On the way to the appointment, Xiao Xing was worried all the way.

Judging from previous experience, what ordinary people think is a bold plan can only be regarded as average in Ruan Shiyan's eyes.

Then she described it as bold, this matter must be as simple as going to the house and revealing the tiles.

Xiao Xing went to Song Yuan to pick up Ruan Shiyan, and wanted to ask about the plan on the way, but Ruan Shiyan closed his eyes in the passenger seat after reporting his destination, and did not give him a chance to speak at all.

There was no way, he had to suppress his curiosity and concentrate on the role of a driver.

After a while, the car finally stopped.

"Master Yan, it's here."

Ruan Shiyan slowly opened her eyes and glanced out the window.

"Get out of the car."

"Okay." Xiao Xing immediately did so.

The two walked down the sidewalk, which was not too wide, and stood in front of the closed wonton shop for a few minutes.

When there were no passers-by for the time being, Ruan Shiyan turned around and sat down directly on the steps in front of the store.

Xiao Xing sat next to her.

"Yan Ye, can we not sell Guanzi? What is the plan for you to call me out in such a hurry? ”

Ruan Shiyan was silent for a few seconds, slowly turned her head, and looked at Xiao Xing expressionlessly.

"Little Star, I'll give you one last chance."

“…… Well? As soon as he heard this opening remark, Xiao Xing could almost imagine what Ruan Shiyan was going to say next.

But in this situation, he can only pretend that he doesn't understand.

Ruan Shiyan raised her eyebrows lightly and nodded her head a few times.

"Okay, Xiao Xing, I gave you the opportunity, but you don't cherish it."

“……”

"Let me ask you, Song Zehan is not my brother at all, right?"

Although it is a question sentence with an upward end note, the certainty in the tone has already indicated the affirmation in her heart.

Xiao Xing pretended to look away easily and smiled.

"Yan Ye, did you have some messy dream last night? Otherwise, why ...... early in the morning?"

"He's my husband." Ruan Shiyan simply interrupted Xiao Xing's words with a conclusion.

"Oops, I admit that Mr. Song is golden and handsome, and he is a typical domineering president in novels and TV series, so you can't ...... either"

Ruan Shiyan pinched Xiao Xing's chin, forcing him to make eye contact with herself.

He was interrupted again.

"Editor, you continue to make it." As she spoke, Ruan Shiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Xiao Xing, when people's eyes look up, they represent thinking and memories, but when they unconsciously look left and right, they represent escape." ”

“……”

"With what I know about you, if Song Zehan is really my brother, you won't just call him Mr. Song all the time, it's too rusty. When you mention him to me, you will always open and close your mouth to say 'your brother' or 'our brother'. ”

“……”

"This rustiness of yours is a reminder that you are afraid that you will leak out."

“……”

"What's more, it's been so many years, as soon as you lie, you will pull the corner of your clothes with your left hand, or when you are nervous, your true form will be revealed."

“……”

"Come, now, look at the fold on the hem of your left shirt and tell me, Song Zehan - is he my husband or not?"

Xiao Xing was about to be forced to collapse by Ruan Shiyan.

He wanted to continue to conceal it, but one evidence after another was in front of him, even if he insisted on it, it was unrealistic.

What's more, if Ruan Shiyan is really angry, the consequences are really not a joke.

After being entangled again and again, he could only choose to be sorry for Song Zehan.

Anyway...... He only said that his identity didn't matter, and he would talk about the rest.