Yan Han stood in front of Song Xiang, and the bodyguards carrying the stretcher did not dare to step forward. They moved back and forth, looking very funny.
"Mr. Yan, we have a regular board meeting today. It's not a good idea to go in on a stretcher." Zhao Zhe suddenly reminded Yan Han.
Song Xiang frowned. What kind of words are you talking about? Is it because she affects the company's image?
"You keep giving me trouble, and I'm really in trouble." Yan Han looked cold and had an impatient tone.
Question marks flashed across the screen above Song Xiang's head, not knowing what this meant.
Then, Yan Han raised his chin, looked down, and said in a reluctant and respectful tone: "I can carry you in."
Song Xiang: "...No need."
Then I would rather die of shame.
She raised her hand and gestured to Yan Han, "Please give way, it's not easy to get the stretcher."
Yan Han crossed his arms across his chest and showed no intention of getting out of the way, "Didn't you hear what Zhao Zhe said? What made you destroy Yan's corporate image like this?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She wiped her face, feeling heartbroken, and turned to look at Li Yan beside her.
"You go up first, I'll walk over by myself, it may take a little time."
Li Yan snorted, glanced at Yan Han, thought about it in his mind, and carefully replied: "You can't waste time. Colleagues in the audit team are all very busy."
Song Xiang's mouth twitched wildly and he gritted his teeth, "Is it...?"
Damn it, do you think I’ve never worked at Yan’s? The most idle people in the entire group are you internal audit dogs, who only do a few things throughout the year.
Song Xiang was complaining wildly in his heart, but his face was speechless. He glanced around and saw that he was a stern and cold person.
Yan Han raised his leg and kicked her foot, "Don't waste time."
Song Xiang's face was swollen with air, and her cheeks were as bulging as a puffer fish.
After holding it in for a long time, she let out a long sigh of relief in the direction of Yan Han.
Don't be angry, you will die if you are angry.
She moved her face and revealed a twisted smile, "Mr. Yan."
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"
Song Xiang stretched out his hands, his eyes full of smiles, and said: "Hug~"
There was a gasp.
Yan Han stood in front of Song Xiang, lowered his head and faced her smiling face, and a pair of arms stretched out towards him.
He raised his thin lips slightly and spoke clearly: "Has your brain been digested by your stomach?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Next to him, except Zhao Zhe, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
Fortunately, Mr. Yan refused, otherwise his world view would have collapsed. This woman is simply crazy and desperate.
It was expected that Song Xiang would be rejected. She just wanted to be disgusted and severely chilled. She had achieved her goal, so she put down her hand indifferently.
She spread her hands and looked at Li Yan with a bit of a rogue expression, "I can't sit on the stretcher, I'm not worthy of hugging me, and I can't walk by myself. What should I do?"
Li Yan opened his mouth, but he was worried that he would say the wrong thing, so he simply remained silent.
Seeing that Li Yan didn't respond, Song Xiang looked up at Yan Han and generously suggested: "How about letting the audit team come to the car to interrogate me?"
He gave her a stern look and snorted rudely, "Are you worthy of this kind of treatment?"
Song Xiang pouted, "Yes, I'm not worthy."
She smacked her lips and wanted to say a few more words, but Yan Yanhan who was standing in front of her suddenly turned around.
Before she had time to react, Yan Han had already turned his back to her and took one of her arms.
"Yan...Mr. Yan?"
Song Xiang looked at Yan Han who suddenly bent over and was at a loss. His mouth opened wide. Before he could finish his words, he was already pulled onto his back by Yan Han.
He actually carried her?
The people next to him also all had dull eyes, and their bodies stiffened to make way for Yan Han, unable to squeeze out a single word.
Yan Han carried Song Xiang to the underground garage elevator and found that Zhao Zhe hadn't moved. He couldn't help frowning and reminded in a deep voice: "Elevator!"
Zhao Zhe reacted, quickly followed, and pressed the elevator button quickly.
Ding--
The elevator bell suddenly appeared, causing Song Xiang, whose brain had been frozen, to wake up with a jolt.
She lay on Yan Han's back, and could clearly feel his broad and strong back. Through a thin layer of shirt, their body temperature was in contact with each other, which actually made her heart beat faster than the previous close contact.
Tsk, this is unnecessary, it would be better to carry it in on a stretcher.
Song Xiang was a little angry, annoyed that Shun Han had crossed the boundary, as if he was deliberately teasing her.