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Chapter 17 I Heard You Did Good Deeds

Song Xiang habitually lowered her stance in front of Yan Han. Even though she only had a thin shirt on, she still walked up to Yan Han.

Fortunately, there was a coffee table between the two of them.

"You just walked out of my door, and you're spreading rumors outside that I abused you?" Yan Hanwei raised his head, and his sharp eyes came over him.

Song Xiang's jaw tightened, and she pretended to be calm as she poured Yan Han a drink, "It's a misunderstanding. Maybe Assistant Xu didn't renew the rent when the time came. I didn't have anywhere to go for the time being, so I went to Sister Lian's place first."

As she spoke, she avoided Yan Han's gaze and handed the wine glass across the coffee table.

Yan Han changed his position on the sofa, put his elbows on his legs, leaned forward, and was suddenly very close to Song Xiang.

Song Xiang instinctively shrank back, and as soon as her hand moved, a strong force grabbed her wrist.

She was panicking and looked up at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Han suddenly exerted force and pulled Song Xiang away from the opposite side of the coffee table.

In the blink of an eye, Song Xiang was pulled into the man's arms and sat on his lap in an ambiguous posture.

She was wearing only a shirt, and they were so close that they could clearly feel each other's body temperature.

Yan Han didn't do anything more extreme. He hugged Song Xiang and rested his chin on Song Xiang's shoulder.

"I heard that you did something good and told Li Shan all about my habits?"

His tone was calm, without any ups and downs, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

But Song Xiang had been with him for five years and knew his temper best. He showed displeasure and even had a warning in his tone.

She remained motionless, looked at the coffee table opposite, and replied calmly: "You have a bad stomach. If you don't eat well, your work will be affected. I should hand over the work at hand."

"Then you are so dedicated." Yan Han snorted lightly and suddenly stretched out his hand to lift Song Xiang's hair.

He reached out and touched her cheek, gently sliding it over the place where she had been beaten.

Yan Han's movements were very gentle, but Song Xiang felt inexplicably flustered, always feeling like goosebumps were rising wherever he touched her.

"So dedicated and good-tempered, I can even bear being slapped in the face." He spoke clearly and listed them one by one, as if he was really praising her. Then suddenly he changed the subject, "A woman like you, you can't sell anything."

Selling cars and houses is the most popular."

Song Xiang clenched his hands tightly, not understanding what he meant.

"Is the car sold?" Yan Han asked again.

Song Xiang secretly took a deep breath and replied: "Sold one."

She couldn't figure out what Yan Han meant and asked her about her performance. Was she afraid that she was having a good life, so she planned to make it more difficult?

"It's just one car, what's the commission for?" Yan Han's tone was faint, with a strange feeling in the tone.

Song Xiang felt that his voice was like a feather, gently sweeping over all the sensitive parts of her body, and she almost couldn't control her trembling.

She was at a loss when Yan Han reached out to hook her hair and scratched her cheek with her hair.

"Do you find it difficult?"

The string in my mind suddenly trembled.

A familiar scene seemed to flash before Song Xiang's eyes. It was almost the same as now, but it was only five years ago. At that time, she was not deeply involved in the world, and she was inexplicably transferred to the president's secretary office.

I don't know what the opportunity was, but she was also bullied. Yan Han fell from the sky and asked her in the same ambiguous tone.

——In trouble?

As the voice passed by his ears, Song Xiang trembled all over and ran away from Yan Han's arms almost as if he was electrocuted.


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