Song Xiang was right, they slept together for five years, and there was something there, but it was not feelings but understanding.
Yan Han was aware of every little move she made. In the corner where she was unaware, he captured all her private emotions through the glass of the office.
"I just...just..." Song Xiang wanted to explain that she didn't scold him, but after turning around in a circle, she was a little speechless.
Yan Han saw her reaction through the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrows, "Wasn't it awesome just now?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips and looked out the window, "There are people under the eaves."
"I see you have no intention of bowing your head." Yan Han continued.
Song Xiang held the seat with both hands, a little aggrieved, and said with force: "You always lower your head, and you have to lift your chin occasionally, otherwise the cervical spine will not be able to bear it."
She turned her gaze to Yan Han, just enough to see the man's profile, "Mr. Yan, can I explain to you?"
Yan Han ignored her, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and accelerated again.
Song Xiang had something on his mind and did not notice the dashboard gradually moving to the right. He leaned forward slightly and continued to speak: "Those achievements are indeed not mine. I don't have the ability to win such a big order."
Yan Han narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice, "Did he give you those achievements?"
Song Xiang nodded, "Yes, Wang Yong gave it to me, I can't refuse it."
Yan Han quickly snorted, "Then you are really charming."
Song Xiang didn't want to lose face at this juncture and continued to speak: "I don't have the ability to win those results, but Wang Yong may not really have it. I personally think those lists are weird and need to be investigated."
Yan Han was unmoved and said word by word, "In the Yan Group, everything you say and do must have a basis."
Song Xiang shrugged, "Sorry, I don't have it yet."
"Then be prepared to take the blame and steal performance. According to the employee code, you should be..."
Yan Han suddenly stopped mid-sentence and swallowed the last few words directly.
Song Xiang turned around in his mind, thinking of a possibility, and couldn't help but feel a little excited, "Expelled?"
This is really the best news I have heard tonight. If she had known that she would be fired for stealing performance, she would have done this earlier.
"Once you are expelled, no one in the imperial capital will dare to use you." Yan Han said softly, shattering Song Xiang's dream of saving the country.
She was instantly discouraged and sat back down.
Yan Han felt unhappy when he heard her gasping voice, "The Yan Group is not kind to you, so why don't you go out of your way to leave?"
Song Xiang turned his face sideways and said, "Mr. Yan treats me like an ordinary person, but you are really not mean to me."
Yan Han turned his face slightly and used the corner of his eyes to detect the scene in the corner of the back seat.
Song Xiang turned around, put one hand under his cheek, and told the truth: "I have been working for five years. I should have a new direction in life. Leaving the Yan family is just a work plan."
Yan Han raised his eyelids, slowly tightened his hand on the steering wheel, and turned the steering wheel sharply.
Song Xiang didn't notice that the car suddenly spun around, and she turned sideways again, so she threw herself towards the car door.
With a thud, his forehead hit the car window glass.
After experiencing all kinds of pain in one day, Song Xiang was actually immune to this level of pain.
She held on to her body and got up little by little.
"Mr. Yan, I..."
"If you talk nonsense again, you will suffer." Yan Han cast an unhappy look in the rearview mirror.
Song Xiang shut up.
I can’t ask you, I can’t even say it, so what do you want?
She felt that Yan Han's troubles had reached a new level today. He couldn't even rub or soak him, and he was completely in a state of inadequacy.
Pictures flashed outside the window. Song Xiang felt depressed and couldn't help but look outside.
There are many shops on both sides of the road, but they are not the shops that should be there.
Song Xiang suddenly remembered that after getting in the car, Yan Han did not ask where he was going.
She straightened her back, a little panicked, "Mr. Yan, where are we going now?"
Yan Hanqing chuckled, "If you still think of asking this question, your brain probably hasn't been fully digested yet."
Song Xiang swallowed and made sure again and again that the shops outside were indeed not the places she was familiar with.
"It's getting late, why don't you leave me on the side of the road and I'll take a taxi myself."
She couldn't tell what Yan Han was thinking, and now she just wanted to get off the bus.
Yan Han's expression was strange, and he leaned back relaxedly, "What? Scared?"
Song Xiang choked for a moment, his mouth went dry, his originally relaxed brain suddenly became tense, and his last bit of energy was urgently mobilized.
The severe cold continued to blow, and the scenery outside the window became increasingly unfamiliar. Song Xiang even wondered if he had left the imperial capital.
"Mr. Yan..."
She tried calling Shun Han, but before she could wait for the other party to reply, the car suddenly veered in another direction.
In the same situation, Song Xiang hit the glass on the other side this time.
Yan Han did it on purpose, she was absolutely sure this time.
She learned the lesson and lay down on her seat, no longer stubbornly getting up.
Yan Han felt her state, felt slightly better, and entered the formal topic.
"Paparazzi, was it really you who arranged this?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, switching back and forth between stubbornness and cowardice, and was in a dilemma for a while.
Yan Han looked forward, cold and forceful, "I don't like to hear stupid people say stupid things."