Song Xiang exclaimed, thinking that Yan Han was going to regret it, so he immediately pulled out his hand and retreated inside.
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Han grabbed her wrist hard.
Song Xiang was a little confused when she saw that he was holding her hand and not moving, "What are you doing?"
Yan Han curled his lips into a smile, his eyebrows were exquisite, a touch of evil mixed with joy slowly overflowed from his eyes, like fireworks quietly rising into the sky at night, gorgeous and beautiful.
Song Xiang felt that using beauty to describe a man would actually be weird, but when applied to Yan Han, it was simple and fitting.
During the years when she was infatuated with him, she woke up from her dreams countless times, then secretly traced his features, and secretly reflected on him in her heart.
He is so good looking.
This time, he held her hand, took a half step back, bent down, closed his eyes gently, and kissed the back of her hand in her surprised eyes.
As light as a feather, it flies by in a flash.
Song Xiang held his breath and did not dare to move.
From her angle, she could clearly see Yan Han's eyelashes and his perfect facial lines.
He was half-bent and had the elegant temperament of an English gentleman in the movie.
He raised his eyes, smiled faintly, and let go of her hand.
Song Xiang came up in one breath, quickly retracted his hand, and hid behind the door.
"You violated the law!"
We agreed not to do anything.
Yan Han: "It hasn't started just now, so it doesn't count."
Hey, you've said it all!
Song Xiang clasped his hands together and pressed them tightly against his chest. He could clearly feel the excitement of his heart in his chest, as if it was about to rush out in the next second.
She turned her face to the outside and said, "Then it starts now!"
"Start from the beginning." He said with a confident tone.
Song Xiang: "Then let's go."
Gee, this sentence makes me feel uncomfortable.
Yan Han quibbled: "It's daytime now, so it doesn't count as an overnight stay."
Song Xiang boldly opened the door and said, "Then take me back to the company."
"I won't go to work today."
"Why?"
"The boss is going to fall in love."
Song Xiang: "..."
She rolled her eyes at him and slowly walked out of the room.
"I have to go back, I have a meeting in the afternoon."
Yan Han frowned, "Will you go to the airport and wander around in the afternoon?"
He was annoyed when he thought about Duan Ge, a single-celled organism like a paramecium, and kept pestering Song Xiang again and again.
Song Xiang heard the sourness in his tone, raised the corners of his lips, and walked past him.
"They are going on a long trip, so I'm just going to see them off."
"Nan Province is also called Yuanmen? Is he underage? Why don't you bring your mother with you?"
Yan Han followed and kept scolding Duan Ge from behind, wishing he could turn Duan Ge into shit.
Song Xiang found it funny and walked in front of him, listening to his long-winded rants.
When she got downstairs, she wanted to sit in the back seat.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "What for? I'm your driver?"
Song Xiang was confused.
Yan Han raised his chin slightly, walked to the passenger seat, opened the door for her personally, and then made a gesture of invitation to her.
Silly dog, quite talented.
Song Xiang pretended to be calm on the surface, but the corner of his mouth had already reached heaven.
Sitting in the car calmly, I heard Yan Han say again: "Let's go to dinner together?"
Song Xiang shook his head.
"The meeting starts so early?"
Song Xiang straightened his back, not looking at the person at the door, and said: "From the process point of view, you are not qualified to treat me to dinner now."
Yan Han: "..."
He almost laughed out of anger and wiped his face, "Then what am I qualified to do now?"
Song Xiang took out his mobile phone and said, "Add my contact information."