"What's wrong? Is there something bothering you?" Song Han asked softly.

Meng Mingxuan glanced at him, wondering why she would tell her troubles to someone she just met for the first time.

If it were him, would he?

Thinking of this, she had already asked: "You said you have someone you like, have you confessed to her?"

"I confessed, but was rejected." Song Han answered frankly without any hesitation.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan suddenly didn't know what to say. After all, she didn't think Song Han would answer this question.

"When I confessed my love to her, I didn't know she was a rich lady. She was very low-key in college." Song Han seemed not to notice her embarrassment and continued with a chuckle, "After I found out, I realized that her marriage was not something she could decide on her own."

Meng Mingxuan thought of Old Master Yan today, Yan Mojiu, Yan Zheng and her Aunt Yan. When Yan Zheng married Aunt Yan, did Old Master Yan also strongly oppose it?

After all, at that time, Aunt Yan's status was absolutely not worthy of Yan Zheng.

"I don't know how to comfort you, and you don't look very sad."

"Ha ha……"

Meng Mingxuan's words really made Song Han laugh.

Meng Mingxuan was somewhat infected by Song Han's smile, and her previous depressed mood was swept away.

But Song Han suddenly stopped laughing the next second and cursed, "Miss Meng! Sit tight and hold on to the handrails!"

Meng Mingxuan grew up with Yan Mojiu and had these experiences before. She grabbed the armrest above the car door without thinking.

Song Han turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car body shifted towards Meng Mingxuan.

'Bang'!

The sports car was hit and flew sideways, sliding for a long distance before stopping.

The driver's door was deformed by the collision. Song Han took a look at his arm which was deeply cut and bleeding, and pulled the handbrake with his right hand.

"Are you hurt?" Meng Mingxuan felt dizzy and then smelled blood.

She is sensitive to smells.

"It's just a minor injury." Song Han looked at the driver, unbuckled his seat belt, covered his injured arm, raised his foot and kicked the deformed door open, "Don't get out of the car."

"Okay." Meng Mingxuan calmly took out her cell phone and called Xu Li.

The car that just hit her was obviously intentional, and Song Han was injured in order to protect her to the greatest extent.

She had to call him over, lest Song Han suffer any loss.

Song Han got out of the car and looked at the reckless man who got off the Tank. "Second Young Master Yan, in a society ruled by law, why are you so impulsive? Are you afraid that your brother doesn't have any leverage over you, so you specially gave him one?"

Everyone in the Beijing circle now knows that Yan's family has more than just Yan Shaoxiang.

Above him, there is a half-brother, Yan Mojiu, who is also the first son of Yan 꽬그; and below him, there is a new brother, Yan Shaoting, who is the only bloodline of Grandpa Yan's eldest son.

Yan Shaoxiang, who was originally the only heir of the Yan family, became the second oldest.

Yan Shaoxiang's face instantly turned cold and gloomy.

"Fuck you!"

He cursed, then opened the car door, got out, and grabbed Song Han by the collar.

Yan Shaoxiang pressed Song Han's upper body onto the hot hood of the tank and spoke word by word: "You lowly bastard, you still want to turn over? Believe it or not, I'm telling you, the two bosses, you will get out of the Song family naked!"

After Yan Shaoxiang got the news that Mr. Yan took a fancy to Song Han and wanted to introduce Song Han to Meng Mingxuan, and Song Han was willing to do so, he labeled Song Han as "Yan Mojiu's running dog".

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the big bull worth tens of millions unattended and driven out the tank in the garage today.

The tank is strong enough. Song Han’s sports car is just a plastic shell in front of the tank.

He wanted to see how Song Han would explain to Yan Mojiu that Meng Mingxuan was injured in Song Han's car.

Unexpectedly, Song Han was so reckless that he quickly turned around to let him hit the driver's seat while protecting Meng Mingxuan.

"Second Young Master Yan seems to have forgotten his origins." Song Han looked calm and composed. "When Second Young Master Yan was born, your brother's mother was still Yan 꽬그. To put it bluntly, you are also an illegitimate child, not more noble than me."

In broad daylight, on the street, Yan Shaoxiang would not be able to cripple him.

At most he suffered some physical pain and verbal humiliation.

But this is the best token of allegiance.

Yan Shaoxiang was helping him.

"Fuck your mother!" Yan Shaoxiang was completely enraged and punched him.

Song Han did not fight back and let Yan Shaoxiang hit him.

There were many onlookers on the street, many taking photos and videos, but no one called the police.

The license plates of the two cars say it all. Who dares to meddle in such matters?

It will cause trouble.

When Meng Mingxuan heard the conversation, she immediately knew Yan Shaoxiang's identity, but she didn't expect him to be so lawless. Seeing Song Han's face covered in blood and his eyes swollen, she gritted her teeth, opened the car door and got out.

'state'!

Meng Mingxuan picked up a piece of metal sheet from the sports car that had fallen to the ground and hit Yan Shaoxiang hard on the back of his head.

She was now Yan Mojiu's nominal girlfriend, so Yan Shaoxiang was also her brother - bringing the matter to the police station was a family matter, and she was not afraid.

"You fucking bastard..." Yan Shaoxiang was stunned by the knock. He stopped punching Song Han and turned to look at the person who was knocking him behind him.

When he saw this, his eyes suddenly widened.

Hold!

Didn't I tell him that Meng Mingxuan looks like this?

Yan Shaoxiang has played with countless women, and he likes clean ones.

Those women are clean, only their bodies are clean.

Of all the women he had seen, none was like Meng Mingxuan. A single glance from her made him feel pure, and her whole body exuded a clarity that seemed to be able to cleanse the soul.

Yan Shaoxiang's eyes moved downwards, landing on her conservative skirt.

I wonder if if I took off her clothes, her delicate skin would also exude this purity and clarity.

Meng Mingxuan had never seen a man look at her like this before. With an unpleasant expression on her face, she raised the iron sheet in her hand and hit Yan Shaoxiang on the head.

Make her faint! ! !

"You..." Yan Shaoxiang just stretched out his dirty pig hand towards Meng Mingxuan and wanted to hold Meng Mingxuan's shoulders, and heard a buzzing sound in his ears.

He fell down with black eyes.

A stream of blood slowly oozed out of the ground. Someone nearby screamed "Murder". Meng Mingxuan looked at the iron sheet in her hand.

There was actually a sharp deformed protrusion on it.

No wonder Yan Shaoxiang was bleeding.

“…”

The matter has become a big deal.

She just came to Kyoto...

Thinking of what Feng Yilin said to her when he came to the city, Meng Mingxuan felt that the road ahead was dark and gloomy.