"From your point of view, at most you are dreaming of Yue Ji going public."
"But if it were the girl from the Qin family, her thoughts would definitely be different from yours."
Song Xiang swallowed and straightened his back, "I can learn, and he can teach me."
"One day you will find that no matter how fast you learn, you can't keep up with him. He can teach you for a year or two, but if you can never catch up, you think he will really have the patience to teach you for a lifetime.
?”
Words are indeed a powerful tool to hurt people, and the words of an old man can even kill someone.
Song Xiang admitted that Yan Zhenting's few casual words had already touched her deepest fear.
"I agreed to the marriage of Xiao Yan's parents because they have completely different views. One doesn't want to teach, and the other doesn't want to learn at all. It seems that two people like this can't get along, but in fact it's not easy for them to have conflicts.
.If it weren’t for external factors, they might really be happy.”
"But you are different from Xiao Yan. You are chasing him with all your strength. Aren't you tired?"
Song Xiang didn't look into Yan Zhenting's eyes and said without squinting: "I enjoy it."
"It won't last forever." Yan Zhenting concluded.
"Well, how about we make a bet?"
Song Xiang frowned, "You say."
"I bet you two will have a big conflict within two months." Yan Zhenting said with determination.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and didn't know how to speak for a while.
"She doesn't need to bet with you."
A cold voice came from behind the flower bed. Yan Han, dressed in black and blending into the night, suddenly walked out, with uncontrollable aggression in his eyes.
The old man chuckled and stood up immediately.
"It doesn't matter whether you gamble or not. Whether you can survive two months or not is up to you two."
He lowered his head and glanced at Song Xiang, and said in a voice that Yan Han couldn't hear clearly: "If you have anything, you can come to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Han came over and pulled Song Xiang up from the chair like he was avoiding a savage beast.
Song Xiang's whole body was cold, and she suddenly leaned close to him, and couldn't help but hug him.
Seeing her like this, Yan Han felt heartbroken and couldn't help but glare at Yan Zhenting angrily.
Yan Zhenting hummed softly, ignored it, and walked towards the old house on crutches.
As soon as he turned around, Yan Yanhan picked Song Xiang up in his arms.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms and realized, "The banquet is not over yet?"
"If you don't leave, how many bowls of poisonous chicken soup can your brain handle?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She pursed her lips and leaned into his arms, her whole body exhausted.
Yan Han carried her out, put her in the passenger seat, and left quickly.
Song Xiang looked at the scenery outside and remained silent until he found that the scenery was unfamiliar and then he cheered up.
"where did you go?"
Yan Yanhan glanced at her and said, "I'll take you to elope."
Song Xiang laughed out loud, his depression dissipated, and turned to look at Yan Han.
"Then I'll go with you."
There was warmth in Yan Han's eyes, and he gently scolded her, "Idiot."
She had no willpower at all, and the old man scared her legs weak with just a few words.
She was very good at the meeting in the morning. I couldn't praise her more for nothing.
He drove very fast all the way to the suburbs.
Song Xiang opened the window and looked outside, finally remembering the surrounding environment.
She had been here before, and that time he found out that she was plotting against Yan Zhenzhen, and he had her tied up in a Japanese-style courtyard. The surrounding environment was like this.