Yan Han grabbed Song Xiang's face fiercely, but did nothing. He just quickly brushed away the two locks of hair from her face, and then let her go.
Song Xiang's whole body was tense and he didn't realize what happened at all.
"Yan...Mr. Yan?"
Yan Han: "I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, can't I?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Okay, everything you say is right.
She blinked and opened her mouth, but found that there was nothing to say.
The four eyes face each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.
Yan Han snorted, put one hand in his pocket instead of both hands, turned around and walked out leisurely.
Song Xiang stood behind him, blinking his eyes many times, still confused.
After waiting for a long time, she heard the sound of fireworks outside, and then she realized what she was doing, took her handbag and went out.
Fireworks are prohibited in the imperial capital, but Wang Fuxue somehow obtained a warrant to allow them to be set off in public.
The restaurant covers a vast area, and standing on the lawn, the entire sky is filled with brilliant colors.
As Song Xiang walked down, the fireworks were about to end and the next session was about to begin.
The Wang family's ancestral home is Yuzhou. Whenever construction is started, sugar must be sprinkled on top of the house, and relatives and friends can pick it up below.
Wang Fuxue changed the details and sprinkled not only sugar, but also small jewelry such as rings and necklaces, as well as various gadgets.
When the time came, the downstairs of the main restaurant was already full of people, mostly girls.
Suman ran out of nowhere and pulled Song Xiang toward the crowd.
Song Xiang was still trapped in the fright called "Severe Cold" just now. He was pulled in at a loss and was not in the state at all.
Someone came over to hand out tools, which were all strange things, including pots and pans, and the biggest one was an umbrella.
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stood in the crowd holding a small pot.
A salute sounded, and things began to be thrown down frantically from the top.
Song Xiang was worried about being hit, so he could only raise the small pot.
"Song Xiang, you should grab it!" Suman called from behind.
Song Xiang was speechless, she was such a small pot that she couldn't even cover her head, how could she snatch it away!
It was noisy, almost crowded, and the smell of various perfumes mixed together.
Song Xiang was dizzy and just wanted to ensure that she would not be hurt.
Suddenly! There was a crashing sound from the top.
Things kept hitting her small pot, and they were still big and big, as if someone had targeted her pot and struck it with precision.
After a while, my head couldn't bear the weight of the pot anymore.
Song Xiang closed his eyes and ran outside, but something hit the pot with a very fierce force.
It took a lot of effort for her to turn around, take down the pot and take a look, she couldn't help but open her mouth.
There was almost no sugar in the pot. It was full of various small things, such as rings, bracelets, necklaces, and occasionally a piece or two of chocolate. The jewelry was also wrapped in small bags, which was very delicate.
No wonder it's so heavy, a small pot of jewelry.
She took so much by herself, and there was a huge crowd just now. Wang Fuxue must have suffered a loss?
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Opposite the second floor window
Wang Fuxue raised her hand and pushed the person next to her hard, "Give me money."
Yan Han leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, "Blackmail?"
"Stop pretending." Wang Fuxue rolled her eyes and glanced at Song Xiang who was enjoying herself downstairs. "In that pot of jewelry, most of the winnings tonight are in it. If you don't grab it, don't you think I'm stingy?"
Yan Han opened his eyes and looked downstairs.
"She is lucky, what does it have to do with me?"
Wang Fuxue: "How shameless are you, using my money to please other girls?"