Chapter 69 Calling the mentally retarded to thank you
At three o'clock in the morning, after Song Xiang finished taking a shower, there was a third knock on the door, and it was the same waiter who came.
Song Xiang was already numb and asked the other party to bring the meal into the room and closed the door expressionlessly.
This time it was a dish of foie gras with bonito flakes, which was also the dish she had eaten at night.
Not surprisingly, there are seven dishes and an ice cream.
ah--!
Song Xiang looked in the mirror and went crazy, but it was hard to shout out, and her voice was stuck in her throat.
She had suspicions in her mind, but she also thought it was impossible. How could Yan Han be so boring?
But apart from Yan Han, she really couldn't think of any other candidate.
If it was a severe cold, she would still have to endure it. Now she just couldn't sleep. If she angered the bad god, it wouldn't be as simple as not sleeping.
She sat at the dining table and stuffed food into her mouth in retaliation. Her cheeks were soon full, like a puffer fish.
In the next half hour, the door-knocking time became intensive, but we still delivered one dish after another, right down to the last ice cream.
Song Xiang thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but the waiter said something.
"The wine you ordered will be here soon, please wait a moment."
Song Xiang took a breath and stood by the door without saying anything. When the waiter brought the wine, she was instantly convinced.
Because this bottle of wine was basically the one she drank that night, the one that cost her 78,000 yuan!
She closed the door, a bunch of idiots flying through her mind, and various solutions were quickly passed over.
Calling Yanhan directly to ask about it would definitely be self-inflicted.
But if you don't ask, you won't know where you died.
Song Xiang patted his forehead. He was so weak that he could hardly stand.
It was already four o'clock in the morning, and she still had at most three hours of sleep.
Forget it, call me to apologize when you wake up, otherwise your life will be gone.
She lay down, didn't care about anything, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
…
Heitian slept, and when he opened his eyes, the room was dark, but it didn't look like early morning.
Song Xiang got up with a start, grabbed her cell phone and saw that the time was already eleven o'clock.
She grabbed a handful of hair hard, her mind confused.
Fortunately, Wang Yong was not around, so she made an excuse and said that she could get by even if she was meeting a client, but at worst, her performance would be deducted.
With this thought, she calmly washed up, limped downstairs to have breakfast, and sat in the coffee shop thinking about how to call Yan Han.
After thinking twice, she bravely dialed Yan Han's cell phone.
Got through and was hung up.
Song Xiang: "..."
She looked calm, stuffed a large piece of cheese toast into her mouth, and dialed it directly for Xu Yi.
"Miss Song?" Xu Yi answered the phone quickly.
Song Xiang's tone was gentle and polite, "Can you please give me a message to Mr. Yan?"
"Mr. Yan is by my side. You can tell Mr. Yan directly." Xu Yi was very considerate and immediately handed the phone to Yan Han.
Song Xiang rolled her eyes. There must be something wrong with Yan Han that forced her to make such a big detour.
She exhaled silently and spoke with a smile: "Mr. Yan?"
"Say." The man's cold voice came from the mobile phone.
Song Xiang took a sip of coffee, wiped away the bitterness in her mouth, and said, "I'm calling to thank you for bringing me so much food last night."
Yan Hanqing chuckled, "Stop putting money on yourself, I will give you food?"
When he said this, Song Xiang became even more certain that the mentally retarded person was definitely him!
The smile on Song Xiang's face did not diminish, and he said to himself: "The foie gras is great, and the wine is also great."
Yan Han: "It seems like the ice cream is not to your liking?"
Song Xiang made some small gestures of swearing, thinking that it wasn't you, even the ice cream would know.
She guessed that Yan Han minded her using his membership card, so she said tentatively: "The ice cream is very good, and everything in the Red House is very good. It's just that I used the membership card without your permission yesterday.
I’m causing trouble for you.”
Yan Han was silent for a moment and didn't speak.
Song Xiang was a little unsure of what he was thinking, and was in a state of confusion, "Mr. Yan?"
"You are willing to spend 80,000 yuan to treat someone to dinner. I have never seen you so generous before." Yan Han changed his words inexplicably.
Song Xiang complained in his heart: It's none of your business. If it weren't for your broken bottle of wine, I wouldn't have spent so much money.
"You have short hands. Mr. Duan has helped me a lot, so I should return the favor." She said calmly, then she started to compliment Yan Han again: "This is what you taught me before, what?
We owe everything, but favors should be considered twice."
A stern and cold voice came over: "It's not easy for your brain to remember what I said."
Song Xiang couldn't help but roll his eyes again.
She patiently took her time and asked a little cautiously: "Mr. Yan, I have something to ask you."
Yan Han: "I am your teacher? Have you paid the tuition? Why should you ask me for advice?"
Song Xiang: "..." Rub!
She controlled her expression in the air and said with a forced smile, "It's about Miss Yan Zhenzhen."