After Yan Zhenzhen was pulled away, the atmosphere around her suddenly eased. The group of people who had originally surrounded Yan Zhenzhen all came to Song Xiang again.
Song Xiang's face did not change, and he continued to talk and laugh happily.
At six or seven o'clock, people began to leave, and she was not in the mood to stay.
Suman was best at this kind of situation and was left alone.
Song Xiang put down his wine glass, greeted everyone along the way, and followed the flow of people to the underground parking lot.
As soon as she got out of the elevator, she found someone looking at her.
Just as he was wondering, a whistle sounded.
She looked around and was startled. A familiar black Bentley and a man stood beside the car with a women's windbreaker hanging on his arm.
Apparently an hour ago, he was still in the projection screen.
Before she could walk over, he was already in front of her.
There weren't many people around, and they were all peeking in secretly.
Yan Han naturally put the clothes on Song Xiang's shoulders and carried her to the car.
"Why are you here?" Song Xiang asked softly.
Yan Han opened the car door for her, got on the car from the other side, and said, "AI told me that it's easy to get extra points by picking up your girlfriend from get off work."
Song Xiang smiled slightly, knowing that he didn't trust her, and felt warm in his heart.
Suddenly, she remembered the public incident. She had resisted checking her phone at the venue just now, and now she was able to take it out generously.
It was not on the hot search list, and I could barely see it when I searched for keywords.
When I clicked on the comments, there were no splashy comments. Most of them were lamenting Yan Han's good looks. Occasionally there were some unfriendly ones, but they were basically comments with dirty thoughts, automatically substituting prejudice against the secretary.
Yan Han drove the car and paid attention to Song Xiang from the corner of his eye.
"Neither you nor I are celebrities. Unless someone adds fuel to the fire, no one will pay attention to a rich man's love affair."
Song Xiang was silent. He was relieved because there was no heat, but suddenly he became nervous again.
No one pays attention because there is nothing to target. If someone comes out about her father, it will not be as peaceful as it is now.
"Isn't this the way back to my place?" Song Xiang suddenly noticed.
Yan Han nodded, "Someone will probably squat on you in the next two days, so don't go back for the time being."
Song Xiang said "Oh" and did not continue to ask.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, "Don't ask me where I want to take you?"
Song Xiang leaned on the chair and turned to look at him, "You can't sell me anyway."
"I have no interest in selling you." Yan Han held the steering wheel and tapped his fingers twice.
Song Xiang reached out and grabbed the edge of his shirt with two fingers, pursed her lips and said nothing.
It was quiet inside the car, but the air was a little sticky.
Yan Han drove with one hand and quietly held Song Xiang's hand with the other hand.
Driving all the way to Shogun Villa, the old housekeeper was already waiting outside, obviously he knew about it in advance.
Song Xiang got out of the car, her attitude not as open as when she came before. When she entered the door, she unconsciously walked behind Yan Han, like a little daughter-in-law.
The housekeeper smiled the whole time and only asked people to go up and clean up the cold room, but did not mention the guest room.
Yan Han was still conscious and took the initiative to mention it.
The housekeeper looked surprised, turned around, shook his head, and asked someone to clean it up.
As soon as he left, Yan Han whispered in Song Xiang's ear: "The housekeeper can't believe that you were able to guard against me for so long."
Song Xiang chuckled and pushed him upstairs.
The two of them had dinner in the study room, each with a table and working separately.
When the old housekeeper came in, he couldn't help but wonder that his young master was eating in the study.