In the middle of the trip, Song Xiang excused himself to go to the restroom, but calmed down in the cubicle.
The sky full of honey was something she didn't expect.
Just as I was thinking about it, my phone vibrated.
Yan Han: "I'm here."
???
Song Xiang was at a loss and couldn't react in time. He sent another message, but there was no reply.
When I opened the door and went out, I happened to meet a director. The one I had just met was a Chinese woman named Nancy. She was in charge of Nanrong's jewelry industry in South Africa. She was covered in jewels.
Song Xiang walked over and exchanged smiles appropriately.
The other party glanced at her but didn't say anything. After a long while, he looked at Song Xiang in the mirror and spoke in artificial English.
"Miss Rong suddenly returned to the Rong family, are you still used to it?"
Yo?
This flavor doesn't sound like honey.
After listening to the compliments for two hours, Song Xiang suddenly became energetic when he heard these words.
"Well enough."
"Is it okay?" Nancy clicked her tongue twice, pinched her waist with one hand, and looked at Song Xiang straightforwardly, "Please forgive my bluntness, your appreciation of fashion and jewelry is really average."
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, his teeth itching with excitement.
Seeing her silence, Nancy sighed again and said in a strange tone: "If you had grown up next to Mr. Rong, you would not have such shallow aesthetics."
Song Xiang took out a tissue, wiped his fingers slowly, and said to the mirror: "If I grew up by my father's side, if nothing else happened, you should call me Honorary Director now."
Nancy frowned, her delicate eyebrows showing a bit of displeasure.
Song Xiang threw away the tissue and turned to look at her, "If that were the case, a shallow woman like you would not appear in the management of Nanrong Group."
Nancy's eyes widened.
Song Xiang smiled and turned around on her high heels.
From a distance, I saw the conference room behind the glass, and my sense of fighting aroused.
Open the door, greet all kinds of people naturally, and then invite everyone to go out and visit the headquarters downstairs first.
There are too many people and the elevators are divided into batches.
If you go through it layer by layer, it won't be a big problem.
Halfway through, there was an obvious banging sound, which came from downstairs.
"Ah, there was a car accident!" a clerk by the window said.
Song Xiang was talking to the two presidents of Country Y. When he heard this sentence, he subconsciously glanced over.
The clerk caught the look and thought he had said something wrong, so he quickly retreated.
"It seems to be a Bentley, and there are several cars behind it."
"Rich man."
There were too many people around, so I didn't know where the two small comments came from.
Song Xiang keenly caught the word Bentley and immediately thought of Yan Han.
She said hello to the two people in front of her and quickly sent a message to Yan Han, but received no response.
Called, no one answered.
My heart skipped a beat.
Not caring about the presence of many important people, she avoided the crowd and quickly found Mr. Wu's secretary to inquire about the car accident downstairs.
The secretary hurriedly called the front desk, but the front desk didn't know. They only said that it didn't seem to be an ordinary person and the scene was cordoned off.
Song Xiang's hands and feet were cold. He ignored the secretary and turned around and went to the elevator.
bite--
The elevator opens.
She was about to rush in subconsciously, but she met familiar eyes.
The man suddenly burst into view, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a coat covering his face, his hands in his pockets, and he was unparalleledly handsome.
Song Xiang was stunned, "You..."
Yan Han walked out of the elevator, followed by Zhao Zhe and Yan Song, plus a bunch of bodyguards.
"Are you going to pick me up?"
When Song Xiang heard his lighthearted joke, the soul that suddenly flew away rushed straight into his body.