The process of lighting incense was delayed again and again, and finally, with Yan Han arriving, Song Xiang lit the incense tremblingly.
The flashlight flashed wildly, and I didn't know how many drafts were needed.
After getting off the red carpet, Yan Han dragged Song Xiang towards the mobile home.
As soon as I entered, a wave of heat hit me.
"There's no air conditioning in here?"
Just as Song Xiang was about to speak, Ding Fan explained.
"Only the innermost one has it, and Mr. Rong is in it."
Song Xiang: "..."
The last hit has to come from one of your own.
She saw Yan Han's face darken, and regardless of the person next to her, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.
Ding Fan was shocked and quickly turned around.
Yan Han stared at her, his expression frozen. He was not stupid, could he see that this was her delaying strategy.
Song Xiang grabbed his hand and begged in a low voice: "There are so many people here, please give me some face and don't make trouble for me."
"Am I causing trouble for him?!"
Song Xiang: "...No!"
She wanted to scratch her own ears and quickly changed her explanation.
"You are my boyfriend, that is the host, and he is the guest. You have to be polite, right?"
This statement is not bad.
Yan Han closed his eyes, relaxed his breath, pinched Song Xiang's shoulder with one hand, and said: "I have a two o'clock flight, and I am racing against time to come over to see you. You are going to do this to me? Do you want to piss me off?"
Song Xiang hugged him and patted his back gently, "I didn't do it on purpose, I just sent the invitation politely. I didn't expect him to come."
Yan Han: "So it proves that his intentions are evil!"
Song Xiang: "..."
There are people outside, and Rong Boye may come out at any time.
She didn't want the two people to meet. If a spark hadn't happened and a photo had been taken by the media, it would have been enough to make headlines.
Pulling Yan Han a little further inside, he gently shook his hand and said, "Give me some face."
"No!"
He was so angry that he had a headache. It was rare that he was not bewitched by her.
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, cleared his throat, and hugged him anyway.
"Boyfriend~"
"Don't call me."
Song Xiang couldn't help but laugh, moved to his lips and kissed him gently.
"Is your flight going to be delayed?"
"Even if the plane takes off, I can still make it turn around!"
Song Xiang: "..."
"I know you are powerful. You are the most powerful in the world. You are handsome, smart, and have a good personality. No one is more likable than you."
puff--
Ding Fan, who was standing not far away, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Song Xiang's face heated up, but she still coaxed Yan Han first, "You said you are so good, and I found you, it was all the blessings I accumulated in my previous life. Not to mention Rong Boye can be my father, he is as young as you, then I
You can’t even look at him one more time.”
The last sentence is against my will.
Yan Han's expression finally softened a little, he glanced at her, hummed, raised his head and glanced inside again.
Song Xiang: "He will leave immediately."
Yan Han frowned, but still didn't want to let go.
Yan Song walked in and reminded, "Master, time is running out."
Song Xiangru blinked his eyes when he was about to receive amnesty, "Let's go first, don't delay the business."
With a stern and cold expression on his face, he moved his gaze downwards, suddenly turned his face sideways, and raised his chin towards her.
Song Xiang understood, quickly stood up on tiptoes and kissed the side of his face.
"I will leave the person here. If he still doesn't leave in half an hour, I will personally fly back and ask him to leave!"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han glanced at her again and emphasized: "And you, you are not allowed in."