Chapter 104 I am wronged that President Yan eats instant noodles
ten minutes later
Song Xiang carried the thermos bucket upstairs, feeling anxious and weak, so weak that even her smile was a bit forced.
When she got out of the elevator, Yan Han hadn't finished the meeting yet. She quickly slipped into the office, took a large plate from the built-in small dining room, and poured out the contents of the thermos bucket.
The vulgarity means the elegance. Yan Han has never tasted this stuff before, so there is no way he can taste it.
In order to enhance the sophistication of the noodles on the plate, she also garnished them with two green vegetables, which were the dishes she had just ordered from the mall.
After doing all this, she sat at the dining table and waited quietly for Yan Han to appear.
Click, the door is opened.
Yan Han came in from the outside with another cold face. When he saw Song Xiang sitting in the restaurant, he just glanced at her coldly.
Song Xiang stood up and said with a smile, "Today's lunch is noodles. You should eat some first, otherwise it won't taste good."
Yan Han threw off his suit jacket and pulled off his tie with a bad tone: "If Yan's stock price didn't fluctuate because someone was seeking death, I should have had lunch twenty minutes ago."
Song Xiang thought to herself, it's impossible, your lunch was smashed by me just twenty minutes ago.
The smile on her face remained unchanged, her hands were clasped behind her back, "It's all my fault for delaying your lunch."
Yan Yanhan glanced at her sideways, wondering if she had something in her head. Logically speaking, she shouldn't be so good.
He walked to the dining table, glanced at the contents on the plate, and stirred it twice with a knife and fork.
"Is this made by my aunt at home?"
"Ramen!" Song Xiang leaned over and said with a smile, "It looks delicious at first glance."
Yan Han ignored her, sat down opposite her, and rolled up his sleeves.
He was probably really hungry. He picked up the knife and fork, rolled up the noodles and put them in his mouth. His movements were smooth and elegant, just like sitting in a high-end restaurant eating French food.
When Song Xiang saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Gou probably didn't notice.
She also had a portion, and ate it carefully. When Yan Han finished eating, she didn't even take a few bites.
After Yan Han finished eating, he took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth and threw it into the trash can not far away.
He leaned back and looked at Song Xiang: "You must eat it often, so it's not to your liking."
Song Xiang's alarm bells blared in his head. He bit his noodles and looked over, "How could it be possible? I don't have an aunt who is a senior chef in my family."
"How much does it cost to buy a pack?" Yan Han asked expressionlessly.
The noodles in Song Xiang's mouth slipped out, and he froze on the opposite side, his expression gradually breaking down.
Yan Han rolled up his sleeves, opened his posture, and looked at her with a sneer, "Do you think I've never even eaten instant noodles?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She only hesitated for a moment and blurted out: "It was your bodyguard who suggested me to do this."
Yan Han was moved and shameless by her betrayal of her teammates, and said in a mocking tone: "Why didn't you say that the original meal was stolen by the bodyguard?"
Song Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed twice.
"You exchanged a hundred thousand yuan lunch for worthless instant noodles. How do we calculate the bill?" Yan Han said aggressively.
Song Xiang didn't think he was interested in 100,000 yuan and instant noodles. He was only interested in teasing people. She just happened to bump into him when he was interested.
"It broke when I got off the bus for lunch." She pushed up the sunglasses on her face, a little helpless, "In order not to delay your lunch..."
"When will you be disfigured?" Yan Han suddenly interrupted her, and the topic suddenly went to a faraway place.
Song Xiang was stunned and blinked behind his sunglasses, "It may take a while."
"Looking at your face every day, my appetite will be greatly reduced." Yan Yan said coldly.
Song Xiang bit her inner lip and thought, you had a strong appetite when you ate just now!
She was so slapped that her chest was so tight that she was about to say something when Xue Mi knocked on the door again.
"Mr. Yan, the documents and contracts from the meeting just now need your signature."
Yan Han didn't even turn his head and just ignored it.
Xue Mi had no choice but to carefully open the door and put the documents and contract on the desk.
Yan Han looked at Song Xiang and gave her a look, "Go and get it."
Damn, I'm not your maid.
Song Xiang complained in his heart, and his actions were not ambiguous at all, and he quickly took over the documents and contracts.
Yan Han closed his eyes, held his forehead with one hand, and said, "Read."
Song Xiang: "..."
Do you think of yourself as an ancient emperor?
She wanted to sneer, but her actions went against her true intentions. She sat wisely next to Yan Han and reported the most important parts of the documents and contracts.
"Can I sign?" Song Xiang asked.
Yan Han: "Go get the pen yourself."
Damn it! I really plan to become a hands-off shopkeeper.
Song Xiang rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, stood up and went to get Yan Han's private seal and pen.
She took off the pen cap and handed it to Yan Han.
Yan Han didn't open his eyes, and moved his thin lips, "Signing will exhaust you to death?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then understood. She was startled, "Shall I sign on your behalf?"