"The moment I saw you, there was a tsunami in my heart, but I stood quietly and didn't let anyone know."
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Zhang Qing lowered his head weakly and fainted completely. What appeared in front of him at the last second was a face that Zhang could never forget for the rest of his life.
Yan Haoxiang stood up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood stained on his fair and slender hands, glanced at the man who fell to the ground, then threw the handkerchief on the ground, turned his head and ordered the strong men,
yanhaoxiang"Wait until he wakes up and continue, don't kill him."
longtao（shenmedoudang）[Strong Man]: "Yes."
The few strong men unconsciously took a few steps back. They didn't forget how Yan always tortured Zhang Qing in front of them a few minutes ago. Even people like them couldn't watch from the sidelines without an expression.
Yan Haoxiang nodded slightly when he heard the answer, then turned around and left the house. He sat on the chair and took out his mobile phone to subconsciously want to send a message to someone, and then realized that he had smashed the other party's mobile phone..
He pursed his lower lip, it seemed that he needed to buy her a new one. By the way, he could also change the phone card, and then save his phone. By the way, the remarks should also be changed.
Yan Haoxiang raised the corners of his mouth after thinking about it.
"Then treat her better in the future."
These words popped out of his mind, Yan Haoxiang lowered his eyes, and made a decision in his heart, he must be very good to her in the future.
A light smile hung from the corners of his mouth, and his thin lips opened lightly, and he said softly,
yanhaoxiang"Go home now."
The driver nodded when he heard the words, and the car started slowly.
In the villa, Ruan Yu glanced at the news on the phone screen, and there was an inexplicable unease in his heart. Yan Haoxiang had already begun to doubt the incident at the beginning. If he found out that he had something to do with it, he would definitely not Let go of yourself.
What to do, what to do.
Ruan Yu grabbed his hair and bit his lip tightly. He must not be noticed by Yan Haoxiang. If he doubted himself, he would simply die without admitting it.
After all, he is Yan Haoxiang's cousin, and he also has a little feeling for her.
When Ruan Yu thought of this, his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Haoxiang called the assistant to buy some small snacks and meals that girls like to eat, but he seemed to have forgotten that Song Jinan had just woken up, and he was reminded by the assistant a little, and then he blamed himself for not caring at all..
He realized that he really knew very little about Song Jin'an, and he didn't even know what she liked to eat and drink the most.
But a long time ago, Song Jinan was able to buy what he liked every time he gave him something to eat.
Now it's his turn to be nice to her.
Yan Haoxiang lowered his eyes slightly, thinking to himself.
After arriving at the villa, it was already a little late. Yan Haoxiang looked at the things his assistant bought and thought for a few seconds, then carried a few bags and walked home. He swept around the hall and didn't see Ruan Yu, but Yan Haoxiang didn't mind her now..
You have to send it with your own hands to be sincere. Will Song Jinan forgive him a little bit?
Yan Haoxiang, who was standing at the door of the room, pursed his lips in chagrin, unable to free his hands to open the door. He stood there for a while before accepting his fate and going downstairs to find an assistant to help open the door.
Don't ask why you don't put things on the ground, this is for Song Jinan to eat.
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