"The one Yun Ya likes is not such a childish kid." Pei Qinghan finished speaking and stepped away.
The villa’s decoration was also very elegant, matching Pei Qinghan’s temperant well. Pei Qinghan said to Yan Song, "I ca over in a hurry, didn’t prepare anything, but fortunately, it’s still livable. The first room upstairs is yours, take Yun Ya to rest first, we can discuss our matters later."
Yan Song didn’t say anything, holding Yun Ya he quickly went upstairs.
Pei Qinghan watched the two enter the room, then turned and sat on the sofa. Fu Bai walked over with dicine and half a cup of warm water, "Brother Han, it’s ti to take your dicine."
Pei Qinghan took the dicine, swallowed it without water, not feeling the bitterness at all.
Fu Bai sighed, why does Brother Han restrain himself like this, what’s the point?
"The heating in the villa should be on, it’s cold now, she can’t take it, she’s so afraid of the cold...."
"And make sure there’s tily hot water supply, no one has lived here, the facilities are outdated, I’ll check on it..." Saying this, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to get up.
"Brother Han, take a break, you’ve been running around all day, your body can’t take it."
"I’m not tired." He said lightly.
Ning Zihuan walked in from outside, looking like a drowned rat, just as Yan Song ca downstairs with hands in pockets, looking arrogant and aloof.
Imdiately, Ning Zihuan flared up like a rooster, rushing over and saying, "I want to see Yun Ya, I haven’t seen her for a long ti, we are friends, you can’t stop ."
Yan Song let out a light laugh, looking at the young man in front of him as if he were a fool, "I warn you, don’t challenge my limits over and over again."
Ning Zihuan raised his chin, a head shorter, his montum unknowingly reduced, "I also warn you, you can’t be so overbearing, Yun Ya has the freedom to make friends."
"I am her fiancé, I have the right, and even more, the responsibility and obligation to handle all kinds of rotten peach blossoms that appear around her. A brainless and impulsive childish man like you should find a mom to discipline you properly, rather than seeking a sense of presence around Yun Ya. She’s about to get engaged, very busy, and has no ti for you." Yan Song thought Pei Qinghan showed much more grace with such troubleso rivals.
Ning Zihuan imdiately flew into a rage, "Who do you think you are? Even if you’re not engaged, even if you are married, I’ll still break you up."
Yan Song’s eyes darkened, genuinely angry this ti. Since the other party was so shaless, why should he bother giving face? Such intentions, this kid is just asking for death.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the malice inside him, acting now would be beneath him. He gave a faint smile, "I’m not anyone, I am Yun Ya’s legitimate fiancé, her future husband. You’re Yun Ya’s friend, right? On January 18th, Yun Ya and I will have our engagent banquet, you must co have a drink to celebrate. Yun Ya hopes to witness her happiness with her friends’ blessings."
Faced with such an Yan Song, Ning Zihuan suddenly didn’t know what to say. He actually wanted to have a good fight with Yan Song, but this man just wouldn’t make a move, and then he could complain to Yun Ya...
Pei Qinghan shook his head and laughed, thinking back to two years ago when Yan Song was just an impulsive, hot-blooded youth, but over these two years he had rapidly matured, shedding his immaturity and impulsiveness, becoming mature and steady, able to respond gracefully to a rival’s provocation.
"Whoever loves to go, can go. I’m not going." It would be self-punishnt; either way, Ning Zihuan couldn’t stand such a setting.
Yan Song laughed, "Suit yourself."
Ning Zihuan felt as if a ball of fire was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, wishing to destroy the world.
Pei Qinghan looked at Yan Song, "Let’s talk in the study."
Yan Song nodded, glanced at his watch, "Let’s wait a bit."
Soon, soone ca in to report that a woman had co to see Yan Song.
Ning Zihuan’s eyes imdiately lit up, his gaze scanning Yan Song like a radar, thinking that a woman ca chasing here in the middle of the night, must be Yan Song’s romantic debt...
Yan Song ignored Ning Zihuan’s provocative gaze, stood there with a cold expression, towering at one ter eighty-nine, in military uniform, looking remarkably like a Heavenly God under the light.
Soon a tall figure ca in, also wearing a military uniform, with short hair cut to the ears, looking both delicate and spirited, walking each step with utmost precision, she walked up to Yan Song without looking sideways and saluted.
"New mission, go upstairs to guard the door, don’t let anyone get near." Yan Song instructed coldly, his voice so distant and indifferent when talking to others.
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