Song Xiang's vision went dark and he fell asleep. He didn't know how long it took before he woke up in a daze. His eyes were so dry that he couldn't open them. His throat was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound.
She moved her arms and found that there was severe pain everywhere on her body, as if she had been beaten.
last night……
She pressed her temples and looked around her surroundings while thinking about it. The black and white tones were cold and arrogant, which suited Yan Han's taste very well.
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
"Be good, and I will grant you one more request."
"Even if I want to sell it, I'll find a fresh one..."
…
The words she had said last night came out one after another. Song Xiang was so frightened that she quickly sat up from the bed and accidentally touched the bruises on her body, which made her grimace in pain.
There was a mirror on the table opposite. She sat up and could just see it. Only then did she realize that she also had a bruise on her forehead, which looked quite scary.
Could it be that he and Yan Han did not reach an agreement last night and took action?
When she thought about this possibility, a chill ran down her spine. She quickly got out of bed and held on to the chair to steady herself.
Her throat was so uncomfortable that she went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and clean herself a little before going out.
As soon as the door opened, he met the eyes of the little maid.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Sorry, please ask..."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" the maid rushed to ask.
Song Xiang was a little confused, "No, thank you."
She wanted to go out, but the maid stood at the door blocking the way.
"Mr. Yan has gone to the company, right? I've been disturbing you all night, so I have to... leave first."
The maid smiled and bowed, "What would you like to eat?"
Song Xiang felt that the maid was confused, and it was difficult to ask directly: "Thank you, no need."
After saying that, she tried to get out through the gap.
The maid made no secret of it and directly stretched out her foot to block Song Xiang's whereabouts.
Song Xiang: "..."
She breathed slowly and looked at the maid, "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Yan said that if you are okay, there is something you need to see."
After speaking, the maid took out a printed list from her pocket.
Song Xiang felt uneasy, took the list, and looked down from top to bottom.
Bone china cups, crystal lamps, aquamarine stools...
"What is this?" Song Xiang asked a little cautiously.
The maid stretched out her hand to her and motioned for her to go inside.
Song Xiang could only walk back to the room with the maid, and then entered the built-in bathroom.
As soon as he entered the door, Song Xiang was immediately stunned.
The entire bathroom was in a mess, the water hadn't dried yet, and things were scattered all over the floor. It was hard to tell what they were.
"Yesterday you drank too much and vomited in the process. The young master carried you in to clean you. You hit people again and broke a lot of things."
Song Xiang thought of the injuries on her body and didn't believe it, "I hit him?"
"Those injuries on your body were all caused by yourself." The maid suppressed a smile in her eyes and pointed to her forehead. "This injury was caused by you knocking on the marble table. The young master called a doctor to come to your home overnight to look at you.
pass."
Song Xiang was about to cry but couldn't find tears. She clutched the list in her hand and was speechless.
"The young master said that I won't ask you for medical expenses. You have to pay for the things in the bathroom." The maid spread her hands.
Song Xiang glanced at the list and closed her eyes in anger.
More than 700,000...
"Do you want to transfer money or cash?" the maid pressed her step by step.
Song Xiang twitched his lips, "Sorry, I don't have that much right now..."
"That's just right, you can go to the group to deliver lunch to the young master by yourself!" The maid clapped her hands with excitement on her face, "Uncle Yan has ordered that if you don't have the money to pay back, you can run errands for him. One hundred thousand for a trip."
Uncle Yan, Song Xiang has some impression, he is the person sent by Mr. Yan to Yan Han.
She pinched her brows, knowing that one hundred thousand trips would have to deliver a week's worth of meals to Yan Han.
"Can I ask, why doesn't Butler Yan send someone else?"
Maid: "No one else would dare. The young master must be very angry now because you didn't sleep well all night and went to the company for a meeting so early in the morning."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yes, you are using me to block the gunfire.
"It's getting late. Please change your clothes quickly and follow me downstairs to get your things." the maid urged.
Song Xiang was speechless. He felt wrong and could only follow downstairs.
"I have prepared two portions. Ms. Song can eat some with her husband."
The aunt who prepared the meal was very gentle and gave Song Xiang two thermos buckets.
Song Xiang was flattered and hurriedly accepted it, feeling helpless. How could she dare to eat with Yan Han? She might be ridiculed later.
She took a deep breath and looked at her phone. There was no call from the company, and she felt uneasy.