Not only did Yanhan occupy Song Xiang's room, he also renovated the entire house. For two consecutive hours, various valuables were carried into Song Xiang's two-bedroom apartment. Even the sofa was disgusted by Yanhan because it was shabby.
, it was directly replaced by a set of oversized red sofas, placed in the center of the living room, like a bed.
After struggling until nine o'clock, Yan Han finally sat down in front of the noble new dining table and enjoyed the takeaway that had just been delivered to the Red House.
Song Xiang sat in front of her shabby little table, glanced at the Manchu-Han banquet next door, and then at her White Elephant instant noodles.
Dog thieves! Capitalists who steal people’s wealth!
I took a hard sip of the noodles and almost burst into tears.
Yan Han: "You have affected my dining experience."
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and deliberately slurped the noodles louder.
Yan Han put down his knife and fork, picked up the plate in front of him, stood up and walked to the old table.
Song Xiang did not raise his head and deliberately ignored him.
The man snorted and quickly took away her bucket of instant noodles while she was sucking the noodles.
Song Xiang stared and sipped quickly, causing the noodle soup to splash.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Han looked at her from above, raised the steak plate in his hand, and placed it in front of her naturally.
Song Xiang was confused, looking at the steak and then at Yan Han.
Without saying anything, he returned to his noble dining table with her instant noodles.
Song Xiang took a breath and looked down at the steak.
Cut and neat.
She glanced at Yan Han, then looked at the steak carefully, and found that there was a piece missing from the edge.
Did he eat it?
"You give me your leftovers?"
Yan Han: "..."
He was holding chopsticks in his hand, and he was about to put the instant noodles to his mouth. When he heard Song Xiang's question, the veins on his forehead popped twice.
He tightened his jaw, slowly turned his neck, and stared at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang pouted and looked at the steak on the plate with disgust.
Yan Han closed his eyes, stood up, put away the steak, and made some noodles.
It took just a few seconds, as if it had been rehearsed.
Song Xiang looked at the instant noodles that were returned, with question marks all over his forehead.
There is definitely something wrong with this guy.
She pouted, lowered her head and continued eating instant noodles.
Next door, Yan Han stuffed steak into his mouth with all his strength, and ended the fight in a few seconds. All elegance went to hell.
After finishing eating, he threw the knife and fork hard into the plate.
Song Xiang was sucking the noodles and was startled when she heard the movement next door.
Turning his head to look over, he found Yan Han gnashing his teeth on a steak.
She snorted, thinking that was indeed the case.
That steak must be unpalatable. He wouldn't eat it himself, so he tricked her into eating it. When she found out, he became furious.
Tsk——
Chicken intestines.
She immersed herself in eating noodles, drank the noodle soup happily, and then got up to clean up.
There was a pile of things in front of Yan Han, so he just touched a few things at random. After eating, someone had to come in and clean them up.
It was late at night, with people coming in and out, making it look like a restaurant.
Song Xiang despised it for a while, then went to the study room with his notebook in his arms.
As soon as she sat down, Yan Han opened the door and came in.
He was wearing headphones, probably for a video conference.
Song Xiang gave up his seat respectfully and asked at the same time, "Will it take a long time?"
Seeing her careful tone, Yan Han thought she wanted to use it too, so he cleared his throat and said, "I'll do it as soon as possible."
Song Xiang raised his hand, "No, you can use it as you like, I'm not in a hurry."
Yan Han looked at her steadily.
Song Xiang responded with a smile, "The group's affairs are more important."