Lin Yu saw that Song Xiang's leg was seriously injured, and when he looked up, he could easily see the fine beads of sweat at Song Xiang's hairline.
She snorted strangely, picked up the notes on the table, and said, "Okay, let's find someone else."
After saying that, she stepped on her high heels, deliberately making a loud noise, and slammed the door when she closed it.
Song Xiang made sure Lin Yu left, slowly opened her eyes, and her lips trembled inadvertently.
She had moved several times just now, which affected the injury on her leg. The pain was so painful that she almost collapsed on the spot.
Lin Yu most likely saw it and left now, obviously to leave her alone.
She barely ate breakfast and skipped lunch. After careful calculation, she had not eaten for nearly fifteen hours.
If you continue like this, your body will really break down.
Song Xiang lowered his head, thinking at the table, and wanted to get out as soon as possible.
She thought about it in her mind, and then took out her mobile phone to send messages, one to Zhao Zhe and the other to Gu Lian.
Zhao Zhe helped her check out Wang Yong's hidden clue, and Gu Lian could help her figure out the hidden clue.
All she has to do now is wait for news about Gu Lian and wait for Lin Yu to lose her temper.
Time passed by, hunger and exhaustion attacked repeatedly, and my brain soon became a little dizzy.
The people outside took over Lin Yu's arrangement and didn't even plan to hand over a glass of water.
Song Xiang closed his eyes and was half-conscious, but his thoughts remained awake throughout.
A few images flashed through her mind. A few hours ago, Yan Han bent down in front of her and carried her on his back with smooth movements.
He did many intimate things to her, but he never seemed to turn his back on her.
She had fallen in love with him many times, but she had never had such a thing as a sense of security.
It must be that the body is too tired, so the mind is not clear and there is a strange feeling.
Song Xiang shook her head, and then she felt her brain was sloshing around. She quickly stopped and took several deep breaths.
She shook off the shadow of Shun Han and counted silently in her mind. She even half-hoped that if she fainted, the people outside would probably be scared to death.
It's a pity that my acting skills are not good, otherwise I could pretend to be dizzy.
Song Xiang closed her eyes, smiling bitterly and sighing, looking nervous.
Behind the camera, the man saw her little movement, frowned again and again, and casually threw the document in his hand to Zhao Zhe.
"Did she text you?"
Zhao Zhe made a move, panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly wanted to explain.
Yan Han didn't give him a chance to speak, and said in a determined tone, "She sent a message, and then your phone rang."
Zhao Zhe was speechless.
He opened his mouth and stepped forward bravely.
"Mr. Yan, Sister Xiang just asked me to help investigate the business transactions between her and Wang Yong. She has no other intentions."
Yan Han remained silent and casually pulled out another document.
"Is she your mother? You are so obedient."
Zhao Zhe: "..."
"Mr. Yan hired you to create value, not to run errands for unrelated people." Yan Han signed his name on the document, put down the pen and looked at Zhao with a sharp look.
Zhe, "What are you still doing standing here?"
Zhao Zhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and as if he was receiving an amnesty, he quickly took two steps back and quickly left the office.
He closed the door, thought carefully about Yan Han's words, and thought about it twice.
It seems that Mr. Yan did not directly say that he could not help...
He thought for a while, handed the document in his hand to Xue Mi, and went downstairs to the marketing department in person.
The first rule of secretaries is to correctly understand the priority of events. He understands it.
In the office, Yan Han vetoed several project plans in succession, and his expression became increasingly foul.
He raised his head and saw the woman on the screen.
"Is this death?"
He was motionless, and the rise and fall of his chest had disappeared.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xiang smacked his lips as if he could hear him.
Turns out he's not dead yet.
The man snorted softly and lost the mood to read the document. He completely put down the pen in his hand and leaned back in his chair to look at the person in the camera.
The words that Duan Ge wanted to marry Song Xiang ran through his mind, and the next second he thought it was very ridiculous. Someone actually wanted to marry Song Xiang. Are you sick?