The game at the beach didn't end until midnight. It was rare for Yan Han to see Lu Zechen so agreeable and willing to listen to what this guy had to say all night long.
Gong Shiheng couldn't stand it anymore and went out to get some wine, only to be warned by Lu Zechen.
"Why do you want to report something?"
Yan Han raised his head and fixed his eyes on Gong Shiheng's mobile phone.
Gong Shiheng had no choice but to block Song Xiang on the spot and threw his phone to Yan Han.
"Don't worry, you two. I can't destroy such a great plan."
Yan Han took his phone back and helped Gong Shiheng do a recent memory cleanup before throwing the phone back.
"Pay attention next time."
Gong Shiheng: "..."
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Song Xiang left the study, originally planning to wait for news from Gong Shiheng, but when he sent the message, a red exclamation mark appeared.
Blocked?
Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe it. Gong Shiheng didn't look like someone who would flirt with black people, and she didn't do anything.
I just offended Yan Han, but this time he also offended Yan Yan’s friends?
What the hell is this!
She was frantic on the spot, and then paced back and forth in the corridor, wondering if she had done something wrong.
This feeling of cautiously trying to figure out other people's thoughts was very bad. It reminded her of the days when she followed Yan Han behind her. It was the same way, and she spent every day trying to guess what various people were thinking.
Damn it!
She stopped suddenly, turned around and entered the study again, and retrieved the personal information that Suman had just sent.
If you take a risk, take a risk. Take a gamble, maybe you can have a chance to turn your bicycle into a motorcycle. It's better than just looking at people's faces!
What Suman sent was the information of the production director of Yueji New Energy Vehicles. His name was Zhang Zhengfa. He was in his forties and had been in charge of Yueji's engine manufacturing business.
Song Xiang checked this person from top to bottom and found that his resume was surprisingly clean. He had been staying in Yueji for many years and had never been anywhere.
Her eyes quickly scanned the screen, and she was suddenly attracted by an inconspicuous piece of news.
In the news a few years ago, some media revealed that Zhang Zhengfa was the illegitimate son of Chairman Yue Ji. There were pictures and the truth, and he had a nose and an eye.
Song Xiang crossed his hands to support his chin and carefully guessed that if Zhang Zhengfa was really the chairman's illegitimate son, he would at least be in the upper echelons. He couldn't be just a production director in his forties.
She has always been very sensitive to interpersonal relationships, and she intuitively feels that there is something wrong with it, and it is basically impossible to be clean.
The clock on the wall rings.
Only then did Song Xiang notice the time. It was already early in the morning.
She was so preoccupied that she turned off the computer first and prepared to talk tomorrow.
After returning to the room, as soon as she lay down, Yan Han's face that was black with anger appeared again. She closed her eyes, and she always felt that the dog man was beside her, and that he would reach out and strangle her neck in the next second.
Annoying! Haunting!
She took a deep breath, turned over vigorously, and forced herself to fall asleep.
I kept tossing and turning until it was dark and I didn't feel sleepy again.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Yang Liu called. Song Xiang sat up in shock from his dying dream and stared at the clock opposite for a long time. He was about to get out of bed quickly when he suddenly remembered that he had been suspended.
She wiped her face, lay down again, and fumbled to put the phone to her ear.
"Hello--"
"Song Xiang, your Cayenne has arrived, won't you come?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then sat up and asked, "Cayenne?"
I remembered that I picked up a Cayenne the day before yesterday.
Yang Liu was still talking on the phone, while Song Xiang had already run to the bathroom to wash up, her mind filled with the joy of picking up the car.
All the messy things were put aside for the time being, and joy and excitement filled my chest.
She has been busy some time ago, and the injury on her face has just healed. Song Xiang doesn't often put on makeup when she goes out, so today she specially put on light makeup and paired it with a long skirt.
I'm in a good mood, and even the sun is brighter than usual.
Shun Han and so on, let’s die for the time being.
Song Xiang was humming along the way and was in excellent condition. When she entered the company, she met several people, and they all approached her with smiles on their faces. It was completely different from yesterday.
It's rare that Jiang Tingting didn't show off her IQ. I heard she asked for leave due to illness.
Yang Liu came up and invited Song Xiang to go see the car together. They joked on the way: "She is not sick. She was scolded by Wang Yong yesterday. She feels embarrassed."
Song Xiang didn't see Wang Yong and couldn't help asking, "The director didn't come today either?"
"It's also a strange thing." Yang Liu looked around and lowered his voice and said, "I think something is wrong with Wang Yong. This guy seems a little panicked. I don't know if he has committed a crime."
Song Xiang gave Yang Liu a thumbs up in his heart, admiring the girl's insight.
She looked the same and said casually: "If he really committed a crime, that would be a good thing."
"Not necessarily." Yang Liu shook his finger and said: "Wang Yong is gone, and Zhang Yong and Li Yong are not as easy to deal with as Wang Yong now. Jiang Tingting can handle it."
Song Xiang couldn't help laughing and gave Yang Liu a thumbs up.
They walked to the parking lot, where a Cayenne covered with a big red cloth was parked in the center. Although it was far less impressive than the Ghost yesterday, it was still a luxury car and its appearance was incomparable.
Yang Liu lifted up the red cloth and congratulated Song Xiang: "Happy to pick up the car."
Song Xiang was so excited that she couldn't help but sit in and experience it twice, revving the engine loudly.