Chapter 191 His preferences are engraved in her mind
Song Xiang came out of the room, her hands and feet were cold, and her mind almost forgot what she had just said.
She deliberately told Yan Han about her mother's affairs, betting that there was a one in ten thousand chance that Yan Han would be soft-hearted.
Fortunately, I didn't take this wrong step.
Yan Song had been waiting at the stairs. When he saw Song Xiang coming down, he half-bowed respectfully.
Song Xiang glanced at him and said, "Do you have a computer?"
Yan Song made an invitation gesture and led Song Xiang to the multi-purpose room on the second floor.
I have to say that Yan Han really enjoys it, and the place where he stays during his business trip is also perfectly arranged.
Song Xiang entered the multi-purpose room, sat down in front of the computer, and retrieved the recording from the mailbox.
"It's early in the morning, so hurry up and send this recording anonymously."
Yan Song took the USB flash drive, nodded and said: "I will be responsible for the follow-up affairs. Miss Song, you can go and rest."
Song Xiang was not sleepy at all, her nerves were still tense, and coupled with worry about Xu Shuyan's condition, her heart was on fire.
She thanked Yan Song and said she would go later.
Yan Song didn't say much, closed the door of the room and left.
Song Xiang leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes to relax, and picked up her phone every once in a while to read the news.
At two o'clock in the morning, as expected, a piece of news became a hot search topic, soaring to the top of various platforms, causing a stir late at night.
Yueji uses second-hand engines and has ignored traffic safety and deceived consumers for many years.
Although Yueji's market share has decreased in recent years, in its early years Yueji was still a well-known brand. However, a scandal suddenly broke out and it was instantly drawn into the public eye.
Netizens scolded Yue Ji for everything. The previous cases of Yue Ji's car accident were brought out again. Regardless of whether it was the car's fault or not, they were all blamed on Yue Ji.
Yueji's stock price fell all the way. It only took half an hour, and it had already dropped to the limit that day.
Song Xiang stayed up all night and paid close attention to the development of the situation.
At around six o'clock, a maid came over to remind me.
"Mr. Yan will return to the Imperial Capital today, so you may want to make preparations early."
Song Xiang raised her head and glanced at the clock, feeling hesitant in her heart. After some thought, she decided to go find Yan Song.
"You're going to a nursing home?"
Yan Song had only slept for a few hours, and his face was not very good. Hearing Song Xiang's words, he frowned.
Song Xiang nodded, "I came to Jin City just to see my mother. There is no reason not to go now, otherwise the suffering I suffered yesterday would be in vain."
Yan Song hesitated a little, "Things have gotten serious. It's not safe for you to stay here alone now."
Song Xiang: "I'll just take a look and leave right away."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was movement upstairs. Yan Song nodded to her and quickly ran upstairs.
Yan Han didn't show up, but his cold voice came down.
"Let her go. If she dies, it won't be mine."
Song Xiang bit his lip and called this bitch Xiang in his heart. He didn't know how his parents taught him, but there was not a single human word in his mouth.
She stood still and vaguely heard Yan Song say a few words, and then there was the sound of Yan Song slamming the door.
Yan Song came down from upstairs and said to Song Xiang: "Miss Song, I will send someone to take you to a nursing home. You should end it as soon as possible."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, felt grateful to Yan Song, and nodded politely, "Thank you."
Yan Song said nothing, left the main house, and quickly arranged everything.
Song Xiang was sitting in the living room, feeling dizzy from hunger and embarrassed to take another step or say another word.
Fortunately, the maid took the initiative and asked her what she wanted to eat.
"Anything is fine, thank you."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The maid left politely, quickly served two bowls of porridge, and asked Song Xiang in a low voice.
"Can you go up and ask Mr. Yan what he wants to eat?"
Song Xiang was a little surprised, "You don't know?"
The maid looked helpless and said softly: "Mr. Yan doesn't come here often, and the taste is different every time he comes. We have never made anything that satisfies him."
Song Xiang understood that Yan Han had a bad mouth, and these people were temporary "pick-ups", so it was difficult to satisfy his taste.
"Freshly squeezed soy milk, freshly made toast, and two eggs." Song Xiang talked about Yanhan's preferences like a treasure trove, then rolled his eyes and added, "Are there any Swiss cornmeal and bacon?"
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The maid nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."
"Then make some more polenta and grill the bacon a little."
The maid was so grateful that she almost knelt down to thank her.
Song Xiang had no choice but to humbly say it was nothing. Just as Yan Song came in from outside, she speeded up her eating, swallowed two small bowls of porridge, and then got up.
Yan Song warned: "Hurry up and don't embarrass us."
Song Xiang understood and promised again and again. After walking out of the gate, the car was parked in the yard. She bent down to get in the car and felt a strong gaze behind her.
Opening the window and looking up, the curtains on the third floor were tightly covered, and no one was standing by the window.
She took a breath and said to the driver: "You can go."