When they returned to the castle, it was almost two o'clock in the morning. An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng were still late in returning, which made Song Xiang worried.
In the middle of the night, I just took a nap and found that the person next to me was missing.
She went out to look for him and heard from the maid that Yan Han had gone to the city wall.
She ran quickly through the corridor and found him in front of the bell tower.
"What's wrong?"
Hugging him from behind, I found that his whole body was cold.
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and pulled the person into his arms, "You don't want to wear clothes when you go out?"
Song Xiang looked up at him, "I'm looking for you urgently."
"You are here, where can I run to?"
Song Xiang pursed her lips and looked at his expression, knowing that he actually cared about An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng's affairs.
If a good childhood is interrupted midway, no one can help but hold grudges.
"It's so late and they haven't come back yet," he said suddenly.
Song Xiang crossed the city wall and took a look into the forest. It was pitch black with no light at all.
No wonder he came here to wait for An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng.
"This can be regarded as their habit." He snorted coldly and said in a mocking tone: "Whenever something happens, they will quarrel and have no scruples. Dad is not like Dad, and Mom is not like Mom."
Song Xiang leaned in his arms and couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him. She could only wrap her arms around his waist and gently rub his back with her palms.
"Let's go back tomorrow." She said suddenly.
Yan Han lowered his head and looked at the face of the person in his arms clearly under the moonlight, "Don't you still want to see the engine manufacturer?"
Song Xiang hesitated, her original plan was to go see him, but in this situation, she didn't want to affect his mood.
"Mr. Song, are you going to stop asking Chao Gang?" He twitched the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to scratch her nose.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and rubbed her face against his chest, "Then are you in a bad mood?"
"If I were so easily influenced by them, I should have died when I was a child..."
Song Xiang raised her hand and covered his mouth, "Don't talk nonsense."
Yan Han smiled softly, kissed the palm of her hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Half of the gloominess of the night dissipated.
He gathered the clothes on her shoulders and led her back.
…
six o'clock in the morning
At dawn, outside the villa where Rong Boye temporarily settled, a black car stopped.
The car door opened and Xiang Shuyi came out.
He walked in quickly and quickly took someone to check Rong Boye.
"Severe blow to the abdomen, and some hemoptysis."
On the hospital bed, Rong Boye's face was pale. Hearing the noise, he reluctantly opened his eyes.
While Xiang Shuyi was checking, he could still joke with him, "Brother, you are getting stronger when you are old, why do you want to imitate young men and fight with others?"
Rong Boye opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice hoarse, "To tell you the truth, I was beaten unilaterally."
Xiang Shuyi smiled and gave him an intravenous drip first, then clicked his tongue twice, "Is it from my future son-in-law?"
Rong Boye snorted, "His father."
"If you keep bothering like this, you will probably have to go accompany Sister Nan." Xiang Shuyi pulled out a chair and sat down beside Rong Boye's bed, "I boast that Haikou can keep you safe for twenty years, only if you don't seek death.
circumstances."
Rong Boye closed his eyes and said, "I won't do this next time."
Xiang Shuyi crossed his arms across his chest and sighed, "It's such a big loss. If the little girl grows up by your side, shouldn't she be betrothed to me?"
Rong Boye closed his eyes and snorted, "Okay, you can call me Uncle Sheng first to listen."
Xiang Shuyi touched his nose and said, "Forget it, it's a pity to lose the seniority I managed to get through."