Perhaps it was a woman's intuition that caused Song Xiang to feel something was wrong the moment she saw the hairpin, so she took out her cell phone to take pictures and search.
Sure enough, it was a Chinese Valentine's Day special model from a well-known brand five years ago.
At that time, she had just joined the company, and her relationship with Yan Han was not yet that kind of relationship.
Who is the hairpin for?
He stared at the thing in his hand for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he was slowly feeling depressed.
I originally wanted to return it, but out of frustration I put it directly into my pocket.
I packed up the other things angrily and stuffed them in the corner intact.
I took the book, but I couldn't read a word.
Sitting on the sofa, she unconsciously began to screen the women who had become familiar with Yan Han in the past few years, and what she knew about his hair growth, but none of them seemed to meet the requirements.
A flood of random thoughts made my whole heart confused.
When it got dark, footsteps were heard outside. As soon as she sat upright, Yan Han opened the door and came in.
She put her thoughts aside and looked up at him, "Why are you back so early?"
Yan Han walked in, holding a small cake box in front of her, "In a bad mood?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "No."
Yan Han thought she was still feeling uncomfortable because of that incident, so he just waited for her to speak first.
The more she conceals it, the more unhappy he becomes, but he is reluctant to talk about her.
There is no other way but to make innuendoes.
Leaning over, while Song Xiang lowered her eyes, he picked her up with one hand.
Song Xiang exclaimed and hugged him quickly.
Yan Han hugged her and put her on the desk.
Song Xiang wanted to go to the ground, but he blocked his way.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Han put down the things in his hands and took off the ribbon with one hand, "Try it."
Song Xiang took a look and saw that it was the signboard of a cake shop near Yan's. The price was quite expensive. In the past, the secretary's office had to put together a joint order to buy it.
"I'm not hungry."
"I bought it specially." His tone suddenly became tough.
Song Xiang pursed his lips, "Then get out of the way and I'll cut the cake."
"Sit down." Yan Han stopped her with one hand and pulled out a cake knife with the other hand, intending to cut the cake with one hand.
Song Xiang: "It will be destroyed."
Yan Han ignored it and cut the cake in half with one force. Then he slashed horizontally and dumped a quarter of the cake on the plate arrogantly.
Song Xiang was stuffed with a plate of cake and felt a little baffled.
The man pressed his hands on the edge of the table beside her, forcing her to move only within his territory.
She was still thinking about the hairpin, so she pouted and took a large piece of it into her mouth, feeling a little aggrieved.
"Is it delicious?" he asked.
Song Xiang nodded.
"Were you reluctant to eat it before?" He raised his hand and wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth.
Song Xiang licked her mouth and looked up at him, "This store is so expensive, how did you know?"
Yan Han: "Your boyfriend is omnipotent, what doesn't he know?"
Song Xiang: "..."
He leaned over and stared at her with burning eyes. When he saw her eating sullenly, she just didn't intend to speak, and her temper was actually a bit uncontrollable.
Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, he grabbed her wrist, moved the plate away, and kissed her forcefully.
Song Xiang's eyes widened and she didn't dare to move even before she swallowed the cream in her mouth.
He held her chin with one hand and forced her to open her mouth, allowing his breath to flow straight in.
The upper jaw was lightly swiped, causing her to squeal and subconsciously retreat, but he grabbed her belt and pulled her back.
The lips and tongues met, and the sound of subtle water stains made the person blush and her heart beat. She kept her eyes open for a long time, and finally closed them in shame.