Chapter 887 A real man is a man who can catch dolls
After hearing the answer, Song Xiang breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "You are not like that, and I think you love your wife very much and would not cheat..."
Rong Boye's chest felt tight and he felt something strange in his eyes. He quickly lowered his head and frowned to process his emotions.
"You are a...good boy."
He said something dumbly, lowered his head, raised his hand, and patted Song Xiang on the head.
"I really wish you were my daughter."
Song Xiang also lowered his head, put his hands on his side, laughed twice, but the tip of his nose was sore.
Before, she thought she was better than Rong Boye, but now, even her mother is a fake. Like Rong Boye, she has no blood relatives in the world.
"If you were my father, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams."
Rong Boye crossed his hands, tightened them hard, pressed his fingertips on the back of his hands, and pressed deep marks.
If there is a momentary impulse, no matter what the threat or acceptance issues are, let’s make it clear today.
Click.
The warehouse shook, and it was almost to the bottom.
Emotions came to an abrupt end.
Song Xiang sniffed, straightened up, and prepared to help Rong Boye out.
The hatch opened, and Yan Han was already standing outside. Before she could help Rong Boye, he had already pulled her down.
"Why are your eyes red?" As soon as he landed, Yan Han noticed something was wrong with her and subconsciously looked at Rong Boye behind him.
Song Xiang shook his head, "It's okay, I'm just a little afraid of heights. I'm scared."
Yan Han took her bag and led her down, "I never heard that you were afraid of heights."
In the office, he often saw her standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and whispered in his ear: "Don't you think it's very domineering to stand in front of the French window with one hand in your pocket?"
Yan Han: "..."
I remembered that the woman next to me had coveted his position before.
"Why didn't I know you were so rich inside?"
Song Xiang smiled and followed him downstairs. She turned around and saw that Rong Boye was still behind him. Although there were Xiang Shuyi and a bunch of bodyguards around him, she felt that he was a bit pitiful because he didn't even have anyone to talk to.
"Would you like to catch the baby?" An Xuyue came up and hugged her.
Song Xiang had never played with these little girl's things and wanted to ask Yan Han, but An Xuyue whispered in her ear: "Who can I call? He is very good at catching dolls. Yan Zhicheng and Xiao Yan can't."
"ah?"
An Xuyue clicked her tongue and said in a weak voice: "Rong, Bo, Ye~"
Song Xiang twitched the corner of her mouth, looked at Yan Han, and then looked in the direction of Rong Boye. She felt that this was like dancing ballet in a thunder field, trying to die.
"Aren't you going to catch the doll? What are you doing instead?"
Yan Han didn't expect An Xuyue's thoughts, so he took her off Song Xiang's body, held Song Xiang's hand and walked away, wanting to stay away from Rong Boye.
An Xuyue was still winking wildly, Song Xiang didn't dare to respond, and followed Yan Han like a little daughter-in-law.
The dollhouse in the amusement park is not very popular. There are only a few young couples inside.
Although Yan Yanhan and Yan Zhicheng are father and son, they are still unhappy with each other.
With the presence of a woman, the little rivalry came to the fore.
Even though I have never played before, I still have to pretend to be an experienced player.
An Xuyue leaned against Song Xiang, not expecting anything at all, "I promise, they are both trash."
As soon as she finished speaking, the machine made a sound of failure.
Sure enough, neither father nor son was caught.
They looked at each other, confirming that the other party had also failed, and at the same time showed disdain.
An Xuyue hugged Song Xiang, pressed her chin on her shoulder, and looked outside.