After getting out of the car, Song Xiang looked around and saw red maple leaves. There was also a bamboo timer in front of the door.
She followed Yan Han into the door and walked inside. She was surrounded by low buildings. She didn't take a close look at them last time. Watching them at night had a unique flavor.
"Do you like Japanese architecture?"
"What's there to like about things from a small island country?" Yan Yanhan sneered.
Song Xiang was confused, "Then why are you decorating like this?"
Yan Han came over and whispered: "The old man has traditional ideas, and so does the entire Yan family. I don't want them to come over, so I pretend to be the Japanese style they hate most."
Song Xiang: "..."
So childish, like a child.
Such a large piece of land was wasted just for competition.
There were only a few maids in the yard, all wearing simple cheongsam. They looked so beautiful that Song Xiang couldn't help but take a second look.
"The maid was chosen based on your taste?"
Yan Han glanced at her and said deliberately: "Pretty, isn't she?"
Song Xiang snorted, put his hands behind his back, and stepped forward.
Seeing that her mood had improved, Yan Han took her around the yard and finally led her to the back room.
Chen Shen was familiar with the surroundings, and Song Xiang remembered clearly the room where he forced her to sign the contract.
This is really a trip back to the old place.
"Why did you bring me here so late at night?"
"No one will come here to do things conveniently." Yan Han hugged her from behind.
Song Xiang was slightly startled and avoided his kiss, "I knew you had no good intentions."
"Did the old man scare you?" he asked suddenly.
Song Xiang shook his head, "No..."
"Then it means to show affection to others and show courtesy to others?"
"That's right."
Yan Yan snorted, "He has been in the military area for many years, and what he is best at is psychological warfare."
Psychological tactics must also be based on the enemy's psychological flaws.
Song Xiang knew in her heart that she had a mental defect, and Yan Zhenting happened to see through it.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, pushed her to sit down on the tatami, then supported her head and let her lie down.
There are only a few small tables around and there are no miscellaneous items on the ground.
When Song Xiang lay down, he felt as if he was lying on the grass in the wild, with the sky above him.
Looking into Yan Han's eyes, you can just see the stars in his eyes.
Her hair was spread out and she was lying quietly, looking inexplicably frail and beautiful.
Yan Han couldn't do anything to her, so he leaned over and kissed her.
"I say I'm not afraid, but actually I'm scared to death."
"You are not only afraid of my family, you are also afraid of me."
Song Xiang bit her lip and couldn't help but look away.
A stern and cold kiss followed her, mixed with small words.
"If you insist on slowing down with me and not letting me touch you, isn't it because you are afraid that our relationship will become the same as before?"
His thoughts were revealed, Song Xiang subconsciously raised his hand and covered his eyes.
Yan Han clasped her wrist and looked at her face so close, his eyes were deep, his love was like a treasure.
Song Xiang had a tough mouth and said with his eyes closed: "You lied to me and said so much, just to coax me again like before."
Yan Han was so angry that he bit her lip hard.
"You want my life, don't you? I told you to take it slow with you, so you look down on my self-control?"
Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh, opened her eyes, and jokingly teased him, "You are so shameless. You tricked me out. Kiss me and hug me. Now tell me about self-control."