Song Xiang asked for Bo Siyan's phone number and called him to explain his intention.
On the other side of the phone, the man's voice was low and cold. After hearing her intention, he chuckled and said, "What the hell, is Yan Han being pampered by someone?"
Song Xiang: "..."
"Send the list and have it sent over in the afternoon. I guarantee you will get out of the car within a week."
Song Xiang was delighted and thanked him again and again.
Bao Siyan obviously had a cold personality. After hearing her thanks, he quickly hung up the phone without even saying a word.
That afternoon, everything was indeed available.
Song Xiang looked at the calendar and asked someone to book the Dihao Building and book the top three floors.
She originally just wanted to give Yan Han a gift, but in the process of doing it, she also thought about doing something serious, so she might as well take this opportunity to increase Yue Ji's reputation and kill two birds with one stone.
For the next week, she was too busy to keep her feet on the ground, and Yan Han was also busy trying medicine. The two of them could only see each other at night, and Yan Han was allergic to it, so they rarely got close until the day before the car show.
All signs of allergy disappeared.
On that day, Song Xiang invited people from all over the imperial capital in the name of "Rong Yi" and also sent an invitation to Yan Han.
Yan Han was busy in the afternoon when he suddenly received an invitation. There were two large characters printed in the column of the inviter.
——Rong Yi.
No wonder, when I met those people in the afternoon, they were all in a hurry, and their emotions were all going to Song Xiang's banquet.
One day when it snowed heavily, he sat in the car and called Song Xiang.
Always on the phone.
Okay, I'm busy enough that I can only send him an invitation if I have something to do.
He laughed twice and kept beating until he reached the bottom of the Emgrand Building.
I got out of the car, holding my cell phone, and happened to look at the woman in a dress at the door.
The call went through.
The two of them were dozens of meters apart.
"Miss Rong, is it a bit inappropriate to invite your fiancé last?"
Song Xiang: "Sorry, I was too busy and forgot."
Yan Han: "..."
He put down his cell phone and turned to leave.
Song Xiang quickly chased after him and hugged him from behind, "You're kidding!"
It was snowing heavily outside, and the two of them were standing under the building. There were many cars passing by, and acquaintances kept getting out of the car. Seeing this, they thought they were really quarreling.
"Hey, Brother Han has a good family status. My sister-in-law spends a lot of money to celebrate your birthday, but she still dares to show off her face?"
Yan Han was originally accompanying Song Xiang to make trouble. When he heard Yu Tianyu's words, he couldn't help but be startled. He pulled Song Xiang's hand and turned around.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, hugging his right arm and covering his mouth with his hand.
"Give me some face, it's going to be a big deal."
Yan Han had heard her say she wanted to celebrate his birthday before, but he didn't expect her to make it so big.
Half of the media in the imperial capital were here, and she also invited everyone of her generation who she could get along with.
The entire top three floors of the Emgrand Building cost tens of millions anyway. Song Xiang knew how much he was stinging, and he was actually willing to shed such blood for him.
"Will you ask me for reimbursement later?" He whispered in Song Xiang's ear.
Song Xiang grunted and pulled him inside.
"Who are you looking down on?"
As we approached the first floor of the building, the media were already waiting for us. They all came forward in an orderly manner, and no one dared to get too close.
Song Xiang brought the topic to Yue Ji's new car, and only inserted a few words about Yan Han's birthday. Reporters are smart people, so they naturally know how to write.
After entering the elevator, Yan Song and others sat down in the next class knowingly.
As soon as the door closed, the originally quiet man suddenly turned around and quickly pressed Song Xiang against the wall.