Yan Han really put on foundation. He didn't sleep all night, and the bruise was too heavy at the moment. Before going out, the stylist gave him some advice.
But what Song Xiang touched was his face, and that part was purely natural.
After getting in the car, he actually knew which restaurant Song Xiang liked to eat at, and went straight to his destination.
The store had just opened, and many students gathered around the door.
Song Xiang was lying on the car door, watching Yan Han walk over and queue up, his style was incompatible with everything around him.
But maybe he was so good-looking that a little girl secretly took a picture of him with her cell phone.
She was a little proud, so when Yan Han wasn't paying attention, she took a photo herself and then set it as a dynamic background.
After waiting in line for a long time, the boss suddenly had some objections.
Song Xiang only saw Yan Han gesturing at the menu, and then the boss opened his mouth wide and looked at him with an expression that looked like he was a fool.
She was worried that something was wrong with Yan Han and wanted to get out of the car to take a look. Then she saw the boss making an OK gesture, so there should be no problem.
Three minutes later, Yan Han got into the car carrying a bag of things.
Song Xiang eats pancakes every day, but he never knew they were so big.
She took the bag and took a look, and was stunned for a moment.
"What's this?"
Yan Han took off his glasses proudly and said, "Deluxe version of pancakes."
What he practices is the second iron rule of pursuing girls.
Spend money on her, spend a fortune!
Song Xiang: "..."
There was a bunch of stuff in this bag, and everything on the menu was there. That poor piece of cake was buried in a bunch of ingredients, and it looked very miserable.
No wonder the boss looks at him like a fool.
Yan Han: "Moved?"
Looking at her expression, she couldn't close her mouth.
Song Xiang helplessly weighed the thing in his hand, he estimated it weighed two kilograms.
This silly dog.
Forget it, I won’t dampen his enthusiasm, just in case he gets impatient again.
"move."
Satisfied, Yanhan started the car.
Song Xiang sat next to him, looking for the cake among the ingredients and having a hard time eating it.
When she arrived at the company, she opened the door and got out of the car, and Yan Han followed her.
There was no one in the parking lot, it was empty.
Song Xiang didn't really want to go up, there must be no one in the office.
Yan Han walked to the front of the car and opened the front cover, revealing the bright red color.
Rose.
Song Xiang was stuffed into her arms, and the aroma was so strong that it made her head dizzy, and her feet felt light.
Yan Han said: "Fifty flowers."
Song Xiang had never seen anyone give this number as a gift and was confused: "What does it mean?"
"You are my other half."
Song Xiang was holding flowers and pancakes, with her mouth open and her expression a bit funny.
It was as if tens of thousands of sugars instantly surrounded the heart, and even insulin couldn't work.
She can guarantee that Yan Han will definitely ask Baidu.
Yan Han was very satisfied with her reaction. As soon as he clicked the button, he turned around and got into the car. He put one hand on the door and asked her: "Mr. Song, can I treat you to dinner tonight?"
Song Xiang cleared his throat and pretended to be serious, "But... it's okay."
She stood there and watched Yan Han's car slowly exit the parking lot.
He turned around and took a deep breath of the rose scent.
He's pretty good at dog things.
Biting her lip, she walked into the elevator holding the flowers.
Suddenly, she thought for a moment and suddenly changed direction.
Going up from the elevator in the basement, only people in the office can see her rose.
She couldn't favor one person against another. She had to enter through the gate and let the guard's dog take a look.
So, it was around seven o'clock in the morning.
Mr. Song, who has always been low-key, walked into the main building from Yue Ji's door with the rose in his arms.