Song Xiang really didn't want to start a war, but when Lu Muyan heard this, he went to Wang Fuxue without even thinking, and Wang Fuxue went to Yan Han.
A few minutes later, a bunch of people sat in the control room.
"Hundreds of thousands were casually placed under the fountain. What do you think?" Yan Han sat on the sofa and glanced at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang drank some wine and his mind was a little sluggish. He thought about it for a long time when he heard him speak.
"I didn't know there were people in this circle who were as poor as me."
Yan Han: "..."
"Found it!" Suman pointed at the screen and said.
Song Xiang straightened up and looked at the screen.
In the video, as soon as she put something under the statue, a woman walked out next to her.
The other party deliberately covered his face and wore a coat. He took away the pot of things very quickly.
"Yan Song." Yan Han called out to the door.
Yan Song walked in immediately, "Young Master."
"Cut people back."
"yes."
Seeing that he seemed to be ruthless, Song Xiang was a little worried, "Mr. Yan, just take the things back."
Yan Han didn't say anything, he walked closer to her, leaned over and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from the sofa.
Song Xiang was in pain and struggled to free himself, so he had to drag him out.
There were a bunch of people in the monitoring room, you looked at me, I looked at you, everyone was speechless.
…
PARKING LOT
The woman held something in her arms and walked out quickly, looking very panicked.
Originally, I got the invitation tonight by accident, thinking I could just meet people and get to know a few rich young men by the way. I didn't expect to meet a fool who casually placed so many jewelry under the fountain.
She was sure that these rich people wouldn't care about this thing. Calling the police for this thing would be too cheap.
"Hey, where are you? Come pick me up quickly!"
After calling her companion, the surroundings were dark, and she was inevitably a little nervous.
Suddenly, a bright light came over!
The woman's heart sank. Before she could even take two steps, a circle of cars surrounded her.
five minutes later
Song Xiang was dragged out of the car by Yan Han. He didn't even have a chance to speak, and was directly stuffed into the car by him.
She leaned against the car window and couldn't help but doze off. She rounded her mouth and let out a breath that smelled of alcohol.
Not drunk, but my face was slightly hot.
Yan Han got out of the car just now, and he didn't know if someone had been arrested.
She hugged herself tightly, and her mind began to get confused.
Suddenly, the car door was opened.
As soon as she raised her head, something was hit in front of her.
I hugged him subconsciously, so heavy that I almost fell back.
pot?
I looked down and saw that it was indeed the same one from before.
Yan Han stood by the car and knocked on the door frame with his fingers, "See if anything is missing?"
Song Xiang said "Oh" and swept the contents of the pot.
She actually didn't quite remember what was in it, so she flipped through it casually, and suddenly clicked her tongue again, as if she was very sorry.
Yan Han heard her voice and leaned over to look into the car, "Missing?"
Song Xiang's face showed a faint blush and he said nothing, but he clicked his tongue again.
Yan Han: "...less or less?"
Song Xiang: "Forget it, just a piece of chocolate."
Yan Han raised his eyelids, leaned over and sat in the car, "It's just chocolate."
Song Xiang's eyes widened, "That's a handmade castle chocolate made in Germany. Even if you have money, you can't buy it."
Her expression was exaggerated, and she clearly cared about it.
Yan Han took a breath, "Let her spit it out for you?"