Yan Han carried Song Xiang to the fourteenth floor. When the elevator opened, the group of people standing outside were all dumbfounded. Even their greetings were stuck in their throats.
Song Xiang lay on Yan Han's back, lowering her head deliberately, with her hair hanging down, just enough to cover most of her face.
Although the man was carrying her on his back, his waist was straight. With a glance, he felt a terrifying pressure.
"Is there nothing to do?"
The dumbfounded people came to their senses instantly, dispersed within a second, and panicked again, forgetting which direction they were supposed to go, and bumped into each other.
Yan Han looked at the messy scene with a dissatisfied look on his face. He was about to reprimand his supervisor when suddenly there was a strong force on his neck.
Song Xiang inadvertently tightened her hand around his neck. When her skin accidentally touched, she quickly let go of her hand. Her reaction was very sensitive.
Yan Han felt that she was being pretentious. They had already done the most intimate things between them, so this little touch was nothing.
With this thought, he deliberately tilted his neck back and pressed directly against Song Xiang's arm.
Song Xiang was lying on her stomach, but the person in front of her suddenly changed his position, and his hair gently brushed her cheek.
It was soft and itchy, making her back feel hairy and there were goosebumps on her arms.
The man walked steadily into the small conference room step by step. As soon as the door closed, he suddenly let go of the person on his back.
Song Xiang was distracted when he was suddenly thrown away and almost fell straight down.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhe helped her from behind and she managed to stand firm.
Yan Han straightened his clothes, with no guilt on his face, and looked directly at Li Yan who was standing by the door.
"Arrange for someone to inquire, don't waste time."
Li Yan was unsure, so he quickly responded and tried to find out something from Yan Han's expression.
Yan Han suddenly raised his eyes, his cold and defensive eyes came through, and Li Yan was so frightened that he quickly looked away.
"Although it is just an inconspicuous sales agency of Yan's, it is related to the goodwill of the company, so don't give anyone face."
He deliberately bit anyone hard, and the direction was obvious.
Song Xiang stood on the edge, moved his lips slightly, and cursed with his mouth.
As soon as she finished scolding, Yan Han seemed to be sensing something and suddenly turned his head.
Song Xiang's lips were slightly opened, and he was suddenly caught, and even the movement of closing his mouth stopped.
She tugged at the corners of her lips with difficulty and forced out a smile, pretending to be stupid.
Yan Yan coolly looked away, put one hand in his pocket, walked out of the conference room with long legs, and ignored Song Xiang.
With a click, the conference room door closed.
Song Xiang could only see Yan Han's back through the glass door.
He had no intention of looking back, as if the provocative details just now were not his doing.
Song Xiang licked her lips, feeling disgusted with herself, as her concentration was indeed not enough.
"Miss Song, please sit down first." Li Yan reminded. Although Yan Yanhan was rude to Song Xiang in his words just now, he intuitively couldn't offend Song Xiang, so he still maintained a polite attitude towards Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stood for a while, her knees were numb from pain, and when she was suddenly reminded to sit down, she felt that her knees would no longer bend.
She moved to the table little by little. Just the movement of bending her legs broke down countless details. It took her a long time to sit down reluctantly.
Li Yan watched her sit down and then went out to call someone.
Song Xiang sat alone in the conference room, racking her brains to think of countermeasures and clenching her fists to hold back the pain.
Time passed by, but no one from the audit team showed up, and even Li Yan was nowhere to be seen.
Song Xiang wanted to go out and ask, but felt that her current status was embarrassing, so it was better to stay out of trouble.
She gritted her teeth, took out a tissue, gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and encouraged herself from the bottom of her heart.
However, for the next two hours, from noon to early afternoon, no one entered the small conference room.
Occasionally, a little secretary passed by. Song Xiang called out from his seat, but the other party pretended not to hear and walked over with his neck held high.
Song Xiang smiled bitterly in her heart. When she was the chief secretary, she didn't seem to have offended these people. Why did she suddenly become a street rat?
She was puzzled, but after a moment, the answer suddenly appeared in front of her.
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a woman wearing standard ol' attire walked in, with an evil aura all over her body.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming, "Lin Yu?"
The woman wore red glasses, had a cold face, and looked like a "teaching director" in every gesture. When she heard the surprise in Song Xiang's tone, the corners of her lips curled up in pride.
"I thought Secretary-General Song was a noble person who forgot things, but I didn't expect that he would still remember a little person like me."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yes, this opening statement sounds like a posthumous settlement of accounts.
This Lin Yu was her secretary at the same time and was originally qualified to compete for the position of chief secretary. However, she took the wrong path of Yan Han and won the position of chief secretary in an unsatisfactory way.
Lin Yu was unhappy, so he took the initiative to transfer. He didn't expect to meet him on such an occasion today.
Song Xiang was speechless. Sure enough, when a person is unlucky, he would stuff his teeth with cold water.