Song Xiang woke up from her sleep with a frown on her face. She turned over slightly uncomfortably. As her body rubbed, she remembered that there was someone on her bed.
She gritted her teeth and stood up to turn on the desk lamp. The man next to her took a deep breath impatiently.
The light was dim, shining on the man's bare back, and the shadow extended to the side of his face, with smooth lines and sharp edges.
Song Xiang tiptoed, walked to the closet and changed her clothes before sitting back on the edge of the bed and reaching out to touch the man's back.
"Mr. Yan, it's 6:06. You have a meeting at 7:30 in the morning."
The man sighed impatiently, threw her hand away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out!"
Song Xiang took it for granted and stood up with a cold expression.
She quietly went downstairs and went into the kitchen to make breakfast for herself. She finished eating with an expressionless face, then walked to the roadside on foot and took a taxi to the company, without disturbing Shun Han the whole time.
When the lights were turned off, she was Yan Han's personal bedding. When she left the room, she was the chief secretary to the president of Yan's Group.
As soon as she arrived at the company, she got everything ready and stood outside the conference room waiting for people with a cold expression. Everyone passing by her greeted her politely and fawningly.
At seven twenty-eight, the president's exclusive elevator made a sound.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, retreated out of the conference room, and stood intently.
Yan Han's height is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and he carries an air of intimidation from a distance, not to mention his thin lips and white complexion. His face is always tense, and he is born to be ruthless.
Song Xiang is 1.68 meters tall and looks weak in front of him.
Yan Han didn't even look at her, as if the man who had an affair with Song Xiang last night was not him.
The meeting was long, so Song Xiang went back to the secretary's office midway to order breakfast for Yan Han.
She was studying the menu when Li Shan, who was also the secretary, came to her side and said, "Sister Xiang, have you seen Mr. Yan's afternoon schedule?"
Song Xiang looked up, "What's wrong?"
Li Shan clicked her tongue and whispered: "Mr. Yan is having a dinner tonight with that Shine Asia Pacific President Louis."
Song Xiang turned around this person's information in his mind, and then remembered it.
Louis is a notorious white man who likes to harass female employees because of his special status. He even drugged the secretary-general of a cooperative company before. It is said that he even dared to pester Yan Zhenzhen, Yan Yanhan's aunt, and he was completely unscrupulous.
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If Yan Han wanted to go, he would definitely have to bring his secretary with him. Others in the secretary's office would definitely not be willing, so Li Shan came over to inquire about the news.
Song Xiang twitched the corners of his lips and said calmly: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan may not take us there."
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the secretary's room was pushed open, and the newcomer Xiao Zhao came in with his head raised and looked at Song Xiang carefully.
"Sister Xiang, Mr. Yan is looking for you."
Song Xiang quickly placed an order for the restaurant and left the secretary's office without changing her expression.
She had been following Yan Han for five years. Not long after she entered the company, the man took her to the bed in the lounge. Although she had encountered difficult customers in the past few years, Yan Han had never let her do anything dirty.
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In the office, Yan Han finished signing a document smoothly and spoke without raising his head.
"Go and clean up, there's a dinner party tonight."
Song Xiang paused slightly.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Yan Han frowned slightly and looked up at her, "Song Xiang?"
Song Xiang came back to his senses, his expression remained the same, "Yes."
Yan Han threw the document to her with a slightly cold expression, "How many years have you been following me?"
Song Xiang couldn't figure out what he meant, so he said calmly: "Five years."
"Put yourself right and do your job well."
"yes."
Song Xiang walked out the door without changing his expression, his palms feeling cold.
After using Xiaomi for five years, CEO Yan Da may be tired of it and is ready to find an opportunity to leave her to the next person.
She returned to the secretary's office with a normal expression, ate grapes all afternoon, and put a dagger into her bag.
If you are attacked, you can give yourself a knife to wake up.