Chapter 897 The highest point of the Ferris wheel wants to kiss
half past ten
behind the flower bed
There are a row of dolls sitting in a row, which looks quite weird.
Song Xiang was tired of scratching, so he simply opened the cabinet with the key and took out all the dolls inside.
"Can we take them all away later?"
Yan Han: "If you take it back, An Xuyue will take half of it."
Song Xiang thought for a moment, "Then I'll hide it in the trunk of the car and take it away when the time comes."
Yan Han smiled, reached out and held the top of her head, "She's quite stingy."
Song Xiang squatted in front of the flower bed, put his hands on his knees, and said, "With so many cartoons, you were so busy when you were a kid?"
Yan Han remained silent, imitating her movements and squatting down, "When I get back, I'll watch it with you."
Song Xiang smiled and said, "That's not necessary."
What is missed is missed, and there is no point in going back to make up for it.
Bang bang bang.
The Ferris wheel that has been running makes a loud noise and spins hard in the dark night sky, making people worry that it will fall down in the next second.
Song Xiang raised his head and stared at the Ferris wheel.
Yan Han followed her line of sight and asked, "Want to sit down?"
Song Xiang shook his head.
If she went to sit down, she might be buried directly with Yan Han by accident.
"and you……"
"Shh-"
Yan Han was suspicious, but kept silent.
Song Xiang kept staring at the Ferris wheel, looking at one of the red ones, slowly rising into the air, and finally reaching the highest point.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at Yan Han.
Yan Han looked at her, "What's wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xiang straightened up and pressed her lips against his.
Lightly, like a feather.
In just a few seconds, she backed away.
"What's this? I didn't let you kiss me. Who are you trying to kill?" Yan Han laughed at her.
Song Xiang rolled his eyelids and said, "What do you know? When the Ferris wheel reaches the highest point, if a couple kisses, they won't break up."
"Which one do you use as a reference?"
"The red one."
Yan Han nodded, and suddenly, he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers.
Unlike her instant kiss, his was a real kiss, exchanged with each other, lips and tongues dependent on each other.
After releasing, bring your foreheads together.
Song Xiang breathed a little quickly and looked upward, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say we had to kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel?"
"Everyone's gone."
"You refer to the red one, and I refer to the blue one."
Song Xiang looked at the Ferris wheel and saw that most of it was blue.
whispering sound--
She reached out and poked his chest and rubbed his forehead.
"Get up, my legs are sore."
Yan Han was not much better, he got up with difficulty and helped her sit down by the flower bed.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms and whispered: "I have been here for several days. When will we return to the imperial capital?"
Yan Han played with her hair and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this question.
"I can't leave for now."
"Why?"
"Michael and his wife from the Dick Group are coming. I will take you to meet them and then go back."
Song Xiang thought about it for a moment and had a vague impression, but Yan didn't seem to have close cooperation with the Dick Group.
"Are there any projects you want to discuss?"
"You will know after I go back and read the information."
Song Xiang nodded, thought for a while and then said: "Then you promise me something, okay?"
Yan Han probably guessed, "Yeah."
"Don't be angry with your father. They have made it this far and have suffered enough."
Song Xiang straightened up and said, "I heard from the doctor that my aunt seemed to have suffered from malaria. Wasn't this a very terrible disease in the western countries of the Eastern Hemisphere many years ago?"