Just as Wang Fuxue finished speaking, another Li Ying crawled out from under the sofa, and Lu Zechen and Gu Lian walked out of the bedroom. Gong Shiheng was pulled out from under the sofa by Li Ying, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Song Xiang patted her forehead, so when she was talking to Yan Han just now, there was actually a room full of people listening.
"You two are too ink-stained."
“I originally wanted to read something substantial, but I’m so choked up.”
Lu Zechen was so thick-skinned that instead of saying that he was peeping, he would complain about Song Xiang and Yan Han for wasting time.
Normally, Song Xiang would have complained about him a long time ago, but now she was a little embarrassed and her face was a little red.
"Mom, this cake was made by my father himself." Li Ying came out to speak. Her face looked much better than the previous few days, and there was no sign that anything had happened.
Song Xiang bit her lip, "Well, it's pretty... pretty good."
"Which is better, the cake or the person?" Yu Tianyu interjected jokingly.
Everyone chuckled.
Song Xiang clasped her hands behind her back, like a little girl who was teased by her classmates when she was a student, biting her mouth and saying nothing.
Yan Han stood behind her and looked at her profile quietly, without saying as much as he did just now.
Probably the silence was better than the sound. The audience did not see the excitement, but they picked up the gifts very wisely.
When it was Yan Han's turn, he casually took out a box from his pocket and took the opportunity to put it with everyone else's.
"Why don't you take a look at Brother Han's gift first?" Yu Tianyu asked.
Song Xiang probably guessed what was inside and shook his head, "I'll take it apart together when I go back tonight."
"Come on, come on, eat cake!"
After the procedure was completed, Wang Fuxue greeted everyone to claim the cake.
The long table was full, and compared to the depressing dinner that Song Xiang and Xu Shuyan had before, it was a completely different atmosphere.
"Why don't I have Dragon Palace Fruit here?"
Wang Fuxue's voice sounded in her ears, and immediately after, Yu Tianyu scooped out his cake and put it on her plate.
Song Xiang took a peek, turned her face, and happened to see Yan Han scooping out the fruit from his cake and placing it on her cake naturally.
In the blink of an eye, no one around him noticed.
She quickly buried the fruit into the cream, just like when she was a child and found a piece of expired candy in a drawer at home. She didn't care, but hid it first.
But we can't let others find out.
Yan Han caught her small movements in his eyes, and his thin lips couldn't help but pursed, but instead of being happy, he felt inexplicably distressed.
Everyone around him was talking, but Song Xiang was the only one eating the cake seriously.
Wang Fuxue also prepared a lot of snacks and snacks, which are all limited edition delicacies of the Red House.
Song Xiang ate a lot, but when the time came, he didn't dare to stay.
She temporarily left the gift at Wang Fuxue's house, planning to come back to get it after Xu Shuyan left.
When going out, Yan Han put one hand in his pocket, pretending to go out with her.
Song Xiang wanted to refuse, but Yu Tianyu said something behind him.
"Don't worry, Auntie won't be waiting at the elevator entrance, don't be too nervous."
Song Xiang was at a loss for words, even thinking about it.
She glanced at Yan Han and walked out of the door first.
Yan Han followed him out, and Wang Fuxue's joking voice came from the room.
After closing the door, the two of them walked into the elevator one after another.
Song Xiang was walking in front and heard someone behind him say: "Remember to dismantle it when you get back."
There was a feeling of heat behind her ears, and her hand subconsciously touched the small thing in her pocket.
She had left all the gifts just now, but she was so cold that she secretly put them in her pocket.