As soon as Yan Han entered the main entrance, he found a servant running back and walked to the door of the main house, where he heard the report inside.
"Miss Song, the young master is back!"
Yan Han: "..."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, softened the lines of his face slightly, and looked towards the kitchen.
Song Xiang changed clothes, put on a ponytail, wore an apron, and came out carrying a casserole.
Seeing him, a trace of uneasiness flashed in her eyes, and she suppressed it immediately.
"Wait for me, there's something else."
After saying that, he turned around and entered the kitchen again.
The housekeeper was an old fox and had already sent everyone out. Song Xiang came out with the iron plate, and only Shuanghan was left in the living room.
She placed the things in front of Yan Han and was about to sit down opposite him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit on his lap.
"Another egg pancake?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "It's an upgraded version."
Yan Han clicked his tongue, put his arm around her waist, and poked the pizza-like egg pancake on the plate with his chopsticks with one hand.
Song Xiang took the knife next to him, cut a piece and pushed it under his chopsticks, "Try it."
Yan Han looked up at her first. She put on light makeup and had some color on her lips, which was obviously carefully prepared.
"Gu Lian is better than me."
Song Xiang knew what he meant, lowered her eyes, and suddenly hugged him again, leaning her face against his neck.
I didn't say a word, and I didn't know how to explain it to him. Saying sorry seemed too pale.
"I want to go to Yue Ji tomorrow."
Yan Han put down his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll go back after a while."
Song Xiang shook his head, "I'm not afraid."
"Then I'll go with you."
"Just give it to me."
"OK."
After saying that, Song Xiang let go of him and urged him to try the egg pancake.
"There's no salt this time?"
"Didn't you give me some advice last time? I've already thought of a way..."
…
The villa had been gloomy all day, and the atmosphere finally relaxed.
After dinner, Yan Han's phone calls began to come in frantically.
Song Xiang knew in his heart that this was no small trouble, so neither of them said much, and they understood each other tacitly.
Yan Han went to the study and Song Xiang returned to the room.
She sat down, thought about it, and dug out her college and high school address books.
Fortunately, I have kept in touch with the teacher in the past few years.
I dialed the phone anxiously, but I didn't expect the person to answer the call quickly.
"Song Xiang?"
"Teacher, it's me..."
…
From eight o'clock to twelve o'clock, everyone was busy, and it was time to rest.
Song Xiang put down everything and wandered around her room. She probably slept too much during the day and started to have a headache again.
You have to sleep, otherwise your biological clock will be disrupted.
She doesn't want to take sleeping pills anymore, otherwise she will become dependent on them.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open and Yan Han came in holding a pillow.
"Why are you here?"
"Who told you not to find me?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han looked down at her, walked past her, got on the bed quickly, turned sideways, and patted his side.
"sleep."
The two of them have shared the same bed enough times that there is nothing to argue about.
Song Xiang walked over and lay down next to him.
As soon as she lay down, he hugged her from behind.
After coming back from Tianjin City, all the messy things were mixed up, and such a peaceful time was a luxury.
He held her and his breathing gradually became even.
Song Xiang closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.
After a long time, Yan Han opened his eyes and asked, "Can't sleep?"
"No." Song Xiang shook his head and broke away from his arms, "I'm going to drink some water."