Opposite the garden, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows
Through the tall bushes, everyone had a panoramic view of the garden.
Li Ying was holding the juice, the smile on her face solidified.
Sure enough, her intuition was right.
Next to him, Yan Han pursed his lips and said nothing, his face already downcast.
Lu Zechen was already in a bad mood today, but when he suddenly saw other people's gossip, he couldn't help but be mean.
"These two are quite a match, aren't they?"
Yu Tianyu coughed lightly, hoping he would say less.
Wang Fuxue rolled her eyes and directly raised her foot to give Lu Zechen a shake.
I have enough affairs on my own, but I still get involved in other people's affairs, and I don't even know how I died.
"Okay, everyone, hurry in, it's full of customers."
No one left.
In the garden, Gong Shiheng didn't know what he said to Song Xiang. Song Xiang smiled brightly. Gong Shiheng patted her on the head and motioned for her to go in together.
The two disappeared from everyone's sight, unaware of what happened.
Wang Fuxue and Yu Tianyu looked at each other, not even knowing how to smooth things over.
Just as he was cold, Yan Han put down his wine glass and turned around and left.
Lu Zechen whistled, "Zhen Fugang has gone."
Wang Fuxue rolled her eyes at him and looked behind him, "Your bride is here."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Zechen grimaced, his eyes were gloomy, and without even turning his head, he walked directly in the same direction as Yan Han.
Zhao Yaxin wanted to catch up, but was entangled by the little sisters behind her.
Before the formal ceremony even started, the dancing of the demons had already begun.
…
When Song Xiang and Gong Shiheng separated, they happened to receive a message from Gu Lian and made an appointment to meet at a place.
When she was about to go downstairs, the surrounding area was deserted. She was a little nervous and didn't notice anyone behind her.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind, covering her mouth and nose and taking her into the next room.
"Uh-!"
He was so frightened that he was pressed against the door panel, and then he could clearly see the person in front of him.
"Are you sick?!"
I hit him so hard that my head almost exploded with anger.
Yan Han pressed her down, silently, held her chin and kissed her.
Song Xiang was confused and couldn't think straight.
She was kissed so hard by him that she gasped for air and her eyes were blurry.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Where did you go just now?"
He really didn't stop for a moment. He didn't realize before that he just saw Gong Shiheng's attitude towards her upstairs and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Gong Shiheng had protected her several times before, but he was busy competing with her and didn't pay attention.
Song Xiang glared at him and said angrily: "I said a few words to Shiheng in the garden."
Yan Yanhan's face darkened, and his hair suddenly exploded. He raised his hands and pinched her cheeks, "What did you call him?!"
Song Xiang's face puffed out, like a little fat-headed fish, struggling to get out of his hand.
"Can't I call your friend that? Aren't both Ashue and Yingzi called that?"
Yan Han: "..."
"You can't call me that!"
These two words came out of her mouth with a sense of intimacy that made him get angry.
For such a long time, she has always called him by his first name, and he has become closer to others.
Song Xiang rubbed his face, glanced at him, and suddenly understood.
"Shen Han, you are naive or not, that is your friend."
Yan Han: "Why don't you call Lu Zechen that?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky, "He deserves it?! What a piece of shit!"
Yan Han: "..."
"Let go of me quickly, I'm going to find Sister Lian."