To like someone is probably to put your brain and heart in his hands and be happy with it.
When Yan Yanhan held Song Xiang in his arms, he could see the corners of her lips rising in the dim light, but he was not willing to expose her.
He felt that Song Xiang was cute even when she was "acting wildly", and was different from other women and not annoying at all.
"Then I'll come to pick you up tomorrow."
"It's up to you."
Song Xiang was in his arms, raising her chin, with a slightly cunning light shining in her eyes.
He wanted to kiss her, but she had already broken away from his arms.
"I'm going home."
Annoying, it will take more than ten hours before I can see her.
He stood there, watching her slowly walk into the corridor, and then counted in his mind, waiting for her to turn back.
The heartless woman never looked back.
In the corridor
Song Xiang exhaled all the way, and as soon as she entered the elevator, she immediately fanned herself with her hands.
It's only been a day and a half since I was about to be seduced by him again.
The elevator opened, she quickly returned home, then lay down by the window and looked down.
Sure enough, Yan Han didn't leave, his car was still parked downstairs.
Not long after, her phone vibrated.
——What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?
Song Xiang was sitting on the sofa, holding her cell phone against her forehead, her heart and eyes full of sweetness.
Before she could reply, Yan Han had already sent a lot of things, like a menu.
She picked one or two items, but before she could continue, another message was sent over there.
——Then you make me egg pancakes.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "I didn't do well."
——I am happy to eat.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, and his face quickly heated up.
He fell heavily on the sofa, rolled over, put the phone on his chest, covered his face with his hands, and felt the urge to stamp his feet.
The phone was still vibrating, so she turned over and sat on the sofa to read.
She didn't even know that Yan Han could also chat. Even if she couldn't think of anything to reply to him, he could still send her a bunch of things.
If he doesn't get a response for a long time, he just calls.
The two talked nonsense for a long time, and Song Xiang was tired of talking.
I didn't eat anything on the top of the mountain just now, so my chest was already pressed against my back.
She didn't want to eat anything, so she thought of eating two packs of instant noodles.
However, a harsh and cold voice came from the phone.
He said: "Open the biggest window in the house."
Song Xiang was confused and didn't know what he was going to do, but he still did it.
Yan Han said again: "Back off."
She did so.
The next second, the sound of propellers came from the window.
She immediately thought of what it was, and sure enough, a small drone flew in through the window with a bag hanging on the base.
The drone landed accurately in the living room, and she walked over to get her things.
As soon as you open it, you will be greeted by the aroma of food.
When I opened it, it turned out to be fried chicken.
Severe cold...
She patted her forehead and hurried to the window.
Downstairs, the man stood tall and straight, leaning on the edge of the sports car. She was too far away, so she couldn't see his face, but she was sure that he was also looking up at her.
She called him and asked, "Where did you get the drone?"
They separated not long ago, even if it was sent by Yan Song, it would not be so fast.
Yan Han: "Bought it?"
"Who did you buy it from?"
"The old man downstairs."
"How much?"
"Two hundred thousand."
Song Xiang: "...!"
She turned her head and glanced at the fried chicken, feeling heartbroken.
Yan Han knew her character and added, "Don't feel bad, the fried chicken is still a bonus."