With Lin Yihuan here, the meal was quite "lively". The more "virtuous" Yan Han pretended to be, the more Lin Yihuan fought against the injustice and urged Song Xiang to get married quickly.
Song Xiang looked at her getting along with Zhao Jinxuan and found it quite magical.
"If you marry my brother now and have a child in a year or two, you are not considered young anymore, and your recovery will be very slow." Lin Yihuan said.
When Song Xiang heard about the child, her heart softened.
After dinner, she separated from Lin Yihuan and his wife. She took Yan Han on her arm and took a walk in the small garden under the red house to eat. Both of them were tipsy after drinking.
"Getting married is no small matter. Do you know how to be a father to others?" She suddenly teased Yan Han.
Yan Han put one hand in his pocket, leaned against the glass behind him, and said, "How can I prepare to be a father? Who doesn't feel the stones to cross the river?"
Song Xiang burst out laughing, just thinking about it.
"Marriage and having children are not linked, just let nature take its course."
Yan Han narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly.
Song Xiang didn't hear the implication of his words, and leaned on him to relax due to the drunkenness.
Both of them drank some fruit wine and couldn't drive, so Yan Song came to pick them up.
Sitting in the back seat, Yan Han hugged Song Xiang, and his hands began to feel a little dishonest.
Yan Song was very sensible and lowered the fender and asked the driver to drive slower.
There were people in the car, and even if Song Xiang was really drunk, she wouldn't dare to get serious with Yan Han.
She was so dizzy from the kiss that she still remembered reaching out and pushing him, "Don't make trouble."
The man pressed his chin on her shoulder, rubbed her neck with his eyes closed, "Does your home have access control?"
Song Xiang heard what he meant, "Don't come here, I have to go home no matter what."
"I'll take you back tomorrow morning."
"Get lost." Song Xiang rolled his eyelids, "You are shameless and I want you more."
Yan Han sighed.
"You smell so good." He turned his face sideways and looked at people through the small lights in the car.
Song Xiang knew him well and could tell what state he was in just by the sound of his voice. He pinched his waist and said, "Don't think about it. I won't do anything today. Hurry up and send me home."
The speed of the car was almost like an ant crawling.
Song Xiang took a look outside and saw a shop selling freshly squeezed juice on the roadside.
She patted the front seat, and Yan Song's voice came over, "Miss Song, is something okay?"
Song Xiang: "Please stop by the roadside, buy two glasses of juice, and stop for a while."
"OK."
"What's wrong?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang took out a tissue and wiped away some beads of sweat on his forehead, "Blow the wind for a while and go back later."
The man smiled and opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with narrowness, "You just want to stay with me for a little longer."
Song Xiang snorted, slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, and opened the window.
Yan Song quickly came back with two glasses of pomegranate juice and added ice.
Song Xiang took the thing, inserted the tube, and handed it to Yan Han's mouth, "You're up. You're like an old man. Do you want me to serve you?"
Yan Han bit out of habit, took a bite, frowned and let go.
Song Xiang wondered, "Doesn't it taste good?"
She took a taste and said, "It's okay."
Yan Han let go of her, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and said, "After you finish drinking, you have to go home alone. No matter how delicious it is, it won't taste good anymore."
Song Xiang: "..."
I kicked him lightly and urged him to drink more to relieve the hangover.
The car was parked on the side of the road and people were coming and going.
Song Xiang looked at the scenery outside and suddenly squinted his eyes to take a closer look, "Is that Yu Tianyu?"
Yan Han opened his eyes and followed her line of sight.