"I don't think it's advisable to hide in the closet."
The fire was imminent, and the knocking on the door outside became louder and louder, but the man in front of me still insisted on his principle.
Song Xiang had no choice but to beg him to stay in the guest room. She closed the door and took a deep breath to try to calm herself down.
He walked to the door, pretended to be lazy, and opened the door with a swipe.
"Why are you back?!"
Without looking at Yan Han's expression, she rushed towards him with a bear hug, very excited and emotional.
Yan Yanhan staggered back and hugged her with one arm, "Why did it take so long to open the door?"
Song Xiang let go of him and said with a natural expression: "I was in the bathroom just now and didn't hear any sound."
She stood by the door, her mind spinning rapidly.
Judging from Yan Han's expression, she probably hasn't received the "little report" yet, so she definitely doesn't know she is with Rong Boye.
Let's get over it first, and ask Yan Song for help later.
That's right, that's it.
"You're back, let's go back to your place." She blocked the door and didn't make way for Yan Han, planning to change her shoes and leave.
Yan Han stood by the door and scanned the entire living room.
Song Xiang felt that his radar was working, and she recalled the details in her mind. When she entered the door just now, she did not let Rong Boye change his shoes, but wore shoe covers, and all the food was moved to the kitchen. There should be no clues.
"What's the rush? I'll go in and sit down."
Song Xiang: "There's no need to sit down. It's not early. I'll go back to your place to rest first."
Eyes facing each other, silence.
Yan Han lifted Song Xiang away with one hand and went straight in without changing his shoes.
Song Xiang was dumbfounded, wondering where he got the vigilance.
Are beasts so intuitive?
"What are you doing?" She took a step forward.
Yan Han glanced at her sideways, turned to the master bedroom, quickly opened the door, walked around, and even went into the bathroom.
Song Xiang stood at the door, her heart pounding, and she regretted letting Rong Boye enter the guest room.
If he opens the door directly, it will be a quarrel at most. If Yan Han finds out later, something really big will happen, and he can't explain it even with ten mouths.
No, hold on!
Yan Han came out of the bedroom and glanced at her coolly, "What time did you get back?"
"It's about nine o'clock..."
"Then why don't you take a shower?"
Song Xiang blurted out without even thinking, "I miss you so much."
Yan Han: "..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Xiang intently.
After a moment of silence, he turned around and walked to the guest room.
Song Xiang was shocked and watched him approach step by step.
It's over.
There was a big storm in my mind, and I took a deep breath.
"Severe cold!"
The man stopped for a moment.
Song Xiang, wearing slippers, strode closer and kicked the man in the crook of his leg.
"What do you mean?!"
Yan Han's legs softened and he quickly stabilized his body.
Turning around, before he could speak, Song Xiang started bombing.
"As soon as I entered the door, I checked this and that. Do you really think I'm hiding someone?!"
Yan Yan choked with words, "I..."
"Anything you say you miss me is all lies!"
"I hugged you at the door, but you didn't even give me a smile!"
"You still want to check the guest room, right? Go in and try!"
Song Xiang was furious, with his hands on his hips and scolding him fiercely. On the outside, he had an aura like a bear, but on the inside he had shrunk into a cat.
Yan Han was a little confused when she yelled at him.
Song Xiang calmed down his momentum, pursed his lips and sniffed.