Song Xiang didn't expect Yan Han to walk in directly. Even though they had the most intimate relationship, she was so angry that she wanted to curse, and she shrank into the bathtub, but it didn't help at all.
"Mr. Yan! I am not your secretary now!"
Yan Han leaned against the door, his eyes slowly passing over the woman's face. From his position, he could only see her panicked face and white shoulders.
He raised his hand and rolled a stick of ointment on his fingertips, "You are not my secretary, but you ask my secretary to serve you?"
Song Xiang was speechless, and the anger that was about to burst out of his chest was retracted, and he spoke angrily: "Zhao Zhe just helped me out of kindness, I didn't order him around."
"Whose princess do you think you are, you can meet kind-hearted people everywhere?"
With a sarcastic look on his face, Yan Yanhan suddenly straightened up and walked inside with his long legs.
Song Xiang was shocked, his whole body tensed up, and he couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing?!"
This bastard actually approached me so openly, leaving no room for dignity at all.
Yan Han ignored her excitement and approached her with a domineering attitude. He only stood at the edge of the bathtub.
Song Xiang's face was already red, but he was so angry that his blood surged up, and his whole body was as red as cooked shrimps. The screams that reached his mouth were stuck in his throat, and he hugged himself tightly, facing Yan Yan.
Han glared angrily.
The man looked at her all over, his expression softened slightly, and then he leaned closer.
Song Xiang's eyes widened, "Stern Han!"
As soon as she finished yelling, the man grabbed her feet.
ah!
it hurts.
Yan Han grabbed her feet with one hand, tested the water temperature with the other hand, and immediately snorted.
Song Xiang was stunned by the pain and gritted her teeth to endure it.
"I soaked in hot water for my sprained foot. You idiot actually took care of me for five years. Did you use someone else's brain to take care of me?" He looked cold, his tone was mean and fierce, and he looked at the bathtub like he was looking at a fool.
A trembling woman.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He couldn't bear the pain, and his anger was rising.
She swung her fist and threw a handful of water at Yan Han.
"none of your business?!"
The man looked surprised, and then raised his eyebrows with interest. His eyes looked at Song Xiang with a bit of surprise, as if he suddenly found a pink toy in the dark room.
He leaned over again, stretched his long arms into the bathtub, and forcibly took Song Xiang out of it.
Song Xiang was naked all over, and she was suddenly hugged by him. All kinds of emotions exploded in her mind, and she immediately stopped on the spot.
It wasn't until Yan Han took her out and threw her on the bed very roughly that she reacted and quickly pulled the quilt next to her and wrapped herself tightly.
"I went to get you back at night. Is this how you repay me?"
The man pressed the belt with one hand and glanced impatiently at the soaked shirt on his chest, completely forgetting that he had hugged the person himself.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and rolled her eyes hard, "I didn't..." Please come.
Before she could finish her words, she met a stern and cold warning look.
wipe!
When people are under the eaves, the sooner they bow their heads, the sooner they will be better off.
She bit her lip and swallowed her words wisely, "Mr. Yan, I'm very grateful that you picked me up tonight, but can you go out now?"
"I'll go out and let Zhao Zhe come in?" Yan Leng snorted and said something that was completely different from the horse's lips.
Song Xiang didn't understand his brain circuit, so he closed his eyes and said, "No need, I can live on my own."
"If nothing else, you won't be able to move your foot tonight." Yan Han looked down, his tone was firm and unbeatable.
Song Xiang knew in her heart that her ankle was hurting even if she didn't move, let alone move.
"You are a busy person. I dare not waste your time. Even if it hurts me to death, I will handle it myself." She lowered her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheek, looking strong and pitiful.
Yan Han was disgusted with her look like this. He turned around and walked towards the sofa with a cold face, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off naturally, revealing his muscular figure underneath.
Song Xiang quickly looked away, her cheeks heating up slightly.
Yan Han caught a glimpse of her reaction, snorted disdainfully, and mocked: "You haven't seen anything about me. You've been tired of seeing it for five years. Now you can still react after just one look?"
Screw your reaction!
Song Xiang was furious. This man spoke so shamelessly, even worse than when she was around him.
She didn't want to talk, so she heard Yan Han dial the landline and said, "Send me a shirt."
Song Xiang estimated that he was talking to Wen Xin, and he didn't even want to talk.
There was a stalemate with each other, and the room was quiet until Wenxin knocked on the door.
Yanhan didn't even turn around and said calmly: "Put it outside."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. If Wen Xin saw her like this, it would be hard to explain. The little girl already had intentions towards Yan Han, and it would be bad if she became hostile to herself again.
Yan Han walked past her, opened the room, went outside to get a shirt and came back in.
Song Xiang saw that he was grooming himself very seriously, even combing his hair, and looked like he was about to go out.
"You... want to go out?"
Yan Yanhan glanced at her, and after a long while he said, "I've made an appointment."
Song Xiang was surprised, "It's almost half past ten."