Yanhan left, Song Xiang slowly closed his eyes, moved his body and buried himself under the pillow.
ah--
He yelled, wishing he could kill himself.
It's over now, how can I see him again?
I couldn't help but kick my legs, and suddenly I felt something tingling again. I reached out and touched it, and it turned out that there was something stuck on my belly.
Palace-warming stickers? Where did they come from? Is it caused by severe cold?
He stuck his head out, pressed it against the white bedhead, and blinked hard.
There was another burst of crying.
The phone rang, and she fumbled to get it, feebly, "Hey——"
"Song Xiang! What's going on? Are you okay?"
It's Wang Fuxue.
Song Xiang sat up and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I just met Yan Han. He came out of your room with blood on his trouser legs. What did he do to you?"
Song Xiang: "I..."
"Holy crap! Is this guy going too far?"
Song Xiang closed his eyes, "You misunderstood..."
"Do you want a doctor?!"
Song Xiang: "...No need."
On the other side of the phone, although Wang Fuxue sounded concerned, her tone was full of gossipy excitement, and Song Xiang didn't even have a chance to interrupt her.
After hanging up the phone, Song Xiang was completely exhausted and fell on the bed without wanting to move.
The severe cold is gone and never comes back, and I don’t know what it means.
She exiled herself for a while, got up and changed the sheets. She didn't dare to go out for breakfast, so she stayed in the room.
At noon, Suman and Li Ying both called and urged her to go to dinner together.
I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go out.
Sure enough, the entire table was filled with glowing eyes.
Wang Fuxue spoke very openly and asked questions that were all forbidden to be broadcast, which made her blush.
"It hasn't been five years since you guys, why are you still so reluctant to let go?" Wang Fuxue came over and whispered.
Song Xiang poked at the steak on the plate and blushed so hard that she couldn't even say a word.
Except for the first time when she was with Shun Han, she would really blush. She would blush wherever she saw Shun Han.
But later I saw more, my mind became clearer, and my heart became numb, and I was able to accept these things calmly.
No matter how much she played with Yan Han the night before, when they met the next day, she would call him "Mr. Yan" without changing her expression.
I don't know what's going on lately, but that calmness seems to have suddenly disappeared.
"I can guarantee that he must be thinking crazy right now..." Wang Fuxue came over to speak, and the last two words were whispered in Song Xiang's ear.
Song Xiang coughed twice and quickly drank two sips of ice water to calm down his shock.
"Duan Xiangtian?"
Next to him, Suman was scrolling through his cell phone and suddenly exclaimed.
She pushed Song Xiang, "Is this Mr. Duan's father?"
Song Xiang glanced at the phone, the blush on his face disappeared immediately, and his soul couldn't help but tremble.
The picture shows the scene of the car accident reported in real time.
It was completely charred and black, the car was completely shapeless, and there was a vaguely blackened person on the passenger seat.
"What's going on?" Wang Fuxue came over and took a look.
Song Xiang stood up suddenly.
Duan Xiangtian was her first client, and it would be no exaggeration to say that he was a benefactor. Duan Ge was also her friend and helped her a lot.
"How can we get ashore?" She lowered her head and asked Wang Fuxue.
Seeing her serious face, Wang Fuxue stopped joking.
"Wait a minute, I'll call and ask Yu Tianyu and the others."
Song Xiang nodded and sat down for the time being.
After thinking about it, I decided to call Duan Ge.
The line is always busy and I can't get through at all.
She didn't dare to call again for fear of delaying other important calls.