Song Xiang is considered a high-level person here, even if he doesn't pull him, no one will see him.
As soon as the curtains were drawn, he turned off the crystal lamp and only turned on a floor lamp next to the sofa.
Song Xiang turned her back to him and felt the coolness on her neck.
When he realized it, he just came in and had something in his hand.
"Are you going to get some ointment?"
"What else?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips, feeling as if he was surviving a disaster. He thought he was angry.
"You'll know this afternoon?"
"Um."
Sure enough, when she got in the car just now, she didn't notice that his expression was wrong.
"Are you angry?"
"No." He replied coldly.
Ever since he agreed to pursue her and confirmed their identity in the past few days, he had never been so cold to her. Suddenly hearing this familiar tone, Song Xiang felt a reflexive discomfort.
"You were so kind to me yesterday, why are you showing off to me today?" You dared to say to him.
The person behind him snorted, but his hand movements were still very gentle.
"You spoke so powerfully yesterday and are you being bullied today?"
Song Xiang clicked her tongue and couldn't help but turn around and explain to him: "I was not bullied by her. I saw her at the time and let her splash on purpose."
Yan Yanhan glanced at her, turned her around again, and ordered, "Take off your clothes."
"ah?"
"Give you some medicine!"
Song Xiang hesitated for a moment, "I'll go back to the room and do it myself."
"You want me to help you take it off?"
Song Xiang gritted her teeth. She couldn't stand his unreasonable behavior and wouldn't let her get through any gaps.
No wonder I had to draw the curtains just now. It turned out to be because of this.
She thought about it and slowly unbuttoned it.
Anyway, there's still a layer inside, so it's not too revealing.
"What shirt should I wear tonight?" he asked behind him.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, not to guard against you.
The shirt fell to the crooks of his arms, revealing a large area of red on his back, and she heard him gasp slightly.
She turned her face slightly and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Yan Han didn't say anything, and he quickly applied the medicine to her.
"If you leave room for the old man, he may not appreciate it."
Song Xiang shrugged, "It's okay. If you don't appreciate it, I'll slap him in the face."
Yan Han: "Besides being a good talker, what else can you do?"
Song Xiang was not angry and turned to look at him, "What are you in a hurry for? I will arrange it."
"Stop playing, don't cry to me."
Song Xiang: "You said something happened yesterday, and you were responsible for it."
"If you go back to the company tomorrow and cripple Yan Zhenzhen, I will support you."
He doesn't appreciate wisdom that suffers like this at all.
Song Xiang pursed his lips, "That's so boring."
She didn't believe that the old man didn't cure Yan Zhenzhen. Just because the media didn't expose today's incident, it didn't mean that no one knew about it.
Yan Zhenzhen is now choosing her husband's family. Unless the old man is crazy, he will definitely suppress Yan Zhenzhen.
"Your grandpa wants to use Yan Zhenzhen to polish me, and he also wants to use me to teach Yan Zhenzhen how to behave."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, and just in time to give her the medicine, he took her into his arms.
"You're not stupid."
Song Xiang snorted, leaned into his arms, and said, "If she can really learn to behave, forget it. I don't want to kill her all too quickly."
"It's impossible for her to learn well. If you take one step back, she will only take ten steps forward."
Song Xiang was silent and looked up at him, "But if something happens to Yan Zhenzhen, will your grandfather be cruel to you? After all, she is his biological daughter. She should be closer to her than your grandson... right?"
Stern and cold snorted, "You don't understand, old man."