Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

"Okay." Yan An nodded, lowered his head and left silently.

She was in the wrong, so she had nothing to say.

She was quite surprised that Yan Xichen could give her a way out.

But...it's also possible that the grandfather and grandson have something to say and it's not appropriate for her to be there.

Yan An obediently went back to her room to change clothes and put on some light makeup using the cosmetics Xiaomei had brought her.

Seeing Song Bojian and Liu Yong coming back with several brocade boxes from the window, she went downstairs and went out through another door to intercept them urgently.

She was wearing a burgundy long dress and retro mid-heeled shoes, and ran towards Song Bojian quickly.

Song Bojian watched her running towards him from a distance, and for some unknown reason he opened his arms, fearing that she would fall.

The scene of Yan An staggering in high heels is still vivid in my mind.

When Yan An stopped steadily in front of her, Liu Yong couldn't help laughing.

Song Bojian felt a little embarrassed and was about to withdraw his hand when Yan An gently hugged him.

While he was stunned, Yan An had already retreated.

"Xichen's grandfather is here, and he's probably chatting about some family matters. We're here as guests, so we don't want to disturb him. How about we go upstairs quietly?" Yan An asked in a negotiating manner.

The main reason was that she felt that the old man was not easy to get along with.

Song Bojian has a very good temper. Even if you criticize him, he won't talk back.

"Okay." Song Bojian nodded. "This manor has a nice environment. Do you want to take a walk around?"

Yan An thought it was great and nodded.

Liu Yong said, "You guys go shopping, and I'll give the gifts to the people in the manor."

Song Bojian, "You came unexpectedly last night and didn't prepare any gifts, so we went to buy them early this morning."

Yan An: "Boss, you are so thoughtful..."

Now she didn't even have her favorite cell phone and was penniless.

Liu Yong smiled and said, "I bought it for you. When you have a good rest, we will return home together."

Yan An clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you very much. I will work hard."

The corners of Song Bojian's lips curved slightly.

Liu Yong went to deliver something, while Yan An and Song Bojian walked aimlessly, and finally walked towards a swing under a flower stand.

Yan An first asked Song Bojian if she wanted to sit down and rest. After Song Bojian said no, she sat down and slowly swung on the swing.

Song Bojian stood aside with a calm expression, but those who knew him well would know that he was very relaxed at the moment.

When he is relaxed, he has no expression at all, but when he is working, he always smiles faintly, giving people a gentle and elegant impression.

The lawn in front of the castle was very large, and neither of them noticed the two people walking towards them in the distance.

Yan Xichen followed his grandfather out on crutches. His grandfather had just told him to officially take over as the head of the family, which made him feel complicated.

"Your leg must be healed before this. There must be no sequelae. You must take good care of it, otherwise you won't be able to be the head of the family. Don't run around unless you have something to do. That girl..."

Liu Qingfeng's gaze fell on two people standing under a large patch of flowers not far away.

"Who is that man?" Liu Qingfeng was stunned.

Yan Xichen pursed his lips, "A star named Song Bojian... He's a pretty good person."

"...Who asked about your character?" Liu Qingfeng glanced at Yan Xichen in confusion, a little disappointed. "Why, do you want to find a boyfriend for Yan An?"

Yan Xichen lowered his eyes, tightened his grip on the crutch, and said nothing.

"Hmph." Liu Qingfeng was dissatisfied. "If you are worried about her safety, then keep her. Don't be such a coward."

Yan Xichen's face turned red and white all of a sudden, "What are you talking about? Why should I worry about her?"

Liu Qingfeng reached out and hit Yan Xichen on the head, "I despise your sesame-sized courage."

Yan Xichen, "..."

Suddenly I realized that my grandfather was a bit trendy and spoke like a young man.

Liu Qingfeng didn't go towards the gate, but changed direction with his men.

Yan Xichen was a little anxious, "Grandpa, aren't you leaving?"

"What?" Liu Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, "Are you chasing me away?"

Yan Xichen didn't know what to say. He couldn't walk fast on one leg to begin with, and the old man soon left him behind.

Liu Qingfeng's bodyguard helped him jump a few steps and caught up with the old man who was walking briskly.

When they approached, Yan An's eyes widened, as if the old man was going to settle accounts with her...

Song Bojian turned around and saw Liu Qingfeng.

Liu Qingfeng paused and stared at Song Bojian in a daze.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Song Bojian stretched out his hand, "Mr. Liu, are you feeling well?"

Liu Qingfeng hurriedly shook his hand and said, "I said you looked familiar. You've grown up so much."

After the two of them shook hands politely, Liu Qingfeng glanced at Yan An and then at Song Bojian, and the excitement he had just felt had subsided.

Well, my grandson can’t compete with others because of his family background.

But his grandson’s emotional intelligence…is not high either.

Very considerate too...bullshit.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the grandson awkwardly bringing food to the little girl and talking so much nonsense...

Yan An stood up from the swing and hurried to greet him.

Seeing that the two men looked like old acquaintances who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, Yan An said that the boss was dressed in strange clothes and there was nothing to be surprised about.

Liu Qingfeng, who originally had a sharp tone in his words, now spoke very beautifully. After a while, he brought a few people back and said he wanted to have a good chat.

Yan An and Yan Xichen looked at each other from behind.

Seeing the doubt in Yan An's eyes about Liu Qingfeng's good attitude, Yan Xichen shook his head and said that he didn't know either.

Several people went to the teahouse. Along the way, the old man told Song Bojian about the oil paintings on the wall and the antique ornaments everywhere.

He also said that Song Bojian could take whatever one he liked.

Song Bojian politely declined. When they arrived at the tea room, the old man wanted to make tea himself.

Song Bojian said that many people like to drink the tea he brews, and he wanted the old man to try it.

Liu Qingfeng was so happy that he couldn't see his teeth. He quickly said yes and said that Song Bojian was great in every way.

The grandson who was held in the palm of his hand was thrown aside.

So Yan An used tongs to pick up a sweeter snack for Yan Xichen and placed it on the small plate in front of him.

Life is a little bitter, so just eat some sweetness.

She thought that the two people beside her were chatting enthusiastically and must not have noticed her, but she didn't expect that Song Bojian and the old man both glanced at her at the same time.

This glance was very casual, but Yan An still caught it.

Yan Xichen didn't notice it. Just as he raised his lips to eat some snacks, he saw Yan An quickly picked up desserts for his grandfather and Song Bojian.

The corners of his mouth slowly dropped.

"Thank you." Song Bojian thanked with a gentle smile.

Liu Qingfeng cleared his throat and said, "You actually know that I like to eat mung bean cakes that are not too sweet. You are thoughtful."

Yan An gave a sweet smile.

The conversation continues.

"I remember that I had a heart attack at a banquet before. Thanks to Mr. Song for giving me a few injections. You were only eight years old at that time." Liu Qingfeng said with emotion.

Song Bojian smiled and responded, "Yeah."

Realizing that every move he made was being noticed, Yan An began to smile.

Yan Xichen felt upset when he saw Yan An staring at Song Bojian and smiling like a fool.

What's good-looking? Not as good-looking as him...