Chapter 630 I don't want to be separated for a moment
Song Xiang lowered his head to eat, occasionally raising his head to look at the person opposite.
He must have drunk wine, and his eyes were now red. He leaned on the chair and leaned back lazily, so that his fair neck was exposed to the light, giving him a decadent beauty.
She bit the spoon and quickly lowered her head.
Yan Han asked her: "I got your contact information today. Can I pick you up to work tomorrow?"
Song Xiang took a sip of soup and pursed her lips.
"For the sake of food, come on."
"What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock."
Yan Han frowned, "So late?"
Wouldn't it be ten hours before I see her again?
"At five o'clock."
Song Xiang: "At five o'clock, none of the guard's dogs are on duty."
Yan Han: "..."
He curled his lips and wanted to criticize the dog for being so unprofessional.
"Then six o'clock?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "The multi-grain pancake store I like to eat only opens at seven o'clock."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, and wanted to criticize that shabby pancake shop. It was better than dog dedication.
Forget it, give in.
"Seven thirty."
Song Xiang shrugged and reluctantly agreed, "Okay."
Yan Han became quiet again and continued to stare at her.
In the middle of the process, she raised her head to chew the food. He suddenly took out a tissue and came over to wipe the corners of her mouth naturally.
Tsk——
Song Xiang remained motionless, calmly concealing the small movements in his heart.
After eating, Yan Han did not go upstairs. He just stood at the top of the stairs and watched her go quietly.
Song Xiang carried her things into the elevator, watched the door close, and covered her face hard.
Hold on!
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Song Xiang returned upstairs and lay at the window for a long time. It was almost 12 o'clock in the cold before driving away.
She was excited all night, doing nothing but holding the music box and listening to it over and over again, listening to the music and the sound of severe cold.
In the end, I couldn't bear to part with it, and I was worried that I might break the music box, so I carefully placed the music box next to the pillow and fell asleep quietly.
It was promised at half past seven, but she woke up at five o'clock, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
I got dressed early and started pacing back and forth.
On the way, I went to the window several times to look, but I still couldn't see the cold car.
After finally staying up until seven o'clock, Yan Han's phone call came midway.
"Come down."
good!
Song Xiang almost jumped up from the sofa, but she could only manage to squeeze out a slightly calm "Okay".
Before going out, I walked around in front of the full-length mirror several times to make sure everything was in order before going out.
It was only seven o'clock, and the community was very quiet.
She walked downstairs, and as soon as she came out of the corridor, she saw the sexy red sports car beside the flower bed.
The man was wearing a black casual shirt and was leaning against the car with his arms crossed.
Severe cold?
Song Xiang approached, a little in disbelief.
Did this guy not sleep last night? He even changed his hairstyle.
Hearing her footsteps, the man turned sideways, with a huge toad mirror on his face.
Song Xiang: "..."
It's early in the morning, and the sun hasn't even started working yet.
Yan Han came over and opened the door for her, "Get in the car."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. Before getting in the car, she couldn't help but go over and take off his glasses.
Inhale.
Well, his stylist is pretty good.
The new hairstyle is very trendy and paired with a casual shirt, it completely hides his elite temperament.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, but he still looked younger.
It's just this style, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a wealthy young man picking up girls.
"Handsome?" he asked.
Song Xiang nodded and praised without hesitation, "Handsome."
After she finished, she reached out and touched his face again, "Have you put on foundation?"