In the large and luxurious box, Lu Zechen and Gong Shiheng were playing a game of table tennis. The two of them glanced towards the sofa from time to time and couldn't help but want to laugh.
"If you want to sleep with her, why not be direct? It's not worth it to catch a cold and have a fever after all this." Lu Zechen said sarcastically.
Gong Shiheng smiled and said, "Our Young Master Yan is an interesting person. Don't always talk about whether you sleep or not."
"I'm superficial." Lu Zechen shook his head, straightened up and lit a cigarette for himself, "I can't bear to wrong myself, and I will show no mercy when it's time to strike."
"Everyone is a beast like you?" Gong Shiheng smiled.
The two of them sang together, and Yan Han, who was sitting behind the sofa, didn't even say a word, and had been sitting like a statue since about six o'clock.
"A sneeze!"
Of course, there is an occasional sneeze.
Lu Zechen couldn't help but joke, "Go to the hospital, don't let it be an infectious disease."
Yan Han took a breath and smashed a cup in his hand.
"The cup is also my property, I have to compensate." Lu Zechen said unforgivingly.
Yan Han: "..."
The atmosphere in the box was very strange. Lu Zechen and Gong Shiheng were watching the fun. No matter how stern and cold-faced they were, they could still joke without restraint.
Someone knocked on the door outside.
Lu Zechen said casually: "Come in."
A bartender came in and whispered: "There is Miss Song outside, saying she wants to see Mr. Yan."
Oops!
Lu Zechen and Gong Shiheng looked at each other, their eyes shining brightly, and their desire for gossip instantly exploded.
Yan Han was sitting on the sofa with his back to the door. When he heard the word "Song", he instinctively frowned. He paused for a moment and said without hesitation, "Let her go!"
The bartender was startled and nodded quickly.
"Wait a minute." Lu Zechen stopped the person, threw away the club and walked down. He smiled and said to Yan Han, "No, they may have mustered up the courage to come see you. It hurts people's hearts to be so heartless."
Yan Yanhan glanced at him, "None of your business?"
"Then I don't care." Lu Zechen spread his hands and continued to fight, "This is my territory, and I want Song Xiang to come in."
After saying that, he ignored Yan Han's look and ordered the bartender, "Let someone come in and bring a few bottles of good wine over."
The bartender didn't dare to look at Yan Han's face, so he walked out the door timidly and quickly fled the scene.
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Song Xiang plucked up the courage to look for Yan Han, and waited downstairs for no response. Someone happened to strike up a conversation with her, and the bartender who had just gone up to deliver the message came running over.
"Miss Song, Mr. Yan and the others are waiting for you upstairs."
Song Xiang was a little surprised, "Mr. Yan, are you willing to see me?"
The bartender evaded his eyes and laughed dryly, "Of course, you go up quickly."
When Song Xiang heard this, she became even more nervous. If something went wrong, there must be a monster, and Yan Yanhan might want to kill her.
With countless small thoughts in her mind, she carefully walked upstairs. The quieter the road became, the more uncertain she became.
After knocking on the door deeply, the door opened immediately.
Lu Zechen came out with a smile on his face and pulled her into the box.
"Mr. Yan is waiting for you, go quickly."
Song Xiang's teasing tone made her whole body tremble, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.
Her eyes swept around the room, and finally landed on the indifferent figure on the sofa.
Yan Han's back was turned to him, with no intention of turning around.
"Mr. Yan?" Song Xiang called.
No response.
"He took a cold shower last night and had a fever. He probably doesn't have a good brain now." Lu Zechen stretched out his hand and made gestures at his temples, looking at Song Xiang playfully.
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat, she swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and quickly put a smile on her face.
"Cool water?" Her tone was exaggerated and flattering, "Why does Mr. Yan not cherish himself so much?"
puff.
Gong Shiheng on the side couldn't help laughing, and raised his eyebrows at Song Xiang, "Someone tricked him."
Song Xiang controlled the twitching on her face and looked in the direction of Yan Han. The dog-like man had been silent since she entered the door, completely ignoring her.
She shamelessly walked over and stood just beside the sofa. She lowered her head suddenly and put her face in front of Yan Han, "Mr. Yan?"
Yan Han had originally made up his mind to embarrass her and didn't want to say a word to her, but she suddenly stood in front of him and he couldn't help but glance at her.
The black waist-length skirt showed off her exquisite figure. The areas where flesh should be fleshy were not ambiguous at all, and her bulge and back were very standard.
His throat felt a little dry, and he immediately thought of the kiss last night, and then he thought of the cold water pouring down from the top of his head, and all his charming thoughts disappeared in an instant.
"Stay away from me and stop showing off in front of me with that grimace of yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xiang suddenly reached out and touched his forehead.
She touched his forehead, then tested the temperature of her own forehead, and said matter-of-factly: "Oh my god, the temperature hasn't gone down yet."