"Why are you dragging me along when you have nothing to do?"
"Then I want to sit with you and my daughter-in-law. Let's sit together as a family."
In the warehouse, Yan Han closed his eyes, and his face turned red again with anger.
An Xuyue sat opposite him, holding his hand with both hands, "Er, mom and dad are riding the Ferris wheel with you, are you happy?"
Yan Han: "..."
He opened his eyes and met the innocent smiling face of the woman opposite him.
Only at this time did he really admire his biological father, who had strong genes, but if he inherited it as far as An Xuyue, the Yan family would have no heirs.
"Don't worry, my daughter-in-law is right behind and she will see her in a few minutes." An Xuyue comforted him.
He snorted and looked at Yan Zhicheng, "After all these years, haven't you thought of solving her IQ problem first?"
Yan Zhicheng: "Song Xiang is smart. It took you five years to become his boyfriend."
Yan Han: "..."
Indeed, sometimes it is not a bad thing for women to be stupid, at least they are easier to deceive.
My chest felt like it was about to explode. I lowered my head to take a look at Song Xiang, but found that the one at the back was empty. Song Xiang seemed to be in the next warehouse.
It was only a few minutes, but he felt like he was being burned on fire every second.
The person that I couldn't deal with actually acted like a monster in front of him.
When I think about it like this, I don’t feel good towards my parents at all.
An Xuyue wanted to communicate with her mother and son at first, but later found that her son was too cold, so she changed her direction and took Yan Zhicheng to take photos together.
"Yan Zhicheng, please bring your head closer."
"Kiss me!"
"I'll edit the picture for you~"
Yan Han: "..."
He closed his eyes completely. If the Ferris wheel hadn't been too tight, he could have jumped off right now!
…
When Rong Boye heard Song Xiang asked whether he should stop, he covered his chest and laughed.
"Are we going to make the Ferris wheel turn in reverse?"
Song Xiang thought for a moment and didn't hear this operation.
She laughed dryly twice and leaned over to help him calm down.
"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry. If Yan Han hadn't made you drink, you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable."
Rong Boye breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "Little devil, I don't care about him."
Song Xiang wanted to laugh when he heard this. It was the first time he heard someone call Yan Han "little ghost head". That guy has long been at the level of a big devil in the imperial capital.
She sat down again, glanced out the window, and found that the height was getting higher and higher, so she quickly looked away.
"Are you afraid of heights?" Rong Boye asked her.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, her feet were already a little weak, "A little bit."
I usually don't feel it when I'm in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a building, but now I'm sitting on the Ferris wheel, and my brain is instantly stimulated.
She finished scanning and found that Rong Boye's fingertips also trembled.
"Mr. Rong, are you also afraid of heights?"
Rong Boye bent over and said without looking outside, "A little bit."
Song Xiang laughed out loud, imitating his posture and bending down, "Actually, my feet are numb."
Rong Boye chuckled.
The height was about to reach the top and the warehouse was very quiet. Song Xiang felt nervous and wanted to find something to say.
"Mr. Rong, can I ask you a question?"
Rong Boye looked up at her, "You want to ask me about my relationship with An Xuyue, right?"
Song Xiang was dumbfounded. In fact, what she wanted to ask was more straightforward. She wanted to ask him whether he had ever interfered in other people's families.
From the first time they met, she felt that Rong Boye was a likeable senior. She always felt that he would not do such things as a third party.