Song Xiang had already made up her mind that she would not confront Mr. Yan about this matter because the two parties involved had no chance to speak.
Yan Zhenzhen didn't dare, because once she told the truth, she would reveal the fact that she was trying to use the problematic financial report to plot Yan Han, and then she herself would be in trouble.
Her smartest way is to knock out her teeth and swallow the blood, and then quietly investigate afterwards.
As for Louis, there is a high probability that he will be caught. Before Mr. Yan can deal with him, Yan Han will definitely take action.
Yan Han wouldn't let him talk nonsense, because...
"I am yours, do you think Mr. Yan will believe it if you say I harmed Miss Yan?"
The dim light from the lamp on the wall cast a shadow on Song Xiang's face. When she raised her head, the calculation and cunning in her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Yan Han looked at her and sneered, "My person?"
Song Xiang's eyes flickered and she smiled, "Who would believe that I'm not yours?"
Yan Han had a fake smile on his face, staring into Song Xiang's eyes, smiling instead of angry, "If you have the ability to trick me, why do you want two demands from me?"
Song Xiang's throat went dry, guilt flashed through her eyes, and her fear was quickly suppressed.
She is not as calm as she appears, and she relies entirely on her airs to support herself.
"No one will live long if they are prepared for any danger."
Smiling harshly and coldly, he turned half sideways, suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked her.
Song Xiang looked at that hand, a little hesitant.
"Aren't you mine? What are you afraid of?" Yan Yanhan said in a provocative tone.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, stood up, and stretched out his hand.
Just when she leaned half of her body weight on her, Yan Han suddenly withdrew his hand.
Song Xiang jumped into the air and half-lyed on the tatami.
damn thing!
She lowered her head and bit her lip, a little embarrassed, not wanting to see the sarcasm in Yan Han's eyes at this moment.
He put down his legs, leaned closer, and even reached out his hand to brush away the hair from her ears.
"Tell me, who did you borrow your courage from?"
His voice was gentle and unprecedented, but it made Song Xiang feel chills running down his spine.
She was also wearing sunglasses, which looked very ridiculous compared with the high-end style of painting in the room.
"Do I need to borrow it? I've been cornered."
She smiled bitterly, reached out and took off the sunglasses on her face, and slowly raised her head.
Yan Han could not help frowning when he saw her face clearly, and the sarcastic smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Song Xiang touched her face and murmured to herself: "It's just my face this time. If I don't fight back, she will kick her nose in my face and kill me directly."
Yan Han looked away and said in a cold tone, "You went to that alley yourself and gave her a chance."
"If you don't give her a chance, she will find other opportunities." Song Xiang continued, staring firmly at Yan Han's face.
"So you are looking for someone to destroy her innocence, or are you someone like Lewis?" Yan Han glanced down.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, stood up again, and knelt down at Yan Han's feet.
"You are overthinking. I'm not that bold. If I really do that, Miss Yan will try her best to kill me."
The corner of Yan Yanhan's lips twitched in a mocking arc, and he said quietly: "You think you are accurate, so you are not afraid of things going wrong?"
There was no emotion in Song Xiang's eyes. She raised her eyes and said, "I'm very precise about the timing. Even if something happens, it means that evil people will be rewarded. Yan Zhenzhen deserves it."
Yan Han was a little surprised. He turned his face and looked closely at Song Xiang's eyes.
"Is it because of that car and her hitting you?"
Song Xiang shook his head and said word by word, "There is also a cup of hot coffee from two years ago."
She remembered clearly that the entire secretary office was there that day, and Yan Zhenzhen poured a cup of scalding coffee directly on her face.
She would never forget that feeling.
Yan Han was silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and reached out to grab Song Xiang's chin.
"Why didn't I know you were so vindictive?"
Song Xiang raised her chin and met his eyes, "How can I be your personal secretary if you see such a vicious side of me?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "private secretary", not sure if it was to excite Yan Shu or to disgust herself.
Yan Han stared at her, rubbing her chin with his fingertips, pursed his lips and said nothing.
When Song Xiang looked at him like this, his heartbeat that had just calmed down began to accelerate again.
Yan Han was just looking at her, then suddenly leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
His movement was so sudden that Song Xiang didn't even have a chance to hide.
After the severe cold kiss, he gently caressed the side of Song Xiang's face, his eyes were very gentle.
But Song Xiang felt very uncomfortable. His eyes were like teasing a kitten or puppy, which made her whole body's defense mechanism activate to the maximum, and she almost couldn't help but open his hand.
Yan Han squinted his eyes, traced Song Xiang's face, and said: "Song Xiang, if you were so interesting earlier, you really wouldn't have to suffer some hardships."
interesting?
Song Xiang didn't understand what he meant, so he backed away slightly to avoid his "touching the dog" action.
Yan Han took back his hand, put his elbows on his knees, looked into Song Xiang's eyes and spoke.
"Go back to the secretary's office and I'll give you double the treatment you received before."
Song Xiang suddenly understood, and his heartbeat calmed down.
She straightened her back calmly and moved a little further away from Yan Han.