadside stall, his gestures and gestures are still the same as he has been since he was a child.
Seeing the dull yellow vegetable leaves, he picked them up and frowned. Before she could stop him, he actually put them in his mouth.
He likes you.
A voice rushed past my ears.
Song Xiang's eyes heated up and he quickly turned away.
Yan Han noticed her movements and clicked his tongue, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang sniffed and said, "It's okay."
Yan Han sensed something was wrong and reached out to grab her shoulders.
"Didn't Mom get her back? Are you still crying?"
Song Xiang wiped his face and whispered: "I'm just a little sad, nothing happened."
She lowered her head to get the sauce packet, taking the opportunity to lighten the atmosphere and said, "If you add some of this, it will taste better."
Yan Han glanced at the sauce, not knowing what it was, so he took it from her hand and put it into the bowl.
Song Xiang sat aside, his knuckles were feeling hot.
He really likes her.
But...how much do you like it?
A little? Or a lot?
Yan Zhenting's words ran through her mind, and she couldn't help but twitch her lips and smile at herself.
An Xuyue could point her finger in Yan Zhenting's face and say she would die with Yan Zhicheng because she could afford the gamble.
She has a perfect family, fully supportive parents, and a successful career at a young age.
If anything is destroyed, there will always be others to support it.
Think about yourself again, with only one mother and a shaky so-called career.
What to gamble with?
I can't help but look at the people around me.
Yan Zhicheng loved An Xuyue back then, and his love exceeded his life.