Song Xiang stayed at the company until seven o'clock. Yan Han said that she would work overtime, so it would be pointless for her to go back early.
When the time came, I took my clothes and went downstairs. As soon as I got in the car, I found that Yan Han came to pick me up in person.
"Didn't you say you have a lot of things to deal with, why did you come to pick me up?"
Yan Han crossed his arms across his chest and said, "The strict family rules are that your girlfriend is the most important thing."
Song Xiang burst out laughing, "Who decided?"
"I decided." Yan Han looked at her and said, "From now on, my son and grandson must follow suit."
When Song Xiang heard him talk about children, she couldn't help biting her lip when she thought of Xiang Shuyi's happy pulse today.
"What are you doing? I just mentioned my son, are you embarrassed?" Yan Han took her into his arms and sprinkled his warm breath on her ears.
Song Xiang struggled out and said, "Stay away from me."
Yan Han: "Did my breath affect you too?"
Song Xiang: "Reduce contact and reduce risks."
Yan Han: "..."
He snorted, leaned back on the chair, and said seriously: "If you reduce your contact with me, then shouldn't you just have no contact with others?"
When Song Xiang heard what he said, he immediately figured something was wrong and turned his face to look at him.
"What? Your bodyguard snitched again?"
Why do those big mouths say everything?
Yan Han didn't look at her, took out his cell phone and threw it into her lap.
"See for yourself."
Song Xiang snorted and took his fingers to unlock it.
The screen is full of text.
She zoomed in and took a breath.
From top to bottom, her day's itinerary is densely written, with all the details included.
"You...watch it every day?"
Yan Han hummed softly, raising his chin high.
Song Xiang looked at Xin Nuan and leaned against him.
"What are you doing, why are you touching me again?"
Song Xiang suppressed her laughter and coaxed him: "Oh, don't hold grudges."
She leaned on his shoulder and looked at the detailed itinerary, including everything from the photoshoot to meeting guests in her reception room.
Except for the reception room which is not detailed, everything else is very detailed.
Yan Han lowered his gaze and clasped her wrist, "Don't you hold grudge? If I did, I would chop off the finger that touched you."
Song Xiang: "..."
"They were checking my pulse."
"I can't afford a doctor?"
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue, remembering what happened today, and wanted to share it with him, "Don't always be upset with me. Today, Xiang Shuyi took my pulse and said that I was born with poor health due to insufficient pregnancy. Then an aunt came along.
, and also said that I had cerebellar paralysis when I was a child, and I almost died. These are serious illnesses, and maybe the root cause of the disease is still there. When the time comes, you will be responsible for the qi disease."
After she finished speaking, she looked up at Yan Han and said, "Do you know?"
Yan Han's voice stopped suddenly, his face stiffened slightly, and he looked down at her, "The person you met in the lounge is your aunt?"
Song Xiang nodded, "Yes."
Yan Han's hand on his side suddenly clenched, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Song sitting in front of him.
Yan Song received the gaze and quickly lowered his head, feeling that he had made a mistake.
Long before Song Xiang's life experience was found out, Yan Han had mentioned not to let anyone who might cause trouble get close to Song Xiang.
Unexpectedly, when the bodyguards changed shifts, there would be a loophole.
"What's wrong?" Song Xiang noticed something was wrong and raised her hand to touch Yan Han's face, "Are you scared of me? I'm kidding you, I'm in good health and I don't have cerebellar paralysis. I'm so smart, how can I be like this?
Have you ever had cerebellar palsy?”
Yan Han withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and held her hand, and followed her words and said: "Smart? He is a fool, and his cerebellum is probably not well developed."