Yan Han's fire came out of nowhere, Song Xiang was confused, and Wen Xin was frozen in place.
She worked hard to prepare a table of dishes, and originally thought she would get some praise and praise from him, but she didn't expect to be treated so coldly.
The little girl couldn't hold back her tears and cried on the spot.
Yan Han became even more irritated, turned his head and said, "Get out."
Wen Xin covered her face, unable to hide her cry, turned around and ran out crying loudly.
Song Xiang clicked her tongue twice and looked at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, aren't you going a little too far?"
"Isn't it too much for you to bring such a vase to me?" Yan Yan asked rhetorically.
Song Xiang was speechless and pointed at himself, "Me?"
She laughed angrily, leaned back, looked at Yan Han and said, "Mr. Yan, this person came to the interview site as soon as you called and let me pass directly."
"I think people are superficial, are you, the interviewer, superficial too?" Yan Han did not hesitate to demean himself but also wanted to cause trouble for Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was speechless. She stood up and started to put away the bowls and chopsticks.
"You should be lucky that under the command of such a superficial leader like you, I chose Zhao Zhe."
She hummed twice and took away the leftovers one by one.
Yan Han sat in his seat, his eyes glued to her back, always feeling uncomfortable, his fingertips gently rubbing the edge of the chair handle, thinking about what he wanted to say just now.
He feels that this woman has become less like a robot recently and has become more interesting. Moreover, she is smart enough and it is not impossible for her to come back and continue to be the chief secretary.
If it weren't for warmth, he would have asked just now.
I was interrupted in the middle, my anger was rising, and the righteousness that came out of my mouth suddenly disappeared.
He held his chin with one hand, thinking about how to pass on this "gift" to Song Xiang.
As long as the woman opens her mouth, he will allow her to come back and continue to be his secretary.
"Mr. Yan, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I have to leave now."
Song Xiang came out of the kitchen with a calm expression and a respectful attitude, "You don't need anything else, right?"
Yan Han looked at her, a little awkward, "What about you?"
Song Xiang was confused, "Me?"
Yan Han straightened his shirt, looked out the window, and said casually: "I have two requests. When will you make them?"
Song Xiang thought to himself, it's not too far away, maybe you will have to save my dog's life tonight.
She put her hands in front of her and smiled slightly, "I have to put this trump card of yours last. You won't be able to use it easily."
Yan Han didn't look at her, and tapped the chair with his fingers. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, packed up his things, and slowly moved towards the door.
"What date is the auto show?" Yan Han suddenly asked.
Song Xiang was startled and stopped, "Are you interested?"
Yan Han frowned, "I was afraid that you would delay preparing lunch for me on the day of the car show."
Song Xiang breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She didn't want Yan Han to join in the fun. The border town couldn't afford to wait for the emperor's arrival, and she didn't have the energy to deal with it.
She stood at the door and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I will coordinate the time."
After saying that, she glanced at Yan Han.
The man's back was facing her, and from her perspective, she could only see his three-dimensional silhouette and the slightly depressed corners of his mouth.
Song Xiang judged based on experience that Mr. Yan was in a bad mood now, so it was best not to wander around in front of him.
She opened the door carefully, moved a little bit, and quickly got out while Shun Han didn't turn around.
Breathing in the outside air, she felt that the pressure in her lungs was reduced a lot.
Just as she was patting her chest, Xue Mi came up to her and shook her phone at her, "Sister Xiang, I did a good job, didn't I?"
Song Xiang remembered that she had asked Xue Mi to help take away Wenxin, and then thought of tomorrow's boiled cabbage, and tugged at the corner of her lips helplessly, "Thank you very much."
Xue Mi clenched her cell phone excitedly and was about to gossip when she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but whisper to Song Xiang.
"Be careful with Wen Xin. Mr. Yan is having a dance party at the hotel tonight, and he seems to be planning to take only Wen Wen there with him."
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, "Whose family is it from?"
"Sixteen days." Xue Mi replied, pouting and continued: "President Yan never takes newlyweds to this kind of opening ceremony dance."
The Sixteen Days Hotel chain, the industry leader in the country, holds such banquets for big shots, and generally only experienced secretaries are qualified to accompany them.
What's more, the secretarial industry is too complicated, and there are so many women who hold the title of secretary and do sleazy things.
Song Xiang personally saw two senior executives exchanging secretaries at a cocktail party, and everyone in the room understood it tacitly.
She had followed Yan Han for five years, and although she had never done it herself, she had witnessed a lot.
"If Wen Xin doesn't go, you don't go either." Song Xiang couldn't help but remind Xue Mi.
Xue Mi was slightly stunned, "Is there... a ghost?"
Song Xiang looked around and whispered in Xue Mi's ear: "Sixteenth Vice President Li..."
Xue Mi covered her mouth with a disgusted expression, "I really can't tell."
Song Xiang shrugged, "Be careful. When Wen Xin comes back, remind her that this kind of thing is not a trivial matter, and it is not good for anyone who encounters it."
Although she was annoyed by the little girl's troubles, as a woman, there were some things she really couldn't help but say.
Xue Mi was so frightened that she nodded casually, but did not take Song Xiang's words to heart.