Song Xiang thought to herself, you should leave it alone. Whether you accept it or not, your ring will cost me half of my life.
She didn't say anything, but looked up at the clock and said, "I have nothing to do, why don't I leave now?"
Duan Ge saw that she kept pressing her feet and was a little worried, "Is your foot injured?"
Song Xiang didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore, so she forced herself to stand up and said, "It's a small injury, but it doesn't hurt very much. You can definitely walk."
Duan Ge raised his eyebrows, "Then let's go have supper?"
Song Xiang: "..." It's better to stay in the hospital.
She arranged her hair and nodded with a smile, "Okay."
"What do you want to eat?"
Duan Ge helped her carry her things and followed thoughtfully all the way. He was completely different from the young Huahua when they first met.
Song Xiang kept an appropriate distance and said, "Let's go out to have noodles. There's no need to choose a place."
"become."
Duan Ge doesn't have the problem of pretending to be a kid from a rich family. When he was young, Duan Xiangtian didn't get rich so it was common to eat at street stalls.
The two of them left the hospital and sat down directly at the food stall opposite the hospital.
Song Xiang observed Duan Ge, his expression did not change at all, and he used disposable chopsticks very naturally.
If it's a severe cold, I think I'll be facing a formidable enemy and I'll send all the stools and chairs for disinfection. By comparison, Duan Ge is actually pretty good.
She was thinking that Duan Ge had already started ordering. He ordered two bowls of noodles and specifically asked them not to be spicy but to have them light.
"I used to come to places like this when I was a kid. Later, when my dad got rich, the friends thought this place was not classy, so I didn't bother to bring people here."
As Duan Ge said this, he handed Song Xiang a pair of chopsticks.
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, "You actually know that you are making friends with bad guys?"
Duan Ge snorted, "I'm not stupid, can you see that they are after my money?"
Song Xiang gave him a thumbs up, "You understand."
Duan Ge cheered, his attitude was casual, and he said a few words casually.
The weird atmosphere between the two finally disappeared. The noodles were served and they were eaten quickly. They were even more enjoyable than the meal at the Red House that night.
After eating the noodles, Duan Ge wanted to send Song Xiang home, but she muttered a little.
"I haven't tidied up my house. I'll stay in a hotel today and wait until my aunt has tidied up before going back tomorrow." Song Xiang lied.
Duan Ge yelled, "You don't look so rich. You don't even do the cleaning yourself?"
Song Xiang couldn't help but get into his car and said, "It's good for yourself to be extravagant once in a while."
Duan Ge snapped his fingers, "I just like your grandeur. What's the point of picking at the ropes?"
Song Xiang thought in his heart, if your father has money, you have the final say.
Duan Ge started the car and went straight to a nearby Internet celebrity hotel. The cheapest one night was 98,000.
Song Xiang's heart was bleeding crazily, and he still had a smile on his face, and the sound of deductions from the rapidly decreasing amount could be heard in his ears.
When they arrived at the hotel, Duan Ge took the card naturally, but Song Xiang was the first to hand over his card.
"What's the matter with you?" Duan Ge knocked on the front desk.
Song Xiang smiled and pushed the card forward, "I have money."
Duan Ge was speechless, collected his card, and spoke leisurely: "Are you not giving even the slightest chance?"
Song Xiang pretended not to hear his voice, and registered the information with the front desk again and again, while talking to him: "You are short-handed, I owe you enough favors, and I will not be able to pay you back in the future."
Duan Ge chuckled, put his hands in his pockets, and stopped talking.
Song Xiang got the room card and waved it towards Duan Ge, "I'll go up first, you can go back too."
Duan Ge pursed his lips and said, "I'll send you upstairs before leaving."
Song Xiang had no choice but to take him upstairs together, thinking about what to do if he came in.
Ding--
The elevator door opens.
Song Xiang and Duan Ge stood side by side, just eye-to-eye with the two people in the elevator.
"Hey, are you two coming to book a room at this time?"
Lu Zechen's peach blossom eyes flashed, and he glanced around Song Xiang and Duan Ge with great interest.
Song Xiang was annoyed by his mean words, but she cared more about the young woman in his arms.
It wasn't the Beibei from last time, but a familiar female artist whose name she couldn't remember at the moment.
"Young Master Lu is really busy, you should take care of yourself."
Song Xiang raised his feet and walked into the elevator with a mocking tone.
Duan Ge didn't have a good impression of Yan Han's group and didn't even bother to talk to Lu Zechen. He walked into the elevator and leaned against the wall.
Lu Zechen had a smile on his face. He was supposed to get out of the elevator, but suddenly he stopped moving. He seemed to want to follow Song Xiang and Duan Ge up to have a look.
"The theme suites in this hotel are pretty good, have you booked them?" Lu Zechen suddenly asked as soon as the elevator door closed.
Song Xiang rolled her eyes at the wall, "I live alone, Master Duan just sent me here."
"Oh——" Lu Zechen pretended to draw out his voice and looked at Duan Ge with a half-smile, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, sit still and stay calm, Liu Xiahui."
Song Xiang closed his eyes and made a gesture to Duan Ge in the blind spot of Lu Zechen's sight, telling him not to associate with such a person.