The two men given by Gu Lian were both skilled in the Three-legged Cat Kung Fu, and they were defeated within a few rounds.
Song Xiang was stopped by someone behind her before she could reach the elevator. Before she could speak, two men suddenly squatted down, hugged her legs and lifted her up.
"Let me go!"
Song Xiang didn't realize that this "kidnapping" method was wrong, and struggled hard based on instinct.
She was carried to the door of her home, and then someone opened the door directly, and then she was put down at the entrance.
"you……"
The situation was unclear. When I opened my eyes, I saw someone sitting on the sofa.
Yan Han leaned on the sofa, his long legs resting on the coffee table, and he inserted a piece of fruit into his mouth in a leisurely manner.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and told herself to calm down.
Is he sick? He found those black-faced gods to scare people in front of her house.
The most important thing is, breaking into a house privately and bringing your own fruit plate?
She raised her hand, and had already typed up her accusations and scolds, ready to educate him, but when her words came to her lips, she turned into a cowardly tone again.
"You...weren't you accompanying Li Ying?"
Yan Yanhan raised his eyes and looked at her, "What's the use of me accompanying her for such a thing?"
Song Xiang nodded, that’s right.
She took two steps back and pointed to the door of her home, "If I remember correctly, this should be my home."
Yan Han ate a strawberry and said coolly: "Congratulations, the basic functions of the brain are still there."
Song Xiang: "..."
She pressed her back against the door, trying to open the door, but found someone outside holding the door open manually.
"Mr. Yan, it's almost seven o'clock."
Yan Han retracted his long legs and rested his elbows on his knees.
"You also know it's almost seven o'clock?"
Song Xiang: "So you..."
"According to normal times, I should be having dinner in front of my six-meter dining table now, not in your small shabby room." Yan Han said.
Song Xiang: "Huh?"
Did I ask you to come?
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the sofa, and slowly approached Song Xiang's direction.
"In order to protect an unimportant person like you, I wasted my precious time."
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, "Protect me?"
"It will take a few days to deal with Lin Cong. These days are a dangerous period." The man looked down at her.
Song Xiang: "So?"
Yan Han: "I decided to stay at your house and barely support you."
Song Xiang: "I don't need it."
Do you think I'm stupid? What happened yesterday, I don't know what kind of thing you are.
Yan Han: "Rejection is invalid."
Song Xiang: "Then I'll go."
Yan Han: "Okay."
Song Xiang turned around without thinking.
I put my hand on the doorknob, but it was so tight that it couldn't turn at all.
She gritted her teeth and kicked the door hard.
He turned around and glared at Yan Han fiercely.
Yan Han ignored her look, turned around and walked inside, heading straight to her room.
Song Xiang went crazy and quickly changed his shoes.
"If you want to stay, you can only stay in the guest room."
Yan Han snorted and inspected her room as if he were at home.
"I'll sleep here tonight."
Song Xiang: "No."
Yan Han: "I allow you to sleep with me."
Song Xiang was so happy that he put his hands on his hips and said, "No need!"
"Then you go and sleep on the sofa."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han stood aside and treated her as if she were nothing. He answered the phone and asked people to bring in all the office and daily necessities in a very unceremonious manner.
Song Xiang leaned against the door frame and watched expressionlessly as a row of suits that could last for a month were sent into her room.