"If you like to eat, you can pack it when you leave." Rong Boye added.
Song Xiang nodded quickly and thanked him repeatedly.
The table became quiet again, except for the occasional clatter of bowls and chopsticks accidentally made by Song Xiang.
One dish after another, the difficulty gradually increases.
Even if he didn't speak, Song Xiang's mouth was not idle.
Although the heart is tired, the stomach has gained real benefits and is not considered a loss.
When the desserts were served, the maid also brought out the packed food boxes, which were very delicate.
Seeing that Song Xiang had almost eaten, he still wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you.
Suddenly, a person hurriedly walked in outside and whispered a few words in Rong Zhe's ear.
Rong Zhe walked up to Rong Boye and said in a moderate voice: "Sir, Mr. Yan from the Yan Group is here."
I don’t know if it was Song Xiang’s illusion.
The moment she heard about Mr. Yan, a sinister look flashed in Rong Boye's eyes, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms.
The atmosphere at the dinner table also changed. She could feel that Rong Boye was very unhappy.
Even... murderous intent.
"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry, maybe my boyfriend came to see me."
She said and immediately stood up.
"Boyfriend?" Rong Boye raised his head.
Song Xiang responded, "Yes..."
"Invite him in."
Song Xiang had a headache. She didn't know if Yan Han had offended the Buddha, but she had an intuition that it would not be too pleasant to meet him.
But Rong Boye opened his mouth and she couldn't refuse.
The house was too big, and no one reported that footsteps could be heard outside the corridor for at least ten minutes.
Song Xiang heard the noise and stood up in a second.
Turning around, I saw Yan Yan approaching with a cold face.
With her back to Rong Boye, she could still feel the gaze on her back like thorns.
When Yan Han came before her eyes, before she could open her mouth, Rong Zhe had already opened her mouth.
"Mr. Yan, you brought so many people here. Isn't the commotion too loud?"
Song Xiang was confused and looked up at Yan Han.
Yan Han pulled her behind him smoothly and looked straight at Rong Boye, "No matter how loud the noise is, Yan is the one who came to pick me up in an upright manner, unlike Mr. Rong, who took me away without saying a word."
Song Xiang bit her lip and quickly pulled his shirt behind him.
What to say!
She quietly glanced at Rong Boye, who was very cold and not affected by the harsh and cold aura at all.
He drank the soup, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, then put his hands on the table and turned his eyes to Yan Han.
In terms of financial resources, although Yan Han is young, he may not be much worse than Rong Boye.
But some things really need time to accumulate. After all, Yan Han's youth is mixed with a certain amount of rashness. Compared with Rong Boye's calmness and indifference, it is somewhat less interesting.
"She is an adult, you don't need to look at her all the time. Women can't be seen the way they look."
The words were neither cold nor cold, they didn't sound offensive, but they felt like a lesson.
Song Xiang was frightened and felt that Shun Han would not let go.
Sure enough, the next second, Yan Han snorted coldly.
"Mr. Rong is alone, but he comes to teach me the ways of men and women, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Song Xiang took a breath. She felt it just now. His wife was Rong Boye's Achilles' heel and must not be mentioned.
She leaned out and stopped in front of Yan Han, "Mr. Rong, I'm sorry, he didn't mean to offend you."
As she said that, she bent down slightly and said, "I have already disturbed you a lot by coming to the door today. Thank you for your hospitality. If I have the chance, I will repay you."