Yan Han desperately swallowed a whole piece of bean cake, and the next second he was choked in his throat and coughed non-stop.
Xiang Shuyi: "Yo!"
Song Xiang saw Yan Han's expression change and was so frightened that he quickly grabbed a glass of champagne nearby and said, "Drink some quickly."
Yan Han took it, raised his head and downed a whole glass, finally regaining his breath.
Song Xiang breathed heavily in fright. Seeing his expression improve, she stretched out her hand to help him move his chest.
"How's it going? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
She took out a tissue and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth.
Yan Han frowned and shook his head, "It's okay."
Song Xiang pursed his lips and glanced down at the cake, "I knew I wouldn't let you eat it. The cake is already choking."
She should have left the fried ones for him. She was afraid that he wouldn't eat greasy food, so she left two light pastries for him. She didn't expect that it would be self-defeating.
"It has nothing to do with you, the pastries are also very good." Seeing her blaming herself, Yan Han comforted her and glanced at Xiang Shuyi coldly, "There is something wrong with the person who delivered the pastries."
Xiang Shuyi: "..."
"Mr. Yan, why are you so hostile to me? Your girlfriend is very lovable, but there is no need to hide her."
Xiang Shuyi approached and said leisurely: "You know, women can't hide."
Yan Yanhan lowered his lips, pulled Song Xiang into his arms with one hand, and looked at Xiang Shuyi carefully.
This tone seemed a bit familiar to him. It was said by another annoying person.
Sure enough, people who covet other people's things have the same brain circuits.
He coldly withdrew his gaze and turned around with Song Xiang in his arms.
Song Xiang noticed his emotions, followed him upstairs, and whispered: "I don't have to hide it."
Yan Han looked down at her and pressed his finger on her waist, "Don't hide it? I can't even hide it anymore."
Song Xiang smiled and rubbed his forehead with his chin, "I am yours, no matter who comes, it won't matter."
The coldness in Yan Han's eyes dissipated and he snorted with satisfaction.
When I walked to the third floor, I heard a voice coming from inside.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and soon someone opened the door.
The door opened and it was Lin Yihuan.
Song Xiang was surprised, and Lin Yihuan was also surprised.
"Come in quickly."
When the woman from the Luo family came up to greet her, Yan Han let go of his hand and pulled Song Xiang into the room.
The room was full of strangers, Song Xiang said hello politely, turned around, and the door was closed, but Yan Han did not come in.
Mrs. Luo kept holding her hand and led her inside. Guojuan was lying on the couch.
"Old man." Song Xiang nodded politely.
"Come, let me see."
Just walking downstairs, Song Xiang felt that Guojuan was not an old man to be close to. Unexpectedly, as soon as Mrs. Luo pushed her over, the other party pulled her wrist with considerable force.
"Grandma, you are partial. Just now you said you were tired and wanted me to go down and play."
Lin Yihuan walked in, lightly stamped his feet, and said something coquettishly.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and wanted to get up, but she didn't expect Guojuan to hold on to her wrist tightly.
"You come here often, but I haven't given you any good things at home, and you are still so stingy."
Mrs. Luo joked a little, stretched out her hand and tapped Lin Yihuan's forehead.
Lin Yihuan pouted and wanted to say a few more words, but Mrs. Luo had already taken her away.
Only Song Xiang and Guojuan were left in the cubicle. Song Xiang had never been with such an elderly person before, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
"Are you not feeling well lately?" Guojuan suddenly asked.
Song Xiang lowered his head and saw that the other party's hand was on his pulse point.