Song Xiang felt that Xiang Shuyi might not be interested in her, but Yan Han.
Yan Han leaned back, and he sat forward and talked to her.
Yan Han sat forward, and he leaned back, still talking to her.
After several repetitions, it became clear that Yan Han was on the verge of breaking out. Song Xiang's head was so big that before he was about to lose his temper, she leaned over and kissed him.
Xiang Shuyi: "Oh——"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang did what he did out of desperation. Yan Han was stunned. She quickly stepped away and whispered against the corner of his mouth: "I didn't get much sleep last night, so don't bother me."
As she spoke, she took off her hat and covered Yan Han's face.
Yan Han clicked his tongue, turned his face, clamped the sliding beret between his two fingers, and naturally covered the place where he and Song Xiang were close, and leaned forward to kiss her.
The space was so quiet that every movement was very clear, and the sound of water between lips and tongues was no exception.
Yan Han did it on purpose, and the kiss was inseparable.
Next to me, Xiang Shuyi was still able to watch the show at first, but he felt a bit desolate as he watched it.
Turn your face away and be silent.
…
When we landed in Qincheng, it happened to be afternoon, the wind was sunny and the weather was not hot.
When she met Xiang Shuyi when she got off the plane, Song Xiang felt embarrassed and didn't even look at him the whole time.
It wasn't until they got into the car that she breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Han sat next to her, consciously winning the game, and feeling very happy.
Song Xiang pinched his ears and said, "You are so childish."
Yan Han hugged her and spoke with his eyes closed: "The territory belongs to me, and I won't give in an inch."
Song Xiang: "..."
The car drove all the way to the suburbs and finally stopped outside the castle.
The door could not be opened, so Yan Song went down to report it and got a word.
"Master, sir, we don't accept outsiders."
Severe cold and black face.
Song Xiang's forehead was sweating, "Can't you call Aunt An?"
Yan Han: "Do you think it's possible to get through?"
Song Xiang was speechless, thinking about it, Yan Zhicheng had An Xuyue tightly controlled and didn't even give her a mobile phone.
She thought for a moment and got out of the car.
As she trotted to the gate of the castle, the bodyguard made way for her.
She walked to the electronic lock and pressed the knock button.
After waiting for a long time, someone came to get through.
"Hello, can Mr. Yan please answer the call?"
The other person recognized who she was and didn't dare to neglect him, so he asked her to wait.
After a long time, the video switched and a person appeared in the camera, it was Yan Zhicheng.
Song Xiang held the bag in both hands and said hello obediently, "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan and I are here to celebrate Miss An's birthday. Can we come in?"
in camera
When Yan Zhicheng saw the person opposite, a hint of surprise immediately appeared on his originally impatient face.
In the picture, the girl is youthful and has a gentle smile.
The memory of the moment flashed by, and he almost thought he was dreaming.
It was also the same scene. The girl stood outside the villa, knocked the doorbell continuously, and then talked to him in front of the door.
——Master Yan, I am here to give you clothes. If you are not here, I will put them in the box outside the door.
So similar.
"Why are you nagging him so much?" An unruly voice suddenly broke in, and Yan Zhencheng's thoughts were forcibly interrupted. Looking at the video again, the girl had been pulled away, and an impatient young face came in.
.
"Old guy, open the door!"
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and quickly pulled Yan Han away, "Don't talk like that."
With that said, he squeezed into the camera again, trying to smooth things over, "Mr. Yan, don't mind, he didn't mean to offend you."