"If Yan Zhicheng can lock up An Xuyue, I can lock you up."
Hearing his "unreasonable" words, Song Xiang pursed his lips and turned his face to look out the window.
The car drove all the way out of the Imperial Capital and soon entered the city of Jin.
Jin City connects with Bei Province. To reach the destination, you need to pass through the entire Tianjin City, and the journey is not short.
Halfway through, Song Xiang tried to speak: "Are you tired? Let me drive for a while."
He didn't respond, so he slowed down a little and stopped in the emergency lane.
Song Xiang thought he was about to change and was getting out of the car, but unexpectedly the cars following him also stopped, and Yan Song brought a large bag of water and food.
Only then did she remember that it was dinner time.
"Don't park your car here, it's not appropriate." She warned.
Yan Han ignored her, unpacked the food and put it all on the platform where the front and rear seats met.
"eat."
Song Xiang nodded gloomily, unable to express her feelings. Yesterday, she really felt that the sky was going to fall. Her mother's affairs had occupied all her emotions. Even if it was severe cold, it could only be the beam of light shining into the abyss.
, being out of reach cannot save her.
But he forcefully tore apart the barrier between each other and poured his emotions in, forcing her to separate her mind to think about him. The dying soul finally got a chance to breathe.
My mouth was numb and bitter, and when I bit the bread, it was dry and difficult to swallow.
The next second, the water was opened and placed in front of her.
She glanced forward and could only see a stern, cold and hard profile.
Moving her position, she handed the bread over and said, "Eat."
Yan Han: "I'm not hungry."
Song Xiang took back the bread, carefully tore off a small piece, and awkwardly handed it to his mouth.
Yan Han frowned, originally he wanted to give her a cold look, but when he saw her probing expression in the mirror, he couldn't bear it.
He opened his mouth and bit into the bread.
Song Xiang took back his hand, took a bite himself, tore off another piece and handed it over, repeating the process.
After eating, she lay down behind his seat like a sloth.
Yan Han turned his face sideways and said, "Sit tight."
Song Xiang's reaction was a little slow. After a while, he sat in the back seat again.
Yan Han made sure she fastened her seat belt before driving again.
The scenery outside the window began to change again, and Song Xiang was very quiet.
She didn't dare to think about those things. As long as she opened a small opening, it would cover her like water like a floodgate, and the courage she had finally drawn from Shun Han would be defeated again.
Time passed little by little, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the edge of Tianjin City.
The home Song Xiang mentioned is in the northern province, and because it borders Tianjin City, the conditions are slightly better.
Compared with his previous trip to Yujiacun, Yan Han was obviously more familiar with the journey this time and had arranged everything in advance without any dilemma.
The village director received the notice and thought it was a wealthy person coming to invest, so he cheerfully led his people to greet him at the entrance of the village early.
As soon as the car stopped, it was immediately surrounded.
Song Xiang was sitting in the car and saw several familiar faces. Instead of feeling timid about being close to home, she immediately became vigilant. She knew in her heart that the truth was in everyone's eyes, and all of them could give doubts.
Questioning that she is Xu Shuyan’s daughter.
Because these people had laughed at her for not having a father, maybe her mother had picked him up.
She thought it was a bad word when she was a child, but now that she thinks about it, her scalp is numb.
She remained motionless, and someone tried to open the door for her, but was stopped by the bodyguard.