The several fights between Song Xiang and Lin Yihuan were actually not pleasant, but it was not because Lin Yihuan wanted to harm her subjectively. It was not too difficult to sit together and eat together.
Lin Yihuan probably heard the rumor. As soon as he sat down, he asked carelessly: "Are you Rong Boye's daughter?"
Song Xiang nodded.
Lin Yihuan was shocked and hurriedly came to her side. While waiting for the food, he kept chattering with questions.
Song Xiang had a big head, and considering that she was pregnant, he had no choice but to accommodate her.
"Then when will you get married to my brother?"
Song Xiang was at a loss for words. He didn't expect that this girl's brain circuits were related to Yan Han.
He raised his head and met Yan Han's eyes watching the show.
"Hey, why don't you say anything? Don't you want to tell me?" Lin Yihuan pushed her.
"Huanhuan." Zhao Jinxuan reminded.
Song Xiang was speechless and jokingly said: "Miss Lin, you have slapped me, have you forgotten?"
Lin Yihuan blinked and was stunned for a moment, "I..."
She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, then slapped the table, "Then you call me back!"
Song Xiang: "..."
"Sister-in-law, don't be offended." Zhao Jinxuan came out to smooth things over.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yihuan blocked him and said, "Stop nagging, let's fight."
Song Xiang nodded and raised his hand.
Lin Yihuan shrank back in fear.
Song Xiang put his hand against her face and patted her firmly.
"The fight is over."
Lin Yihuan was dumbfounded.
Zhao Jinxuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to talk to Yan Han. Yan Han was in a good mood and talked more than usual.
Lin Yihuan "got beaten" and became attached to Song Xiang again, "When will you get married?"
It's back again.
Song Xiang was helpless and wanted to ask Yan Han for help, but the guy pretended not to see him and talked to Zhao Jinxuan.
"Hey, are you thinking of getting rid of my brother because you have a great father?" Lin Yihuan put his hands on his hips, as if he were a messenger of justice.
Song Xiang finally understood that Lin Yihuan's temper was not in line with Yan Han's taste, but there were so many relatives in the Yan family, but she was the only sister Yan Han recognized, because this girl really liked Yan Han.
That time at the beach, Yan Han drowned, and it was this girl who pulled her to give Yan Han artificial respiration.
"Speak." Lin Yihuan chased after him.
Song Xiang had no choice but to say: "We just fell in love, we haven't reached that stage yet."
Lin Yihuan pouted, "Momoji, how long have you known each other? Isn't it natural for you to get married?"
Song Xiang then remembered that she was a few years younger than Yan Han, but she had been married to Zhao Jinxuan for more than a year.
"Even if Xuan and I got married early, there wouldn't be any problems." Lin Yihuan said.
Song Xiang smiled, "Those are your childhood sweethearts."
"That's not true." Lin Yihuan frowned and said, "He went to Europe during the trip and we didn't see each other for several years, but we got married not long after we met again."
Song Xiang was also a little curious, "You are so bold."
"What's wrong with you? Get married to the right person at the right time. No one stipulates that you have to have a long-distance relationship before getting married. After getting married, shouldn't you still fall in love?" Lin Yihuan said, blinking at Zhao Jinxuan, "Isn't that right?
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Just as the food was arriving, Zhao Jinxuan was busy opening the wine. When he heard her speak, he immediately responded, "Yes."
Song Xiang was really moved when she saw them getting along with each other. She looked up and saw Yan Han.
Eyes facing each other.
The next second, Yan Han brought down the entire plate of shrimps.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Lin Yihuan was surprised.
Yan Han glanced at Song Xiang and said leisurely: "Peel the shrimp for your girlfriend."
Lin Yihuan exclaimed and acted coquettishly towards Zhao Jinxuan, "I want a whole plate too!"