Chapter 118 One hundred million bought you for five years
With his mind returning to his senses, Song Xiang stepped back a little and glanced timidly to the side.
"The opportunity to get close to you is precious, and I think it should be left to young people."
Yan Han's hands were hanging in the air, and the slight smile on his face instantly disappeared.
He sat back in the chair, impatiently opened the two buttons of his collar, and tapped his back molar with the tip of his tongue, "Song Xiang, don't be too ignorant."
Song Xiang could feel some anger when she heard his tone. She didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore and thought about the words over and over in her heart.
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief and was able to maintain his indifferent mood, not looking like he was about to get angry.
However, the calmer he was, the more scared Song Xiang became.
She watched him pick up the document, gently twist the seal with his fingers, and slowly take out the contents.
"I drafted it myself on the way back just now." He was talking to himself, not sure whether he was talking to Song Xiang or to himself.
Song Xiang bit her inner lip and couldn't help but glance at the document.
Yan Han did not look at her and continued: "Extend the contract for five years. When the contract expires, you will get 100 million."
When he said this, he glanced at Song Xiang: "Of course, if you think it's not enough, you can add more."
Song Xiang instantly knew what he had in his hand, a labor contract, to be precise... a bonding contract.
Her breathing gradually slowed down, and she could vaguely hear her heartbeat. She spoke carefully when she opened her mouth, "Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, I still refuse."
Yan Han ignored it, put the document in his hand, stood up and walked towards the bookshelf.
Song Xiang saw him take a signature pen, open the cap of the pen smoothly, then walk up to her, and throw two things in front of her condescendingly.
"Sign it yourself, don't let me do it."
Song Xiang was furious. She knelt down and picked up the documents in front of her. She glanced at Yan Han.
Suddenly, she used force with both hands and tried to tear the document directly.
"Song Xiang!"
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yan Yan lowered himself on one knee and grabbed Song Xiang's hands with both hands.
"The file is backed up. If you tear it up, I can print out 10,000 copies." He frowned and looked at the woman in front of him like a fool.
Song Xiang wanted to take her hand out first, but Yan Han used too much force and she could only maintain her kneeling position, which was very uncomfortable.
"Sign it, and I'll let you go." Yan Han saw her embarrassment.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go first."
Yan Han let go in response, obviously not worried about her playing tricks.
Song Xiang was going crazy and couldn't think of a way for a while. This ghost place didn't even leave her any room to escape.
Yan Han squatted half in front of her, staring at her every move with cold eyes, his attitude was determined to win.
Song Xiang had no choice but to struggle to his death. The moment he looked at her, he stood up suddenly and ran to the door "risking his own life".
Yan Han raised his eyelids, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the woman's waist.
A plop.
Song Xiang changed from flying to falling on the tatami.
Yan Han's patience was about to run out. He came closer, picked up Song Xiang from the ground, held her waist and pressed her on the small tatami table.
Song Xiang was hugged from behind by him, and he had no room for resistance. The next second, a pen was stuffed into his hand.
Yan Han held her hand and pressed it on the paper forcefully. A cold voice hit her ear, "Sign."
Song Xiang struggled with all his strength, and his whole arm was shaking.
She gritted her teeth and said, "It's not sweet if you twist it."
Yan Yan snorted, "Did I tell you that I love sweets?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"Severe cold!"
Song Xiang took a breath and suddenly turned around in Yan Han's arms!
Yan Han was shocked by her sudden movement, but he still held her in his arms with his backhand and put away the pen for the time being.
Their eyes met, and her breath just fell on his chin.
Song Xiang was sweating all over and took a deep breath to calm down.
"I can't sign the contract. Even if I sign it, I will appeal."
She raised her head and looked at Yan Han steadily, "Mr. Yan, I have been playing with you for five years, you don't want me to really play with you for another five years, right?"
"Whoever you work for is not a job, who can give you 100 million?" Yan Han looked down at the woman in his arms.
Song Xiang smiled sarcastically, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Yan Han, and said word by word, "Is the job you gave me a serious job?"
She knew very well in her heart that this bitch was just blinded by sex and spent money on her to have fun.
"You have been doing this kind of unfair work for five years." Yan Han's tone was indifferent, and he could not empathize with Song Xiang at all.
Song Xiang clenched his hands and said, "I've been doing it for a long time and I'm tired of it. I don't want to do it anymore!"
"Do you owe it?" Yan Han frowned, impatient to argue with her, and his eyes fell on her lips that moved back and forth.
Song Xiang realized what he was looking at and quickly stepped back, but there was only a table behind him.
The next second, Yan Han leaned forward and grabbed her pink lips without hesitation.