As soon as Song Xiang helped Ji Yu up, he saw Chu Xun walking over from a short distance away.
Ji Yu felt as if she was electrocuted and quickly stayed away from her.
When Chu Xun slowly approached, but before he spoke, his steps were a little sloppy, but the people around him supported him.
"Master Chu, are you okay?"
Song Xiang asked politely, a little strange. Logically speaking, Chu Xun was so sick that Rong Boye should not have avoided him just now.
Chu Xun's lips turned white as he struggled to catch his breath, "I heard that Miss Song was in danger two days ago?"
Song Xiang nodded, "Yes, thanks to Mr. Rong."
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later." Chu Xun said, then he closed his mouth and coughed twice.
Song Xiang saw that his face was red due to coughing and it was getting worse, "Why don't you ask Mr. Rong's doctor to take a look?"
"Mr. Rong's doctor can't be used by everyone." Ji Yu couldn't help but mock.
Song Xiang was surprised. She didn't expect that she suddenly had a gun and a stick.
Chu Xun's eyes showed boredom calmly, he took his arm out of Ji Yu's hand and said to Song Xiang, "It's getting late, we have to leave first."
Song Xiang smiled slightly and gave way to them.
Watching the couple leave, Song Xiang noticed the details between them. They were not close, even a little distant, and they didn't look like a couple at all.
Shrugging, he turned back and walked back to the main house.
When dinner time came, it was still the same as noon. She and Rong Boye were the only ones on the table, but there was a pile of food.
Before dinner started, Rong Zhe walked in from outside and followed someone to carry a big box.
"This is from Mr. Yan."
When Song Xiang heard this, he stood up immediately.
Rong Boye sat at the table, glanced lightly, and said nothing.
The box was so big that someone had to carry it upstairs. Song Xiang thought for a moment and dragged it to the bottom of the stairs to see what was inside.
As soon as you open it, it's full of packaging boxes, including clothes and shoes, and further down, there are even inner outfits, all of which are exquisitely packaged.
Rong Boye gently stirred the noodles in the bowl with a fork and said casually: "The food doesn't taste good when it's cold."
Song Xiang said "Oh" and quickly closed the box, thinking that he would move it back to the room bit by bit later.
She saw that Rong Boye only had a plate of noodles in front of him, which looked a little lackluster, so she pushed some meat over.
Rong Boye looked up and cut a piece naturally.
The dinner was very quiet. When it was over, Song Xiang began to move things into the room.
In addition to clothes, Yan Han also prepared a mobile phone for her.
As soon as he turned on the phone, the screen showed a photo of him wearing a royal blue suit attending an event.
Song Xiang: "..."
Or profile, I'm pretty good at choosing.
Song Xiang wanted to laugh, so she opened her phone and flipped through it, especially the photo album. There were hundreds of pictures in it. She didn't know where Yan Han got them. They were all photos of activities taken by the gossip media, or they were refined versions.
The kind with crazy filters.
She pursed her lips and called him.
"Why did you buy me so many clothes?"
"Who else can buy you clothes besides me?" He said in a dull tone.
Song Xiang knew that he probably noticed the dress she was wearing today.
"Then you can just buy one or two. Why buy so many?"
Yan Han was silent and did not say anything directly. He had a hunch that he would not be able to live under the same roof with her for a long time.
"Just change it every day. I'll give it to you after you've worn it all over."
Song Xiang kicked her feet and heard the deep meaning in his voice, "...Oh."