Yan Han could probably guess that although Song Xiang was following Rong Boye these days, he might not be able to adapt to the life of multiple fathers.
"You go."
After a long silence, Song Xiang suddenly said.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, "Drive me away?"
Song Xiang sighed, stretched out his hand to pull him, and urged him to go downstairs. As he walked, he warned him, "You are not allowed to come to me for these two days, do you understand?"
"What should I do if I miss you?"
"Hold it!"
Yan Han: "..."
He stopped joking and led her halfway without asking her to follow him to the gate.
"Go back and call me if you have anything to do. Of course, you are different now. If something happens... you can also go to your dad." He looked at Song Xiang and spoke as a reminder.
Song Xiang responded dully, watched him move forward, then suddenly stepped forward to hug him and said, "If you really miss me, you'd better call me."
Yan Han laughed out loud, "Okay."
Song Xiang then let go and poked his waist, "Let's go."
Yan Han nodded, he really didn't want to linger this time.
Song Xiang watched him leave and began to sigh again.
After bypassing the man-made lake and arriving at the south side, the main house was brightly lit. She entered through the back door, and there were many servants along the way.
Her room was on the second floor, while Rong Boye lived on the third floor. The general structure was very similar to that in Mecca.
It was time for Rong Boye to rest, so she went back to the room in a restless mood, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
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Li Ying and the others played until about eleven o'clock, then rested at Rong's house.
When Song Xiang got up, it was around nine o'clock in the morning. Li Ying and the others were preparing to leave, so she went to have breakfast with them.
"I just went out and saw Xiang Shuyi." Wang Fuxue mentioned casually that her old lady had been sick before and she had also seen Xiang Shuyi.
"when?"
Song Xiang walked them to the door and suddenly stopped.
"I just got up and came out of the room and saw him going south."
When Song Xiang heard this, he thought of something and quickly greeted them to get in the car, then turned around and ran to the main house.
When I arrived at the entrance of the hall, I happened to bump into Xiang Shuyi.
"Hey, Miss, are you up so early?" Xiang Shuyi casually rolled up his sleeves, sat down on the sofa, and teased Song Xiang.
Song Xiang still didn't know what his relationship was with Rong Boye, so he was a little anxious, "Why are you here? Who are you treating?"
"Except for one person in this room, who else deserves my visit?"
Song Xiang's heart sank and she opened her mouth: "What's wrong with dad?"
When Xiang Shuyi heard her address, he smiled broadly, "It's okay, just go up and call me daddy twice, maybe it will be fine."
Song Xiang glared at him, "Be more serious!"
"I'm serious."
Rong Zhe came down from upstairs and saw Song Xiang gritting his teeth and said, "It's nothing serious. I just didn't sleep well last night and caught a cold."
"Catching a cold?" Song Xiang wondered, Rong Boye's daily life was so exquisite, how could he catch a cold.
"I was suddenly overjoyed and sad. I opened the window and let the wind blow in for a while. It's normal to catch a cold." Xiang Shuyi said.
Song Xiang was speechless, remembering what happened last night.
"Would you like to go up and see sir?" Rong Zhe said.
Song Xiang nodded and ran upstairs without any further hesitation.
It's very quiet near Rong Boye's bedroom. Although the furnishings are modern, the style is quiet and simple.
The bedroom door had double doors. Song Xiang gently pushed it open and poked her head in, but saw no one.
Walking further inside, I saw Rong Boye lying on a bamboo chair.
When Rong Boye heard the movement, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her quietly.