The housekeeper was really lax, and after a while, the doctor's words spread throughout the house.
The maid who came in to deliver medicine looked at Song Xiang strangely, and when she saw the small but conspicuous wound on Yan Han's lip, her eyes were filled with the light of gossip, so she closed the door and went out to promote it non-stop.
Song Xiang felt that she was too embarrassed to see anyone, and she didn't give Yan Han a good look all night.
Yan Han still behaved in front of her, taking care of her every step of the way. When he walked out the door, he put on a poker face, scaring everyone so that no one dared to look at him.
In the morning, Song Xiang's body temperature dropped and she felt a little better.
The doctor advised me to rest in bed and avoid fatigue.
I have no choice but to take a vacation.
Yan Zhenting didn't say anything last night and just let Yan Han go. His attitude was very unclear.
In the afternoon, someone from the old house suddenly came over and delivered a house full of things. The entire team of lawyers came in and said that the old man had arrangements.
Song Xiang sat in the room, feeling uneasy and unsure of what Yan Zhenting meant.
She cheated Yan Zhenzhen too hard this time, and the old man might really get angry at Yan Han, and it would be bad if he attacks Yan Han again.
After about two or three hours, it became a little quiet outside, and Yan Han opened the door and came in.
"How is it?" Song Xiang asked.
Yan Han leaned against the door frame, "Counting money, are you interested?"
Song Xiang: "Ah?"
Yan Han walked over, picked her up with the quilt, and walked straight to the study.
There are several large boxes in the study room, which are full of various documents, divided into categories, and very neat.
Yan Han placed Song Xiang on the sofa and dragged a box to her side.
"Count it."
Song Xiang was still confused, so he leaned over and supported the edge of the box, and fished out two documents from inside.
I scanned it hastily, and then I figured it out.
It was the property in Yan Zhenting's name that was transferred to Yan Han.
Song Xiang felt weak at first, but after reading only one copy, he immediately became energetic, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and scanned several boxes.
"Your grandpa...is he so rich?"
Not to mention anything else, the box in front of her contained all the property deeds of European manors and wineries. There were also several old castles. You could find them by turning on your phone and searching for them.
In addition to other stocks, funds, and real estate, Yan Han's study was really filled to the brim.
"What does this mean?"
Yan Han sat on the sofa chair with his hands crossed, "It means that he gave all his property to me, and naturally the trouble of Yan Zhenzhen was also handed over to me."
No matter what in the future, he will have to take care of Yan Zhenzhen's life and death.
Song Xiang clicked his tongue and knelt on the carpet. He was so tired that he crawled to the edge of the sofa to lean on it.
After scanning around, she felt that she still knew too little about rich people. She didn't expect Yan Zhenting to be so rich.
The so-called wealth that rivals the country turns out to be true.
If so many things were in Yan Zhenzhen's hands, what would happen to her?
"Your grandpa is so strange. The property alone left to Yan Zhenzhen is enough for her to squander for a lifetime."
Tossing it around in a circle makes everyone flip over.
Yan Han twitched his lips and wrapped Song Xiang in his arms, "I'm old and insecure. There's nothing else to do except mess around and test things out."
As he said that, he leaned over and wanted to kiss Song Xiang.
Song Xiang had quick eyes and hands and covered his mouth, "What are you doing?"
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "Can't I just give you a kiss?"