There was silence in the car, and depression spread invisibly.
Song Xiang licked her lips, her voice hoarse due to dry throat, "No."
After being hit by the severe cold, my mood relaxed a degree, and I gently rubbed my fingers on the steering wheel.
"How long have you been in the conference room today, how long have I been enjoying your performance in the office?"
Song Xiang's heart trembled, and his soul trembled.
She recalled a circle of quotations from the afternoon in her mind. Those words that were shamelessly thrown out all turned into thorny whips, slowly stabbing her face.
"I never knew you were so ambitious." Yan Han still stopped and continued to stab.
Song Xiang closed her eyes and opened her mouth several times, but the words she was about to say could not come out.
She didn't need to look at the surveillance camera to be sure that her acting skills were absolutely amazing when facing Lin Yu during the day, and every word she spoke was filled with real ambition.
"Resigning and refusing to renew the contract are all just trying to get at you?"
Yan Han stopped the car on the side of the road and listed them one by one. They were all executioners using the Ling Chi technique with a knife.
He opened the car window, put his arm lazily on it, and opened the small drawer in the front of the car with his other hand, and took out the cigarette case from inside.
Song Xiang remained lying down, hearing the subtle sound of the man smoking out, and could probably picture the way he smoked in his mind.
She didn't speak, but she felt the warmth of the cigarette butt falling directly on her skin, burning her all over.
This feeling is like having a crush on a little boy when you were a child. In fact, you just like it a little bit, but the other person discovered it and rejected it seriously.
Bonus: Sorry, we are not suitable.
Even if Song Xiangbai was refined into steel, he still could not easily resolve such an embarrassing situation.
To say that he said that on purpose sounds so much like an excuse that even a fool would not believe it, let alone Yan Han?
Song Xiang raised his hand and wiped his face invisible from the front seat to calm himself down.
I'm afraid of a hammer. I don't know how many scenes I've seen bigger than this.
She finished consoling herself and slowly got up from her seat.
In the rearview mirror, Yan Han raised his eyes and met the eyes of the person in the back seat.
Song Xiang said: "Who doesn't want to be the wife of the president of Yan Group?"
Madam President...
Yan Han frowned, feeling a little strange in his heart.
He replayed some of the afternoon scenes in his mind and confirmed back and forth that Song Xiang should have been talking about Mrs. Yan at that time.
"I have been by your side for five years, taking care of your daily life every day, waiting for you at any time and anywhere, and being inseparable. Even if you are just an ordinary person, it is difficult for me not to be moved."
Song Xiang tried his best to speak as logically as possible, praising Yan Han to a reasonable level and giving this damn man enough face.
Yan Han was sitting in front, surrounded by smoke. After the dim light, his face did not look relaxed.
Song Xiang tried to spy on the other party's mood, but could only see the back of his head. She could only continue to express her emotions based on her feelings.
"Things before were not indulgences of lust, they were just occasional moments of sobriety." Song Xiang smoothed her hair and spoke in a serious and calm tone, "You don't know how to marry me, so why are you keeping me delayed?"
The other words are all false, but the last sentence is true. Perhaps it is mixed with real emotions, Song Xiang said it very much like that.
Yan Han was already unhappy with certain details. In conjunction with Song Xiang's last words, he suddenly thought of Duan Ge's words that morning.
The second generation ancestor is going to marry Song Xiang.
"You don't want me to be delayed, but you think there is a better place to go?" Yan Han threw away the cigarette in his hand and turned his face half sideways. The outline was obscured in the darkness, which made people feel even more frightened.
Song Xiang quickly weighed it in his mind, analyzed the central idea of this sentence, and summarized how to speak appropriately.
Yan Han knew what she was thinking when he saw her eyes moving, so he couldn't help but snorted coldly and continued: "I'll remind you of a good place to pick up leaks."
Song Xiang's analysis failed, and all five senses went into a defensive state.
Yan Han looked like he was smiling but not smiling, and said: "Duan Ge wants to marry you."
Song Xiang was confused and couldn't hear clearly, "What?"
"Duan Ge." Yan Han repeated, his tone aggravated, "I want to marry you."
Song Xiang took a breath, put his hands on his legs, and his whole body posture was in a wartime state.
She stared at Yan Han for a moment, "Oh..."
Her reaction was so bland that Yan Han felt like he had been punched on cotton, and his already unstable mood instantly sank to the bottom of the sea.
The man turned around, his back to Song Xiang, and said in a strange tone: "If you can't be the CEO's wife, you can still be the CEO's daughter-in-law."
Song Xiang no longer knew what a face was, so he gritted his teeth and said, "If one day comes, I hope you will come to the wedding banquet with your face."