Song Xiang didn't expect that Yan Han would come in person. She sat in the car anxiously, but she didn't dare to get too close to Yan Han.
Yan Han's expression was indeed not very good. He remained cold-faced. From the nursing home to the airport, he didn't say a word to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang consciously lowered his presence and made no sound while waiting for the flight.
Yan Song bought her a first-class seat on the same flight, and "considerately" gave up the seat closest to Yan Han, while he went to the row behind her.
Fortunately, the first-class cabin had a lot of space and there was an aisle between them, so Song Xiang didn't have to be too nervous.
She didn't sleep all day and all night. She had just seen Xu Shuyan and her mood finally settled down, and she felt sleepy.
Yan Song bought the ticket temporarily and had no chance to book the entire first-class cabin. The plane had not even taken off yet, and other people entered the cabin one after another.
As soon as Song Xiang closed his eyes, a discordant voice broke in.
"Mr. Yan~"
Song Xiang's cry of surprise made Song Xiang open her eyes, followed by the sweet smell of perfume, which instantly enveloped the entire first-class cabin.
Song Xiang was shocked and secretly glanced to the side and saw the man seeking death.
It's Xu Weiwei, who once endorsed Yan's jewelry and is now a popular actress.
"What a coincidence, I met Mr. Yan on the plane. This is fate."
Song Xiang had a big head, and her line of sight was blocked by the woman's skirt, but she could vaguely capture Shun Han's tight jaw and the gradually stiffening outline of her face.
Xu Weiwei was not afraid of death at first glance. She had no eyesight at all. She stood in front of Yan Han's seat and chattered for a long time, but she didn't get a single reply. She didn't care at all.
"Miss, can you change your position?"
Song Xiang was watching a show, and the next second he was named by Xu Weiwei.
She sighed, looked up at Xu Weiwei, and said with a smile: "Miss Xu, you are so noble and forgetful. Do you not recognize me so soon?"
Xu Weiwei was stunned for a moment, leaned closer to look at Song Xiang, and said in a pretentious voice, "Secretary Song?"
Song Xiang nodded, "Long time no see."
While she was talking to Xu Weiwei, she looked at the stern and cold face across from her.
The man closed his eyes and frowned, obviously restraining his emotions.
Song Xiang dared to bet that if Xu Weiwei didn't disappear within three minutes, Yan Han would get angry.
"Ms. Xu, Mr. Yan has just finished the meeting and is very tired now. You must be very busy too, so why don't you take a break and let's have dinner together after we get off the plane."
Xu Weiwei curled her lips and looked at Song Xiang a little suspiciously, probably thinking that she was deliberately "fighting for favor".
"The new Secretary Wen is not very talkative like Secretary Song."
Song Xiang kept smiling, glanced at Yan Han again, and decided to make a quick decision.
The smile disappeared from her eyes, and her tone was polite but cold, "We are Mr. Yan's secretaries. We are only responsible for taking care of Mr. Yan's schedule and mood. Anything that conflicts with this principle is not within the scope of our consideration."
After saying that, she approached Xu Weiwei again and sniffed gently.
"You are wearing Estee Lauder Huanqin today. This perfume is Mr. Yan's least favorite."
Xu Weiwei: "..."
Song Xiang smiled and said, "Please."
Xu Weiwei bit her lip, turned her head and glanced at Yan Han, and sure enough she found that his face was not very good.
It wasn't that she wasn't afraid of Yan Han, but she didn't notice that he was in a bad mood just now. She was suddenly "educated" by Song Xiang, and she felt a little scared.
"That……"
"The plane will take off soon." Song Xiang reminded with a smile.
Xu Weiwei was speechless, took another peek at Yan Han, and reluctantly stepped on her high heels to her seat.
As soon as she left, Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Yan Han, and found that his expression was still ugly.
Song Xiang immediately noticed the problem. She stood up and went to the back to find the stewardess.
The people around him left, and Yan Han opened his eyes immediately.
He breathed a sigh of relief impatiently, feeling very irritable. The stupid woman just sprayed someone with something, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.
The plane is about to take off, and it will be very troublesome to make any big moves now.
While he was irritated, Song Xiang had already trotted back from the cabin.
"Mr. Yan, put this on."
Yan Han lowered his eyes and saw the mask handed to him.
With a cold face, he paused for a moment, then reached out and took the mask.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his seat.
Yan Han put on the mask and immediately noticed something different. The mask had a fresh lemon smell, which easily blocked out the vulgar smell in the cabin.
He was in a depressed mood. Thinking of his business trip experience over the past month, Wenxin could never capture the details of the same situation.
In contrast, he felt more and more that the decision to allow Song Xiang to resign was very...stupid.