"Let go of you and let me go."
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The next day, Song Jinan got up early, simply cleaned up and went downstairs. As soon as he looked up, he saw Yan Haoxiang leaning leisurely on the sofa, extremely lazy.
When Yan Haoxiang heard the movement, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, and opened his mouth lazily,
yanhaoxiang"She, within two hours."
The stylist standing on the other side took the makeup box and walked in front of Song Jinan, made a gesture for Song Jinan to sit on a chair, opened the makeup box and began to dress her up.
Song Jin'an didn't say a word, he sat casually in the chair, there was no emotion in his eyes, and there was even a faint self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.
Yan Haoxiang kept looking at Song Jinan, but the other party was looking straight ahead from start to finish, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
The stylist didn't dare to delay for too long. After all, Yan Haoxiang was annoyed, but they didn't dare to think about the consequences, so they quickly dressed up for Song Jinan, who was led to the mirror like a puppet. In front of him, looking at the delicate and glamorous self in the mirror, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.
Yan Haoxiang looked at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
But the thought that she was dressed like this to seduce other old men filled her eyes with coolness.
He took a few steps forward, walked to Song Jin'an's side, and looked at her in the mirror, the corners of his mouth hooked,
yanhaoxiang"I believe you have enough confidence."
After speaking, he chuckled in a low voice,
yanhaoxiang"After all, this is something you enjoy very much."
Song Jin'an understood the sarcasm hidden in Yan Haoxiang's words. She nodded slightly and continued to speak along Yan Haoxiang's words.
songjinan"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for believing in me."
Yan Haoxiang's eyes flashed coolly when he heard the words, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, and a burst of anger inexplicably rose. He squeezed his fists, endured it, and frowned impatiently.
yanhaoxiang"Then let's go."
After getting into the car, Yan Haoxiang tried to talk to Song Jinan again and again, but was held back by the language she said every time. Her words seemed to be extremely respectful, but in fact they were very cold and alienated.
Yan Haoxiang didn't like her like this, and he wasn't used to her like this, which made him a little out of control.
He did rely on Song Jin'an to like him, and he always thought she was a mindless waste. He married the Song family just to empty the Song family, and Song Jin'an was this tool, and the death of Su Su intensified his disgust with Song Jin'an.
What's the point of taking childhood jokes seriously?
Only Song Jinan, who had no brains, would keep fantasizing that one day it would come true.
What if it came true, the truth is that he doesn't love her.
That's all.
Yan Haoxiang snorted coldly, his eyes cold and thin.
Song Jinan felt complicated when he was in the car.
She didn't know if she should continue to love Yan Haoxiang, she clearly wanted to tell herself not to go on like this.
But every time Yan Haoxiang spoke to her today, her heart couldn't help but throb.
Sometimes she really hates herself like this, but there is nothing she can do.
She smiled softly as she watched the scenery flashing through the car window.
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