Song Xiang finished taking a bath, but because it was too hot inside, she still wore a bathrobe and went out.
Yan Han sat on the sofa and watched her sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair.
Memories come flooding back.
Many times before, she would take a shower afterwards, come out in a bathrobe, sit in front of the mirror, blow dry her hair, clean herself up and leave.
More ruthless than him.
Now, she was wiping her hair and suddenly turned to look at him.
"Can you wait a little longer? It might be too late at five o'clock."
It's already four forty now.
Yan Han: "It's not a meeting, what's the rush?"
Song Xiang said "Oh" and turned around to continue drying her hair.
Yan Han watched her do her hair, then opened the drawer and applied light makeup on herself in the mirror.
Do girls dress up so carefully before going on a date?
He was the most annoying person to wait for others, but now he found this process extremely interesting. Just looking at her back made him feel very happy.
She put on makeup, took her clothes to the next door to change, and walked out wearing a long white dress.
"I'm fine."
"Go out."
When Song Xiang heard this, a trace of joy appeared on his face.
When Yan Han went out, the people accompanying him were all replaced by Yan Zhencheng. It was unlikely that they would run away midway.
It's quite a distance from the suburbs to the city, and by the time we get to the bustling areas, it's already dark.
Yan Han abandoned the car and walked with Song Xiang.
There are many small stalls on the roadside, which are lively and ordinary, but the atmosphere of fireworks is very strong.
"Tomato plum?"
Song Xiang muttered softly.
Yan Han followed her line of sight and saw a small stall with a cart full of red things.
"Want to eat?"
Song Xiang put his hands behind his back, pondered for a moment, tilted his head and said, "I haven't eaten it before."
"purchase."
Song Xiang laughed and stretched out his hand towards Yan Han, "Have you brought any money?"
Yan Han glanced at her and reached for the mobile phone in his pocket.
After touching it, his expression paused.
Song Xiang saw something was wrong, "You don't have your cell phone?"
Yan Han: "..."
"What about the cash?"
"..."
Yeah, nothing.
Song Xiang withdrew his hand and turned to look at the group of people who followed him. They didn't look like they knew how to carry money.
"If you don't buy it, shopping is in vain?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at Yan Han.
Yan Han cleared his throat, looking a little confused, "Looking for the bank."
"Did you bring your card?"
"Brush your face!"
Song Xiang: "..."
They walked around and found that there was actually a bank.
Song Xiang walked in, always feeling like a wolf with nothing.
But it turns out that some people's faces are valuable. Even if their faces are bruised, they can still be very bluffing when they sit there.
The front desk recognized Yan Han immediately and quickly called the manager out.
The manager moved his forehead in sweat, indicating that it was not easy to get the money.
At the end of the day, let’s just ask Yan Han directly.
"How much money do you need."
Yan Han looked at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang raised a finger and said, "One hundred."
manager:???
A big boss on the financial channel, it only costs 100 to enter the bank?
The corner of the other party's mouth twitched and he spoke with difficulty: "I will lend it to you two personally. Can you two take a look?"
Yan Han: "No..."
Song Xiang: "Okay!"
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, not happy. It was rare for him to have a serious channel to spend money on Song Xiang. Why would this fat man join in the fun?
Also, borrowing a hundred yuan is nothing.
He looked up at the name of the bank and frowned.
On the side, the manager was paying for Song Xiang. When he saw this detailed action, his hands shook.