Back in the conference room, the team brought by Yan Han made a brief statement on the current project plan and set a time for system integration.
Song Xiang sat in the chief position and didn't talk much. He only spoke when he was completely sure.
After the meeting was over, she asked someone to book a hotel on the first floor and hold a small dinner.
It wasn't until after nine o'clock that the banquet was basically over.
Yan Han drank a lot and looked drunk. He hugged Song Xiang backstage and refused to let go.
"What a shame."
"What?"
"I don't have a marriage certificate, nor do I have a cohabitation certificate. I was coaxed into spending an astronomical sum of money on a false pretext."
Song Xiang smelled the faint smell of alcohol, turned her face sideways, and met his slightly red eyes.
"Then let me make it up to you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man took a deep breath and looked at her with squinted eyes, "Huh?"
Song Xiang licked her mouth to make sure there was no one around, opened her eyes wide, and whispered: "I will go to your house tonight to ask you for advice on the follow-up of the project?"
Stern Han's eyes lit up, and the alcohol that had been suppressed suddenly rushed into his brain.
He lowered his head and swept the tip of his tongue across his back molars, relaxing his mood.
"Do you really want to go home with me?"
Song Xiang bit her lip, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's not like I've never been there..."
Instantly, there was boiling heat behind my ears.
The man chuckled, suddenly bent down, and tried to lift her up.
Song Xiang was shocked and quickly ran away, "What are you doing!"
There are still people outside.
Yan Han held the wall with one hand, the restraint he usually held evaporated along with the alcohol, and his eyes were full of impatience and unruliness.
"There are plenty of people to greet you, I don't need you." He adjusted his breath, took a step closer, pulled the person back, put it against her ear, his voice was low and hoarse, "You come home with me and learn from me, that's serious
thing."
Bullshit!
Song Xiang blushed at the warmth in his tone and hit his abdomen with her elbow, but did not struggle, "Then I'm going to say hello to Chu Xun."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, extremely impatient.
Thinking of a quick victory, he quickly let go and said, "Go quickly."
Song Xiang snorted and returned to the venue with her skirt in hand.
There were not many people in the venue, and Chu Xun had already returned to the lounge, preparing to return to the Rong family.
"Go ahead. Mr. Yan's betrothal gift is too big. I think my father can understand it."
Chu Xun also drank wine, his eyes were red, and it was rare for him to joke and tease others.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and sincerely called him big brother and thanked him repeatedly.
After saying that, I went out to look for Yan Han, but he couldn't find anyone.
Yan Song waited at the door and said, "The young master is waiting for you in the car."
Is this person really in such a hurry?
Song Xiang trotted out, and from a distance, she saw Yan Han with the car window open, holding his chin with one hand and looking out.
There were many directors around, and two of them wanted to talk to him, but he turned them away with two cold words.
She walked by and greeted everyone in a nice manner.
When he arrived at the car, he quickly pulled her into the car, closed the door, closed the window, and carried her into his arms, all at once.
"It's so annoying."
He ordered someone to drive, pressed his chin on her shoulder, and sighed twice, "When Miss Rong becomes Director Rong from now on, I will not be allowed to make an appointment to see you?"
Song Xiang smiled, avoiding his breath, "Don't make trouble, it's itchy——"
When she said this, Yan Han became more energetic. He closed his eyes and looked for her ticklish flesh everywhere.
The two of them walked all the way to Shogun Villa. Outside the window, they saw a familiar scene, but they had not been there for probably more than a month.