Yan Han left someone downstairs, and Song Xiang felt it as soon as she went out, and there were people following her.
She felt a little calmer and just wanted to go out and enjoy some fresh air.
As we walked, we got further and further away, and when we turned on our location, we found that we were in the downtown area.
"Sister, sister, do you want to buy flowers?"
Standing on the roadside, a child suddenly called her from the opposite side.
Song Xiang estimated that the child was only six or seven years old. Behind him seemed to be his mother, busy going back and forth in a rather small flower shop.
"Miss, would you like to come in and take a look? They are all leftover flowers from Chinese Valentine's Day, and they are all on sale."
Song Xiang took a look at the flower shop. The colorful colors in her eyes made her feel relaxed.
She actually quite likes flowers, but unfortunately these things are too delicate and she doesn't have time to take care of them, so she always feels that it would be a pity to let them go rotten.
"Look at it, it's all at a bargain price. If you don't like it, just throw it away tomorrow." The landlady said again.
Song Xiang thought for a moment, looked at the child, nodded, "Okay."
"Come in quickly."
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Yan's old house
It was approaching early morning, and according to past rules, Yan Zhenting had already taken a rest.
Today was different. His grandson had surrounded the entire house. He had to sit in the living room in the middle of the night and confront his grandson.
"You are responsible for Song Xiang's mother's affairs."
Yan Han entered the door, threw off his coat, walked up to the old man step by step, and asked the old man with a stern face.
"The reason you spent so much time all night is just for..."
"If you have something to do, come to me!"
The young face suddenly turned cold, and he roared with authority, instantly taking away the pressure that had accumulated in this old house for many years.
He pursed his thin lips into a straight line and stared sharply at the old man in front of him, "It's not a glorious thing to deal with a woman like her who has no power to fight back. What's more, you stabbed her in the back, which is quite embarrassing!"
"Okay!" The old man was so angry that he sneered continuously and hit his cane twice, "It's time to make a comeback!"
He opened his old eyes, looked at the person in front of him up and down, and said in a mocking tone: "Listen, listen, these words sound so familiar."
"housekeeper!"
The housekeeper wiped his sweat and stepped forward.
The old man pointed at Yan Han and said, "Do you think it's familiar to you? I also said such nonsense back then! What's the result?"
"He is truly a father and son!"
"master……"
The housekeeper sighed and looked at Yan Han, "Master, you..."
"I'm not Yan Zhicheng."
Yan Yanhan's eyes were cold and he said word by word, "She is not An Xuyue. What you are facing is not the joke of the past."
"So, you are going to marry her?"
Yan Han said: "Whether we marry or not is between her and me, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"It sounds grand, but don't you have some confidence in your own mind?!"
The old man reprimanded in a low voice, but before he could say anything, Yan Song ran in from outside with a very ugly look on his face.
He originally wanted to tell Yan Han in a low voice, but the old man smashed an ashtray and went over.
"Say it louder!"
Yan Song finally found the ashtray, glanced at the old man, and said without delay, "Miss Song is missing!"
"What did you say?!"
Yan Han's pupils shrank suddenly and he grabbed Yan Song's collar, "Speak clearly!"
Yan Song quickly explained without pausing: "Our people have been following Miss Song, but Miss Song entered a flower shop and never came out."
There was a violent look in Yan Yanhan's eyes, and he subconsciously turned to look at the old man.