"I've washed the fruit-"

As the sound of running water in the bathroom disappeared, Xia Wan'an's voice sounded the previous second, and the next second, the sword light and sword between Han Jingnian and Song Youman disappeared without a trace, replaced by an extremely harmonious picture of getting along.

"Mr. Han, I heard that you received two doctoral degrees in the United States at the age of 18. You are really the dragon among people!"

"Ms. Song has over-rewarded."

"No, no, Mr. Han is really amazing."

"Ms. Song is as good as I know, Miss Song has served as the general manager at a young age in Song's enterprise, which is very good."

"Mr. Han praised it. I'm just lucky and have a good father."

"Ms. Song is modest, and luck is also part of his strength."

Xia Wan'an, who was cutting fruit next to her with a knife, listened to the conversation between the two people, always felt that there was something wrong, but she couldn't find any problem: "..."

When he brought the fruit to the two of them, Xia Wan'an rolled the two of them on their faces for a while.

One has a bright and beautiful smile, the other has a calm expression.

Uh... they are obviously the best of the two, but why does she think the smell of gunpowder in this room is so strong?

Holding two fruit forks, each handed Xia Wan'an one, and couldn't help asking: "Are you... okay?"

The two people who took the fork were stunned in one go, and then Song Youman shook his head quickly: "It's okay."

At the same time, Han Jingnian also spoke with a steady tone and concise pronunciation: "No."

Xia Wan'an said "Oh" and thought that it might be because of her sixth sense that she was deviating, so she asked the two of them to eat fruit.

Song Youman snatched the pineapple that Han Jingnian was about to be inserted and quickly stuffed it into his mouth: "Mr. Han, you are so lucky. You have such a virtuous wife, and the fruits are cut so beautifully."

Han Jingnian nodded without changing his face, poked a banana, and handed it to his mouth slowly: "Ms. Song, you are also very lucky to have such a considerate best friend, and you choose the fruits so delicious."

"I am not as blessed as Mr. Han, and I will be accompanied by such a beautiful and charming wife for the rest of my life."

"Ms. Song is lucky than me. She has such a gentle and lovely good friend since she was born."

Xia Wan'an looked left, right, right, left: "..."

Two people, one is beautiful and charming, the other is exquisite and seductive.

But why did she feel that at this moment, they are so terrifying and ferocious?

Xia Wan'an repeatedly confirmed that the person in front of her was really Han Jingnian and Song Youman, and then spoke: "Are you... really okay?"

Song Youman smiled: "No, how could we have trouble?"

Han Qingqing cherishes his words like gold: "No."

Xia Wan'an poked a piece of strawberry into pieces: "But why do I just don't believe it?"

Song Youman: "An An, this is your illusion. We are really fine. I am just too satisfied with Mr. Han. I am extremely satisfied, so I am a little out of control."

Han Jingnian said "Yeah" with an agreement, "Your best friend is really good."

Xia Wan'an said "Oh". Could it be that her sixth sense was deviated again? Why did she think that the two of them were eating fruits and eating beacons!

Just as Xia Wan'an poked strawberry and thought, the door of the ward behind him was pushed open again.

What came in was that Song Youman hadn't seen him in four days... Han Zhijin.
Chapter completed!