Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 11
An Xiangwan took a deep breath and turned around. The person calling her was Song Shao.

In fact, she was not as calm and composed as she said in front of her girlfriends, and she was disgusting just hearing human voices.

Thinking of how I once fell in love with a scumbag like a fool for five years, I was so angry in my heart, I wished I could beat up my ignorant self back then.

"Trouble, Jean." She didn't want to have anything to do with him at all, let alone see him again.

Song Shao didn't take it seriously when he heard the sound, and still had a hypocritical smile on his face. He approached her and said softly, "I didn't expect to see you here. What a coincidence. Have you finished your lunch? Let's have lunch together."

An Xiangwan twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously, and wanted to walk around him in disgust, but Song Shao's shameless body blocked his way.

Song Shao still regards An Xiangwan as the soft-hearted girl before, as long as she begs her a few more times, she will agree, not to mention, she has loved him for six years, how can she really let go of this relationship, the more she thinks about it, more confident.

"Xiaowan..." He just stretched out his hand to grab her catkin, but she turned sideways to avoid it, and put his hand in his pocket.

At this time, a delicate woman's voice came from behind diagonally: "Song Shao, I'm fine."

An Xiangwan glanced subconsciously, and couldn't help but feel a little more disdain for Song Shao in his heart. He took the opportunity to go around and walked quickly towards the elevator without looking back.

If you say one more word to this kind of rubbish, you will lose your share.

Song Shao helplessly watched An Xiangwan walk into the elevator, and his female companion reached out to hook his elbow, and asked in a displeased tone, "Young Master Song, who is that girl?"

"My cousin, let's go. Didn't you say you're hungry?" Song Shao regained his composure and smiled hypocritically at his female companion, put his arms around her slender waist, and walked towards the elevator.

*
at dusk.

An Xiangwan woke up from her lunch break and was about to walk out of the room when she opened the door. She saw Song Shao standing in front of the door, holding an exquisite bouquet of chocolate autumn flowers, which were her favorite flowers.

But no matter how much she likes the flower now, in this man's hand, she can't like it at all.

"How did you do this?"

Song Shao met her in the lobby at noon and guessed that she might live here. It happened that this was a hotel owned by a friend. After some inquiries, he found out that she really lived here, so he went to a flower shop to buy a good gift. They said that flowers are precious. Gifts are the best weapon to coax girls.

"Xiaowan, I still remember that this is your favorite flower." Song Shao said and handed the flower to An Xiangwan.

"The one at noon is the daughter of one of my clients. We have made an appointment to have a meal together to discuss cooperation. I hope you don't misunderstand."

"not my business."

An Xiangwan snorted sarcastically after hearing this, and waved away the flowers he handed over.

Song Shao didn't take it seriously when he saw it, he just thought she had misunderstood and was still angry, and wanted to force the flower into her hand, but she still avoided it.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to continue to hold it in his hand, coaxing: "Xiaowan, I have reserved a place at Huaxia Restaurant on the third floor, can you do me a favor?"

An Xiangwan resisted in her heart, but it was time to end the problem that should be faced, and hoped that he would stop bothering her after she made it clear, she took out her phone and checked the time: "To make a long story short, I'll give you 3 minutes. "

Song Shao hesitated for a moment, then sighed lightly: "Xiaowan, I made a big mistake three years ago, and I've been guilty of it ever since, and I've been thinking about how to explain it to you, and I want your forgiveness..."

Just a gentle apology that avoids the seriousness like this can be taken away in one stroke, when she is still the silly white sweet in the past?
"Are you done? Get out when you're done."

After An Xiangwan finished speaking, he went back to the room and was about to close the door. Song Shao didn't deserve her to hold grudges or forgive him. Being able to climb into An Yuya's bed, a cheap word is not enough to describe the two of them.

(End of this chapter)