Song Xiang took the wine in one step before Yan Han, raised his head, and finished the drink in one go.
Snapped!
He placed the empty wine glass on the table and met Song Xiang's surprised look.
"After three cups, you can get out."
Song Xiang was almost in tears waiting for the word "Go". When he heard it suddenly, he felt so grateful to God.
She clutched her stomach, struggled to leave the high chair, and glanced at Yan Han.
"Mr. Yan must keep his word."
Yan Han lowered his head to mix the drink and ignored her. He mixed a few things into a cup and put it to his lips.
Song Xiang reminded, "If your fever hasn't gone away, it's best not to drink."
If something happens to you after drinking again, I will have to bury you with you.
Yan Han raised his head impatiently, "Don't you want to leave?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and quickly turned around and walked out the door.
Behind her, Lu Zechen clicked his tongue repeatedly.
"So heartless~"
Song Xiang ignored it, gently closed the door of the box, turned around and leaned weakly against the door.
Separated by a door, her embarrassment was finally not allowed to be seen by Yan Han.
It was almost early in the morning, so she hunched over to calm down her drunkenness and walked downstairs step by step.
At this time, it was not easy to get a car. Song Xiang stood on the side of the road and waited for a long time before she got a car and got in. The temperature difference made her shiver.
She still went back to Gu Lian's residence to avoid meeting the group of people around Lewis.
When we arrived at the villa area, the driver stopped the car.
Song Xiang was a little confused and relied on instinct to open the door.
"Miss, don't get out of the car yet, there seems to be some gangsters in front of you," the driver warned.
The string in Song Xiang's mind twitched, and her thoughts became clearer. She followed the driver's line of sight and looked over.
As expected, there were several men standing near Gu Lian's house, all of them with unfamiliar faces.
She wasn't sure it was Lewis's person, but she didn't dare to risk her own safety.
"Master, could you please go back the way you came?"
The driver didn't ask any questions and turned around, talking about safety issues all the way.
There was a tension in Song Xiang's mind, forcing all the drunkenness she had just had into a corner.
When the car returned to the gate of Jindi, she stumbled out of the car, and her ankle began to hurt again.
Gu Lian wasn't here, and the person at the front desk knew Song Xiang, so it wouldn't be a problem for her to get a key card.
She limped to the door and bumped into someone. She narrowed her eyes and confirmed that it was Zhao Zhe.
Zhao Zhe was stunned for a moment and almost didn't recognize Song Xiang.
"Sister Xiang, why are you here?"
Song Xiang put on an ugly smile and said, "Something happened."
Zhao Zhe noticed her standing posture and his eyes fell on her ankles, "Your feet are not healed yet?"
Song Xiang just wanted to sit down quickly, "I accidentally got sprained again."
"Then you go and sit in the car first." Zhao Zhe shook the key in his hand and showed a hearty smile, "I just came to pick up Mr. Yan."
Never!
Song Xiang refused instinctively and even took a step back, "No, I'll go in and find a friend. I don't need to trouble you and Mr. Yan."
"It doesn't matter." Zhao Zhe insisted and came up to help Song Xiang, "I'll help you get into the car and sit down first."
Song Xiang had a headache. Her stomach and brain were working together with her ankles. There was no part of her body that was not uncomfortable. She really didn't have the energy to talk nonsense with Zhao Zhe at the door.
There was nothing she could do. She didn't even have a chance to speak. Zhao Zhe had already half-supported and half-pushed her into the car.
The black Bentley was one of Yan Han's favorite cars. When Song Xiang sat in it, she was completely surrounded by the scent of a doggy man, which made her head feel even more uncomfortable.
The drunkenness that had just been forced into a corner by panic and fear slowed down and reappeared cunningly, quickly taking over the main control of the brain.
Song Xiang bent over, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head, his thoughts gradually drifting away.
She didn't want to move, she just felt like her heart was clogged and she wanted to curse.
I raised my head and found that there was no one around, so I got out of my little impulse.
She opened her mouth...
Outside the car, Zhao Zhe led Yanhan the way, talking as he walked.
"I just met Sister Xiang. She was very uncomfortable, so I took it upon myself to help her rest in the car?"
Yan Han walked to the back seat and paused slightly, "Very uncomfortable?"
Zhao Zhe nodded and helped Yan Han open the car door.
The car door opens.
A female voice came out with a very angry tone: "Stern Han, you bastard! I'll deal with you sooner or later!"
Zhao Zhe: "...?!"
Yan Han narrowed his pupils, his tall body blocked the dim light, and his dark eyes penetrated in to lock onto the woman seeking death inside.
"I borrowed such a large amount of money from you, am I a bastard?"
Song Xiang felt so good after yelling, but an extraterrestrial voice came into her mind, and she turned her head in confusion.