Song Xiang felt regretful in her heart and pretended to do so on her face.
"Forget it, it's just a piece of chocolate."
She sighed, "Although it's handmade chocolate from the castle."
Yan Han: "..."
"Ask Wang Fuxue to give you two more yuan."
"No need." Song Xiang waved his hand, "When I have the opportunity in the future, maybe I can taste it again."
It was just a piece of chocolate, which she said seemed to be a rare thing in the world.
Yan Han pursed his lips and patted the seat in front of him.
Yan Song understood and got off the car to find Wang Fuxue.
Song Xiang looked embarrassed and said, "It's really not necessary, it's just a piece of chocolate."
Yan Han snorted and caught the blush on Song Xiang's face through the mirror, as well as her little movements of licking her mouth.
I obviously want to eat it, but I still pretend to do it.
If she hadn't talked too much when she was drunk, she might have been able to pretend that she didn't leak anything.
The car became quiet.
Song Xiang leaned against the car window, breathing very heavily.
She can drink well, but she won't be drunk to death, but she is particularly prone to getting drunk. Just like now, she has a clear mind, but can't help talking too much.
She was holding the pot, and her posture was actually a bit funny.
But maybe it’s a filter problem, Yan Han thinks it’s a bit cute.
After a while, Yan Song returned to the car.
"Master, Miss Wang said that all the chocolates have been sent out."
Song Xiang sighed.
Yan Han frowned, it was just a piece of chocolate, how difficult could it be to get it.
"Forget it, Mr. Yan, don't bother, I'd better go home first."
Song Xiang felt sleepy and patted his mouth with his hand, pretending to get out of the car.
The car door was locked, but she didn't open it for a long time.
Yan Han sat aside with a stern look on his face.
This woman had such a miserable childhood, and she probably didn't eat anything good. It was so miserable that she couldn't even eat a chocolate even if she wanted to.
Just as he was thinking about it, his phone vibrated.
Wang Fuxue sent him an address.
——Don’t say that your brothers won’t help you.
Yan Han: "..."
Next to him, Song Xiang was still picking at the doorknob.
Yan Han gave Yan Song a wink, the car suddenly started, and Song Xiang was thrown onto the seat.
The contents of the pot were spilled all over the place, and the entire back seat was a mess.
Looking at the front seat with stern and cold eyes, the driver was startled and did not dare to raise his eyes.
In the back seat, Song Xiang squinted her eyes and picked things back one by one, her movements slow.
After finally picking it up, she hugged another pot of food to her chest, looking like a miser.
Yan Han was sure that she would be able to cash out all these things tomorrow.
As the car drove all the way to the suburbs, the surrounding environment became darker and darker.
Normally, Song Xiang would have been alert a long time ago. Now she was feeling sleepy and drunken, and her brain was not working well.
When the car stopped, her chin was already on her chest and her head was drooping.
Yan Han raised his hand and touched her pot lightly.
In an instant, raise your head and open your eyes!
Yan Han's face darkened, he retracted his hand, turned around and got out of the car.
Song Xiang wiped his face, and the cold wind blew in his face, and most of his drunkenness dissipated in an instant.
I lowered my head and found that I was holding the pot. It was funny even thinking about it.
She quickly put down the pot, opened the door beside her, and got out of the car.
The night breeze was cool, and the slight intoxication quickly dissipated.
Thinking back to how much I talked in the car just now, I felt a little embarrassed.
Looking around, it looks like a private dessert house, and there is a European-style boutique opposite.
The shops were all closed, only the dessert shop still had lights on.
The bodyguard helped Yan Han open the door, and immediately there was a sound of wind chimes.