Song Xiang avoided Yan Han's gaze and looked up at the big screen, "It's nothing special. It's just asking me to abide by my duty."
Yan Han frowned, knowing that he couldn't ask anything.
"The old man has always been like this. There is no need to take his words to heart." He said casually.
Song Xiang twitched the corners of his mouth and took a deep breath at the sky, "I know."
What Mr. Yan told the truth was indeed her who needed to think clearly.
"Mr. Yan, do you want to stay a little longer?" Song Xiang asked proactively.
Yan Han didn't like her deliberate politeness, and her repeated remarks about Mr. Yan made him feel uncomfortable all over.
The mood is gone, and the night breeze is no longer so pleasant.
"Get in the car."
Song Xiang nodded and quickly followed.
Driving all the way back to the villa, from the gate to the front of the yard, there were people from the Yan family all the way.
Song Xiang got off the car in the backyard and thanked Yan Han.
The man in the driver's seat didn't speak. He didn't look in the rearview mirror until she got out of the car.
In the mirror, Song Xiang trotted back to the front yard, her body thin, which made him wonder if the wind was stronger and she would be blown away.
He leaned against the car window and lost consciousness until Yan Song walked over with his cell phone and knocked on the window.
"Master, this is the call from sir."
Yan Han frowned, took the phone and glanced at the page. It was really Yan Zhicheng calling.
He wasn't surprised when the old man intervened, but he was somewhat surprised when Yan Zhicheng called.
"It's me."
…
Song Xiang returned to the front yard, and Xu Shuyan was still packing things at the table. When she came back, she was worried that she hadn't eaten dinner.
"Mom, I've eaten everything."
Xu Shuyan was about to speak but stopped, cleaning up and talking at the same time.
"Xiangxiang, are you always single?"
Song Xiang paused and immediately became alert, "Yes..."
"So outstanding and single, are you waiting for marriage with a wealthy daughter?" Xu Shuyan asked again.
Song Xiang was surprised. He didn't expect Xu Shuyan to think of this.
Xu Shuyan dropped her things and pulled her to sit on the sofa, "Do you like your boss?"
Song Xiang's scalp went numb and he subconsciously retorted, "Of course not!"
"That's good." Xu Shuyan breathed a sigh of relief and said earnestly, "Xiangxiang, you don't know that the intrigues among wealthy families are very scary. They can kill their own relatives for money. Ordinary people like us should not be exposed to these things.
,OK?"
Song Xiang was a little strange. When Xu Shuyan said these things, it was as if she had seen them before.
"Mom, you think too much. I don't have access to these things."
Xu Shuyan grabbed her hand, suddenly raised her head, and stared at her daughter carefully.
Song Xiang smiled and said, "Mom, what are you looking at?"
"sorry……"
Her mother suddenly apologized again, and Song Xiang panicked a little.
"Mom, what happened?"
"I saw those people today and thought of you... you..."
Xu Shuyan spoke incoherently and began to cry as she spoke.
Song Xiang had no choice but to hug her and comfort her softly, feeling a mess in her heart.
If her mother's illness is not good, she can only maintain her current state. Even if she is willing to be ordinary, she may not have a peaceful marriage.
Not many men can accept their wife having a mentally disturbed mother. This is a lifelong burden.
"Mom, I will take care of you forever."
I don't know whether to comfort Xu Shuyan or give myself a shot of cardiotonic. As soon as I spoke the words, my throat stung.
She was a little tired and felt that she could no longer hold on to the light.