It was around one o'clock in the morning, because of a crystal hairpin, the two of them were talking through a door.
This kind of behavior is pretentious and childish, but no matter who encounters it, it is impossible to find a smart solution.
Song Xiang sat by the door and took out the hairpin and looked at it carefully.
Such a noble and elegant color, I don’t know what kind of person would be worthy of it.
Yan Han knocked on the door and said, "You are not allowed to sit on the floor."
Song Xiang: "..."
Annoying, he had guessed all this.
"Who's sitting on the floor!"
He stood up angrily, dragged the quilt and sat on the bed.
Outside the door, Yan Han was pacing back and forth with a complex look on his face.
"That hairpin is..."
"Stop talking!" Song Xiang's voice floated out from inside, with a little temper, "I don't want to know anymore."
Obviously I really want to know.
Yan Han was so happy with her that he walked forward and leaned half of his body against the door.
"Really don't want to know?"
Song Xiang huddled under the quilt, thinking to herself, "Bu Xilan knows, who doesn't have a secret yet? I hid the man at home behind your back today."
Dog stuff.
I kicked the quilt twice hard, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
"I don't want to know!"
"Okay, then can you keep the things safe so that they don't get damaged by me?"
Song Xiang wrapped himself into a caterpillar. When he heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to sit up directly, but he couldn't move at all.
"Already broken!"
Two helpless chuckles came from outside the door.
"You run away after sleeping. Can you change this problem in the future?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and didn't know whose fault it was. He had never spent the night with her before, so he said he didn't like women lying next to him.
ill.
"Can't change it!"
Yan Han leaned against the door and clicked his tongue twice, "You've been getting more and more angry recently."
Song Xiang raised his hands and covered his ears, not wanting to listen to him anymore.
outside the door
Yan Han heard that there was no movement inside, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
No response.
He sighed, lowered his voice, and said, "Good night."
Inside the door, Song Xiang did not hear "good night", but heard the footsteps gradually getting away.
She squirmed out of the quilt, shocked that he actually left half of the time.
ah--
Crazy, angry.
He fell down heavily and took out the hairpin in his hand.
No, he won't tell her, she will find it herself.
Much of the night.
The guest room was dark, with only the light of the mobile phone shining on the person's face, which made the thief look gloomy.
Song Xiang changed her mind. She felt that it was unlikely that Yan Han had Bai Yueguang, but this hairpin must be given away, otherwise he would not be willing to tell her.
Maybe, it's just a temporary flutter, just like the male celebrity she likes.
She pulled out all the spokespersons and models who had worked with Yan that year and looked at the photos one by one.
"This is too high. It would be difficult to put on high heels and kiss her harshly."
"This is too short, it shouldn't be right."
"These breasts are a bit small. What Yan Han likes is..."
She lowered her head, glanced at hers, cleared her throat, and rejected this one.
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next door
Yan Han was made sleepless by Song Xiang, but his head hurt a little.
Leaning on the bedside, thinking about how to solve the hairpin problem.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
No serious person would come looking for him in the middle of the night.
Sure enough, when I picked it up and saw it, it was Yu Tianyu.
——Brother Han, are you still sweet with your sister-in-law?
Yan Han: "..."
He pinched his eyebrows, guessing that this kid was up to no good, so he was going to ignore it.