Yan Han originally trapped Song Xiang with his feet. She suddenly stood up and was tripped to the ground by Yan Han without noticing.
The shirt she was wearing could only cover up to her thighs. When she lay down like this, everything that shouldn't be exposed was exposed.
Yan Han retracted his legs and leaned back on the sofa, his eyes unavoidable, but his mouth showed no mercy.
"What do you mean, you want me to help you solve your trouble, so give me a little sweetness in advance?"
Song Xiang's face was burning, and she quickly got up from the ground and half-squatted on the side of the coffee table.
"no……"
"No?" Yan Han snorted and glanced at her, "What does that mean?"
"I am no longer your secretary. I am just an ordinary employee of the Yan Group. I should not enjoy special treatment." Song Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squeezed out a voice from her dry throat, and said word by word, "I won't bother you."
Good intentions."
Yan Han's eyes stayed on her face, from her red and swollen cheeks to her slightly pale lips. He suddenly turned his head and spoke in a neither negative nor positive tone.
"Then you are really brave."
Song Xiang didn't dare to speak. She was not stupid enough to confront the Lord of Hell. In the face of Yan Han, patience was the smartest thing to do.
"You just said work handover, right?"
Yan Han was silent for a moment and thought of another way to trick others.
Song Xiang couldn't help but frown, and answered very cautiously: "Yes, I will give all the work notes of the past few years to Li Shan, so that nothing will go wrong in your life."
"Do you think Li Shan can do the things you do?" The man leaned forward and looked at the woman beside him with a half-smile.
Song Xiang wondered whether he meant he wanted a "private" secretary who could take care of all his intimate relationships. She cursed in her heart that the man could only rely on his lower body to think while still maintaining a calm face.
"Mr. Yan, there are six secretaries in your office, four of them have boyfriends, and the remaining two have more exciting relationship experiences and private lives than you." Song Xiang raised her head, with a smile on her lips, "Who do you think is suitable?"
Yan Han returned to his expressionless face and said calmly: "I'm not interested in them even if they have no emotional experience."
Song Xiang took a breath and said, "Then you should recruit a new chief secretary."
"Already recruited."
Yan Han's tone was calm, as if he was saying that the weather today is very good.
However, Song Xiang felt that her respiratory tract was suffocated, and the discomfort passed so quickly that she didn't even notice it, but she felt confused for a moment.
Yan Han looked at her, caught the dark light flashing in her eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of evil excitement.
"Well, since you have experience, tomorrow's interview will still be left to you?"
Song Xiang was shocked, "Me?"
Yan Han nodded, squinted his eyes slightly and said, "You have been with me for five years, and you are most familiar with what kind of secretary I am suitable for. It is best for you to choose."
damn thing.
If Song Xiang hadn't grasped the hem of his clothes, he would have scolded her on the spot and asked his old love to choose a new love for him, but he couldn't think of it.
She remained calm on her face and told the truth: "I have to deal with house matters and work tomorrow."
"That's something you have to consider."
Yan Han stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and walked out with his long legs as if he didn't listen to nonsense.
"Nine o'clock in the morning, don't keep everyone waiting for you."
Song Xiang squatted on the spot, his feet were numb, but because of Shun Han's few words, he was so shocked that he even forgot to stand up.
She has already resigned, so why should she work for him for free?