The roses all over the house dispersed the anger in the whole building and calmed down Song Xiang's mood.
After dividing the flowers, she sat in the office, her nose filled with fragrance.
In the afternoon, as expected, many employees in the company posted videos, all anonymously accusing Yan Zhenzhen.
Fortunately, Song Xiang had said hello in advance, otherwise she would have been unable to suppress her. Yan Zhenzhen's reputation was not worth mentioning, so it would be more harm than good to bring Yan family down. She did not want to cause trouble for Yan Han.
The neck and sides of the face were all stimulated by spicy oil, and they soon began to turn red.
Throughout the afternoon, although Yan Zhenzhen didn't show up, Song Xiang didn't feel well either, her whole body felt hot.
After finally getting off work, Yan Han came to pick her up in person.
As soon as he got in the car, he noticed her clothes.
"Isn't it hot?"
Song Xiang wore long sleeves to cover the red spots on her neck. When Yan Han asked, she casually said: "The office has air conditioning, so it's not hot."
Yan Han frowned slightly and didn't ask any more questions.
Song Xiang deliberately let down her hair to cover the red marks on the side of her face.
Yan Han didn't ask any more questions, but she breathed a sigh of relief and didn't pay attention to his expression.
He drove back to Zijin Jiayue. It was still early, so Yan Song brought a table of dishes over and the two of them ate simply.
Song Xiang felt uncomfortable and just wanted to eat quickly and go back to the room to take a cold bath.
Yan Han always talked a lot when he saw her these days. It was rare to be quiet today and he didn't mention the rose in the afternoon.
After dinner, she went back to her room to take a shower, and he went to the study to work.
After taking a dip in cold water and feeling much better, Song Xiang's mind came online and she felt something was wrong with Yan Han, and seemed to be in a bad mood.
She wiped her hair and wanted to find him in his study. Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the door, she heard the sound of opening and closing.
Is he out?
My heart tightened, I was sure he was angry.
He opened the door and went out, walking to the door of the study, and sure enough he didn't see him.
She blinked, feeling a little dazed. She sat on the sofa without even drying her hair, and sent a message to Yan Han, without even a single word of reply.
She put down her things and thought about Yan Han's reaction back and forth, not sure what made him angry.
Just as I was thinking about it, I started to feel itchy on the back of my neck.
She couldn't help raising her hand and grabbing it hard.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through me, and I wanted to understand.
Yan Han kept someone by her side. Although they were not always monitoring her, they were certainly not far away.
Yan Zhenzhen had her food thrown at her in full view of everyone. It was impossible for those people not to know.
He must have known that, so he sent her flowers in the afternoon to comfort her?
Then...why are you angry?
Full of questions and worries.
She was not afraid that he would be angry, but she was afraid that he would turn around and walk away without even giving her a chance to explain clearly.
Just as I was thinking about it, the door lock suddenly moved.
She stood up suddenly, turned around and looked, and sure enough it was Yan Han who came through the door.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and my nose felt sore.
"where have you been?"
Yan Han raised his eyes to look at her and noticed the care in her eyes. He changed his shoes and went in and sat down on the sofa.
"come over."
Song Xiang was confused and slowly approached him and sat down next to him.
Yan Han hugged her and pushed the hair away from her neck.
Song Xiang was startled and raised his hand to cover it, but he grabbed his wrist midway.
"Don't move."
"Oh..." He responded dully.
Yan Han saw the red spots on her neck, extending all the way to her back, and her breathing tightened instantly.
Get up and go to close the curtains in the living room.