I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 184 The Direction of His House

Song Yan thought the bed was broken, so he quickly stretched out his hand to pull Su Shao up.

He didn't catch the person, but because his upper body leaned forward too much, he accidentally fell onto the bed.

Under his body, the dangling softness made him stunned.

This mattress seems to have water in it?
Are you sure you won't vomit people when you sleep at night?

But the person has been delivered safely, so there is nothing wrong with him.

Song Yan covered Su Shao with the quilt on the bed, and then turned on the air conditioner, which was a comfortable 26°C.

There was no honey in the hotel, so he could only take a cup of warm water and put it on the little girl's bedside.

“Uh so hot”

Turning her head, the little girl dishonestly kicked off the quilt on her body.

Song Yan frowned, walked over and covered it.

After less than 1 minute, it fell again
"Su Shao, put the quilt back on." Song Yan stood beside the bed and called softly. Although her temples hurt, her eyes didn't show any impatience.

The soft beauty on the bed turned over, ignored her, and continued to sleep.

The small mouth is slightly pursed, snoring softly.

Song Yan had no choice but to continue to tuck the quilt for her.

This time, the little girl on the bed didn't bother, so he could leave with peace of mind.

Walking to the door, when Song Yan was about to turn off the light, the soft white quilt fell to the ground again.
Is this intentional not to let him go?
"Girl, put the quilt on!" Song Yan stood in front of the door and didn't go inside.

The only response to him was the sound of the air conditioner blowing warm air.

For the last time, Song Yan covered the quilt, then turned off the lights and closed the door, pressed the elevator button to go to the first floor, and strode out of the hotel with long legs.

He had an out-of-sight, out-of-mind attitude.

In the car, all four windows were wide open.

Song Yan sat in the car, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, his face was very tired.

Isn't it just to settle down a drunk little girl, why does she feel exhausted physically and mentally.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the driver's seat, picked one, and wanted to light it.

He really needs to use nicotine to clear up those "messy" words in his mind.

"Hey! Really, why did you live in this remote ghost place at night? Don't you still have to go to the bar to continue having fun?"

"I've dated quite a few little girls in the bar, all of whom are in their early twenties, and they're so young!"

"Brothers, can't this place also be high? Wait, I'm calling someone."

A group of drunk men stood crookedly in front of the hotel and spoke freely.

Not only did they speak obscene words, but even their expressions showed obscene smiles from time to time.

Song Yan put down the cigarette in his hand, his cold eyes were deep and dark, and he frowned and looked in the direction of the group of drunk men.

After a while, several men walked into the hotel with smiles and arms crossed.

After a while, the door of the black Cayenne was suddenly pushed open
Ten minutes later, Song Yan came out of the hotel with the soft little girl in his arms.

He walked very slowly, as if deliberately slowing down.

Song Yan just saw those drunken men entering the hotel, his heartstrings tensed unconsciously, and finally carried Su Shao back to the car.

The little girl was still sleeping soundly with alcohol and snoring, the kind of sleeping appearance that no one would know if she was betrayed.

Gee.
What a hassle!

Song Yan picked up the phone and made a series of calls.

After more than a dozen beeps, the connection was made at the last moment.

The voice of a middle-aged man spoke, a little tired, but respectful, "Master, what's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Li, for delaying your rest." Song Yan paused and continued, "Siji Yunlan, find someone to help me prepare some feminine products, and ask an aunt to help me by the way."

The other end of the phone hesitated for two seconds, and quickly answered.

"If it's convenient, bring a bottle of Jihetang's honey."

"Alright young master, I'll arrange for people to go and prepare now."

Hanging up the phone, stepping on the accelerator, the car drove towards a high-end residential area in the city center.

Song Yan was very familiar with the journey.

After all, that's the direction of his home
　Take it home! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)