Song Xiang treated the injuries on Yan Han's face and basically arrived at the entrance of the villa.
After getting out of the car and going upstairs, she wanted to see the injuries on Yan Han's body.
"When I take off your clothes, you always squirm. Why are you taking off my clothes so skillfully?"
Yan Han stood and watched Song Xiang unbutton his shirt, then raised his hand to pick her chin.
Song Xiang: "Be calm and let me take a look at the injury."
She had a serious look on her face, and Yan Han shut her mouth obediently, sitting on the edge of the bed for her to check.
As soon as he took off his shirt and forgot about the abdominal injury, Song Xiang saw the bruises on his arms at first glance.
That was the place where Yan Han had suffered a gunshot wound before. The terrible wound was still there, but suddenly there was a blue-black bruise, which made her tremble with fear just looking at it.
"You...why don't you protect your arms!"
Yan Han glanced at his arm and didn't expect it to be so serious.
"That lunatic is beating me desperately, how can I care?"
Song Xiang felt so distressed that his chest felt tight, so he took a towel, sprinkled some medicine on him, and gave him gentle pressure.
"Be patient..."
Yan Han wanted to pretend to be in pain just now on stage to make her feel distressed, but now that she was really distressed, he couldn't bear to let her go.
"It doesn't hurt very much, I lied to you."
Song Xiang didn't raise her hand and pressed it on him silently.
Yan Han wanted to divert her attention and asked casually: "You haven't told me yet, why are you with Xiao Sheng?"
Song Xiang estimated that even if she didn't say anything, the people following her would immediately report it. Although those people didn't know how the tire had problems, they definitely knew that something had happened to her on the test track.
"You go in and take a shower first, and I'll tell you when you get out."
With that said, he loosened the towel that was pressing on the wound.
Yan Han was suspicious, so he quickly went in and took a shower, without even drying his hair, and just waited for her to say something.
Song Xiang made some preparations and used a hair dryer to dry his hair, trying to speak as calmly as possible.
"I went to test the car today and had an accident. The tire was broken..."
As soon as she was halfway through speaking, Yan Han suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist. He had no choice but to stop the hair dryer first.
"Car accident?"
He looked serious and quickly stood up from the stool, frowning and looking at her.
Song Xiang wanted to speak more slowly, but it was only a little late as Yan Han wanted to go out.
"what you do?"
"The people who follow you are trash, and you let something like this happen under their noses!"
Song Xiang grabbed his arm, shook his head and explained, "No, the people you sent are already very capable."
"No." Yan Han turned sideways and grabbed Song Xiang's arm with his backhand, his eyes sharp, "It was just a car accident, what are you doing with Xiao Sheng?"
Song Xiang bit her lip, "It was a tire that was punctured."
Yan Han's jaw tightened, a dark storm flashed in his pupils, and he stared at the person in front of him, with barbs all over his body standing up.
Song Xiang said it easily, but he still had a definition immediately.
"Dark, kill!"
Just a few hours ago, on his way to find Lu Zechen, Song Xiang was experiencing life and death.
"I'm fine. Those people are not that courageous. They just wanted to cause an accident." Song Xiang raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's really fine. I stopped the car at that time."
"Look." She turned around in a circle, trying to make him relax, "Nothing happened at all."
Shun Han's eyes focused on the person in front of him, and he clenched his back molars, but he could still feel countless chills piercing out from the gaps between his bones and teeth.
He raised his hand, pulled the person into his arms, and held him tightly.