Duan Ge and Wen Xin both widened their eyes, and only Lu Zechen showed a weird smile.
Song Xiang shrank down, a little unsure, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "No need..."
"Yan's stock price cannot withstand your second attempt." Yan Han interrupted Song Xiang again.
Song Xiang was speechless and looked up at Duan Ge, wanting him to put him down first.
Duan Ge saw something was wrong and immediately objected, "How dare you follow him? He can take you anywhere just by stepping on the accelerator."
Song Xiang agreed with Duan Ge's words in her heart, but she couldn't express it, otherwise it would seem that she was coveting her to avoid severe cold.
She patted Duan Ge on the shoulder and whispered: "Put me down first."
Duan Ge was unhappy, glared at Yan Han, lowered his head and complained to Song Xiang, "Don't let me go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Han suddenly moved his steps and finally walked out of the elevator.
Lu Zechen followed him out and blew his fingers exaggeratedly, "I keep pressing the elevator button, it's so tiring."
Song Xiang pursed her lips, tensed her body, and looked at Yan Han with some uncertainty, "Please..." and so on.
She didn't have a chance to finish her words, Yan Han walked up to her and Duan Ge, caught him by surprise, raised his leg and kicked Duan Ge.
Duan Ge was defenseless, his knees instinctively bent and he knelt down on one knee.
He was still holding Song Xiang and tilted his body, so Song Xiang was "thrown" out.
Yan Han had the geographical advantage and successfully reached Song Xiang just by raising his hands.
Song Xiang only felt that he had been rolled around, and he was still at a loss. His whole body had already reached Yan Han's arms.
She was so shocked that she grabbed Yan Han's collar.
"Mr. Yan!" Wenxin called from behind, with a very unwilling tone.
Lu Zechen stepped out very presciently, and when Duan Ge was about to get up, he suddenly stood in front of Yan Han and shamelessly hooked Duan Ge's neck.
"Young man, calm down."
Duan Ge was entangled by Lu Zechen, Yan Han just turned around and easily carried Song Xiang into the elevator.
Wen Xin wanted to follow him, but was met with a cold look.
"You can get off work."
Yan Han said a word without any emotion, and pressed the elevator floor with the hand that hugged Song Xiang's waist.
The elevator door slowly closed, blocking Wen Xin's shocked eyes and cutting off Song Xiang's desire to live.
Song Xiang was hugged by Yan Han, and his whole body was stiff. It was more like a hug than a hug.
"Mr. Yan, if you carry me out like this, Mr. Yan will still be on the hot search tomorrow."
Yan Han glanced steadily and stated the reason: "What rich person doesn't have one or two tidbits of news?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She didn't move her hands, and she didn't even dare to move her legs. She maintained a funny posture and was carried downstairs by the man.
There were many people working overtime in the building. Yan Han probably chose the route with the largest number of onlookers on purpose.
Song Xiang was surrounded by people all the way, her heart beating so fast that her pale face was filled with a pitiful color.
After finally staying away from the crowd, Yan Han went directly to the underground parking lot.
She quickly straightened up and reminded Yan Han: "The paparazzi loves to be in the parking lot."
Yan Han glanced at her and said in a strange tone, "That's a coincidence. My car also likes to stay in the parking lot."
The corners of Song Xiang's mouth twitched slightly, and the tension disappeared instantly, and the mentality of breaking the jar emerged.
She relaxed her body, leaned into Yan Han's arms, and said quietly: "Mr. Yan, you don't have to target me."
Yan Han frowned, wanting to ridicule this woman for thinking too much. How could he be in the mood to target a small character like her?
Song Xiang said again: "At least we have slept together for five years, so there must be some affection, right?"
Yan Han stepped into the parking lot, and when he heard Song Xiang's words, he also heard the sound of pressing the shutter.
With a calm expression, he went straight to the source of the sound.
The paparazzi was frightened by the death stare and jerked the lens.
There was a clang, the camera must have broken.
Yan Lenghuan hummed, looked away, and walked to his car with Song Xiang in his arms.
Song Xiang saw that Yan Han was silent, swallowed his saliva, and kept up his efforts, "Although I have caused you a lot of trouble recently, it is all within the scope of what you can bear. For the sake of my good behavior for five years,
Can't you show your dignity?"
Yan Han opened the car door and threw Song Xiang into the back seat.
One second Song Xiang was playing the emotional card, and the next second he was feeling dizzy.
Yan Han didn't care about her life or death at all, he slammed the car door, pulled off his tie, and walked to the front seat with a gloomy expression.
Song Xiang waited in the back seat for a long time before getting up. Just as she sat down, Yan Han suddenly started the car again, and she was thrown onto the seat again by the inertia.
Depend on--
After all the soft talk, he actually still shamed himself.
She lowered her head, letting her hair cover her face, and cursed softly where Shun Han couldn't see her.
"What are you scolding me for?" The man's sinister voice floated from the front seat.
Song Xiang quickly looked up, "No!"
Yan Yan snorted, "You have been using this trick for five years to cover your face with your hair and then curse."