Yan Han stared at Song Xiang, as if she wouldn't look away until she ate him.
Song Xiang had no choice but to take off the spoon and put the noodles and soup into his mouth.
The noodles were completely rotten, but fortunately the soup was excellent and not too hard to swallow.
Yan Han watched her eat with scrutinizing eyes, his eyes sliding from Song Xiang's eyebrows to her lips, and even her hand holding the spoon.
It was rare for him to hesitate, because the woman in front of him met his lover's requirements, but not his wife's requirements. But this damn woman didn't know what to do, and she actually wanted to be Mrs. Yan.
When I think about it like this, I feel irritated and angry, and my eyes become a little gloomy.
Song Xiang caught a glimpse of Yan Han's face from the corner of her eyes, and didn't know where she had poked him. His temper was completely unreasonable.
She took a sip of the soup, thinking that Yan Han might have been busy all night and might also be hungry.
"Mr. Yan, why don't you ask someone to bring you some food?" After saying that, she felt something was wrong, so she changed her words and said, "I don't need anyone to watch me here. You can go back and rest."
Yan Han raised his eyelids and said, "Who told you that I came here specifically to guard you?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Damn! He talks too much. It’s none of my business whether he’s hungry or not!
Song Xiang bit the spoon hard and educated herself again in her heart.
Occupational diseases are too difficult to change. She has been a bitch to Yan Han for five years, habitually paying attention to his food, clothing, housing and transportation. Sometimes it is really difficult to control herself.
After Yanhan finished quarreling with Song Xiang, he noticed the annoyance between her brows. He savored this emotion carefully and analyzed the reason.
"Are you worried about me?" The dog man noticed something fishy.
Song Xiang's face was slightly hot, and she felt that Yan Han had misunderstood, so she quickly explained: "Sorry, it's an occupational disease that cannot be corrected for the time being."
Yan Han raised one corner of his lips, his mood suddenly relaxed, his eyes were slightly bewildered, and he said in a slow tone: "You don't need to change it."
Song Xiang couldn't figure out what this man was thinking, so he took a sip of soup to calm down his shock, "It needs to be changed, otherwise it won't be helpful for future work."
Yan Han: "Who knows what kind of job you will do in the future?"
Song Xiang paused while drinking the soup, trying to figure out what Yan Han meant, but he wasn't sure yet, so he could only continue to lower his head and pretend not to understand.
Seeing that she was trying to pretend to be stupid, Yan Yanhan frowned, but instead of being angry, he was a little interested. He said lazily: "Song Xiang, the contract I gave you before is still valid."
Song Xiang threw the spoon into the soup without looking sideways, "I don't intend to change what I said before. I hope you respect me."
Yan Han raised his hand, touched his chin with the back of his hand, and asked with deep eyes, "Were the previous five years unpleasant?"
Song Xiang's face turned cold and expressionless, "The whole company knows that I'm having an affair with you. I'm going to get married in the future. How do you think I should explain it to my husband?"
Yan Han frowned, "Is this what you care about?"
He thought Song Xiang was retreating in order to advance, but he didn't expect that his future husband would think so.
Something strange happened in my heart, impatience and irritability grew out of nowhere, and the image of Song Xiang starting a family with a certain man even flashed through my mind.
"Mr. Yan, if you just want a suitable person, you can change your target." Song Xiang suppressed her anger and still stared at the opposite wall expressionlessly, saying: "Wenxin is very willing to play this role.
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"Do you think any woman can climb into that position on my bed?" Yan Han lowered his face and expressed his emotions frankly.
Song Xiang was silent. She didn't even want to look at this bastard anymore. He was not on her channel at all and couldn't communicate.
"If you want to get married..." Yan Han brought up the topic again. When he mentioned the word "marriage", his pronunciation became inexplicably worse. He paused and said, "I will give you a large amount of money, and then you can leave."
This city.”
Okay, sleeping with me for five years is not enough. You want to sleep with me for another five years. Then you will give me a sum of money and let me get out of the imperial capital.
Song Xiang held the lunch box in his hands with both hands. He couldn't help but use his strength and almost spilled the soup on the sheets.
Yan Han couldn't catch any emotion from her face, so he simply continued: "If you don't want to continue to be a secretary, I can buy you another house in the suburbs, you..."
Before the man finished speaking, Song Xiang suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
Yan Han was stunned, his words stuck on his lips, and he couldn't catch Song Xiang's emotions for a while.
Song Xiang suddenly raised his hand and threw the noodle soup in his hand directly towards Yan Han!