Rong Zhe heard Song Xiang's voice and said nothing, but he didn't know if he was gone or not.
Song Xiang took away her hand that was covering Yan Han's mouth. Seeing that he was about to speak, she immediately covered him again.
With a dark face, Yan Han grabbed her hand, pressed her against the door panel, and kissed her fiercely.
Song Xiang was sweating because of his annoyance, so she gently lifted his calf and said angrily: "I'll go out first, and you can go out when there's no one around."
Listen, they look more like a dog and a man.
The man looked unhappy, but he didn't want to mess around. He had not yet figured out the twists and turns between the previous generation, and he was not sure who was the victim. If he stepped on a thunderstorm, it would be difficult to deal with it in the future.
Song Xiang looked at him deeply, and before opening the door, she stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips, "I'm leaving."
After saying that, he turned around and opened the door.
I carefully poked my head out, and sure enough, no one was there.
She breathed a sigh of relief, blinked at Yan Han, and quickly went out.
All the way back to the first class cabin, Rong Boye had already woken up. When he saw her coming back, he glanced at her lightly.
Song Xiang pretended to be calm, licked his mouth, and returned to his position obediently.
There were still several hours to come, so she closed her eyes and squinted for a while.
Due to jet lag, it was midnight in the Imperial Capital when we landed, and the night after autumn was a bit cool. Song Xiang followed Rong Boye off the plane, and there was a long distance between him and Yan Han.
Once we got in the car, we couldn't see each other anymore.
Rong Boye was very tired, so he closed his eyes and rested his mind after getting in the car.
Song Xiang was lying by the window, watching the familiar scenery change outside, with mixed emotions.
But after being away for half a month, her world turned upside down.
"Don't worry, everything is ready at home." Rong Zhe looked at her in the mirror and frowned, guessing that she was struggling.
Song Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth and responded.
Feeling a little awkward, I turned around and glanced at Rong Boye several times. Seeing that he didn't notice, I became a little bolder.
Suddenly, Rong Boye opened his eyes, and father and daughter looked at each other.
Song Xiang blinked and quickly turned his face away.
"What do you want to eat when you get home?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang found that every time they ran out of words, Rong Boye would ask her questions such as "Are you hungry?" and "What to eat?"
Does she look so greedy?
He curled his lips, turned his back to Rong Boye and said, "If you don't eat, you will get fat easily."
"fat?"
Song Xiang nodded and turned around, "I gained four pounds this month."
As he spoke, he puffed up his cheeks.
Rong Boye smiled, raised his hand, and pinched her face, "Well, he is fat."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han often pinched her face, but the feeling was completely different.
Her face felt a little hot. She tilted her head and looked at Rong Boye for a while, then turned around to look at the scenery outside the window.
Rong Boye pondered deeply, thinking that Nan Qing was not like this, with an awkward temper.
In the front seat, Rong Zhe saw everything in his eyes and thought to himself: My daughter is Xiao’s father.
The car drove all the way to the suburbs. It was different from the silence when we came last time. The lights were on all the way, and there were people greeting me at the intersection in the distance.
Song Xiang's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and then he simply closed the window.
Until she reached the red door, she read the words on it carefully this time.
——Prince Chun’s Mansion.
She was a little surprised. Logically speaking, the previous dynasty should have been the prince's palace.
Just as I was thinking about it, the main door opened wide, and two rows of people walked out from behind the screen wall, all with neat faces, standing on both sides.
The leader was an old man, who looked to be at least seventy years old, but his steps were steady.
"Master is back?"
"Uncle Yu, after all these years you still call me Young Master?"