Facts have proven that no matter how good-looking some people are, just three words can turn their die-hard fans into negative fans.
As soon as Yan Han came in, the little girl still liked him so much. After a while, the two became mortal enemies.
After a long stalemate, the boss finally came up with Basque and mousse.
"A new model limited to Chinese Valentine's Day, two people can pack it."
The boss picked up the child and said a little apologetically, "It's getting late."
The implication is, get out of here.
Yan Han is still fighting with the child.
Song Xiang took the initiative to get the packing box and helped the boss pack it together.
The bells in the street rang, exactly twelve o'clock.
Song Xiang turned around with the cake in hand and heard Yan Han scare the child, saying that she would definitely wet the bed tonight.
The little girl was so angry that she stamped her feet, pointed at Shun Han, and squeezed out a word for a long time.
"Single dog!"
Severe cold:???
Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing that Yan Han wanted to fight back, she quickly thanked the boss and then pulled Yan Han out.
The child was very smart, and he knew by looking at Yan Han's expression that she was right in scolding him, so he stood at the door and kept shouting.
Fairy tale music was playing in the street, mixed with the shouts of the little girl behind her. Song Xiang pulled Yan Han and found it very funny.
After finally pushing Yan Han into the car, he actually wanted to get out of the car.
"Mr. Yan, I'm only six years old."
Yan Han glared at her.
What's wrong with being six years old? You can be irresponsible by talking?
Song Xiang realized what he meant, curled her lips, and got in the car from the other side.
He glared at me, he was right.
She sat in the car and looked over with stern and cold eyes, "Are you happy?"
Song Xiang had no choice but to raise the cake in his hand.
"Would you like some?"
"No……"
The word rejection was about to pop out subconsciously. He suddenly raised his eyes and met Song Xiang's eyes.
When he realized it, this was the first time he had gotten along with Song Xiang like this since he came back from Jin City.
He snorted and selected a box at random.
Song Xiang smiled and sat next to him holding the other one.
One to the left and one to the right, with a long distance between them.
Yan Han didn't move, and Song Xiang didn't move either. They just sat there, quite stable.
The car drove all the way to Song Xiang's downstairs.
Song Xiang opened the door and got out of the car, stood by the door holding a bunch of things, and thanked her sincerely.
Yan Han didn't look at her, leaning against the window with his face sideways.
Nothing to say to each other.
Song Xiang pursed her lips, took a step back, and closed the door with her foot.
Through the glass film, she couldn't see clearly the people inside.
I walked down the corridor carrying my things, but the car behind me didn't start.
Entering the elevator, going all the way up, and quickly opening the door to go home.
I put down my things and reached the window immediately.
He hasn't left yet.
The house was empty except for Song Xiang.
She ran into the bathroom, washed her face first, and then ran to the window.
The car is gone.
My heart seemed to be empty all of a sudden, just like a house.
Turning around to see the cake, I remembered the scene of Yan Han eating half of the snack.
He raised his hand and patted his forehead. His mind was confused and his heart was even more confused.
Just as she was thinking about it, her cell phone rang.
When I picked it up, I saw that it was severely cold.
After hesitating for a moment, he answered the phone.
"Hello--"
"Don't eat the cake."
Song Xiang: "What?"
Yan Han: "I tried it just now, and it really tastes terrible!"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was still competing with the child. He couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud on the spot.
Through the phone, Yan Han heard her laughter.
"What are you laughing at?"
Song Xiang kept laughing and it took him a long time to speak.