Yan Han returned to the group, cleared up the backlog of affairs, and was busy until it got dark.
He signed the last document, closed the pen, took his coat and left the office.
Passing by the secretary's office, Wenxin followed immediately. Before she could open her mouth, Yanhan had already entered the elevator.
"You can get off work."
Wen Xin stood there, watching the elevator door close, and everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat.
Downstairs, Yan Song kept waiting. When he saw Yan Han coming out, he opened the car door respectfully.
"Go back to the villa?"
Yan Han closed his eyes and responded lightly.
The car started and headed out of the city.
We drove for about half an hour, bypassing the mountainous road, and finally drove into the main courtyard.
Yanhan was exhausted physically and mentally. When he got out of the car, he didn't notice the extra cars in the courtyard. As soon as his feet landed, he looked up and saw the woman standing in front of the door.
"Xiao Yan!"
Yan Han froze and stood beside the car without moving. After a while, he said, "Why are you here?"
"Why are you talking to mom?" An Xuyue curled her lips in anger, walked down the stairs, and directly took her son's arm, "Can't you let me come over and take a look at you?"
The A-list beauty who was once popular among thousands of boys and girls is still beautiful even if her years have passed. An Xuyue stood beside Yan Han, not like a mother and son, but like a brother and sister.
Yan Han's face was indifferent, he took out his arm and said calmly: "If you want to see me, you can call me and I will go see you."
An Xuyue stamped her feet and snorted cutely, "Why, can't I live in your place?"
She looked in the direction of the main house and said, "I've checked everything, and there's no little girl at home. You live alone, and you're still worried about your mother checking on you?"
Yan Han was helpless, "If there is a hostess here, I don't have to worry about you coming."
"What are you talking about?" An Xuyue snorted, hugged her son's hand and shook it, "Are you busy recently? Do you miss your mother?"
Servants: "..."
I'm afraid, if the young master says he misses his mother, I can't even imagine the scene.
Yan Han had a black line on his head and dragged heavy steps towards the main house, "I'm busy, I don't want to."
An Xuyue hurriedly trotted to follow her, her high heels clicking loudly, complaining all the way, "How could you not want to?"
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Song Xiang moved into a new house and spent a long time getting familiar with the environment, and then quickly got into work mode.
She checked Yue Ji's business status and obtained Yan's internal acquisition plan from Zhao Zhe. She read the information all afternoon and waited until dark before she thought of eating.
I was originally worried that there would be nothing in the house, but I didn't expect that the refrigerator was full of fresh vegetables and everything was well prepared, as if someone had been living there.
She cooked some noodles and went to her room to take a shower after eating.
The closet in the bedroom was empty except for two nightgowns. She put the dirty clothes in the washing machine in advance, planning to wear the nightgown first and go back to get the clothes tomorrow.
The bathtub in the bathroom is an oversized one, and when filled with water, it looks like a small swimming pool.
Song Xiang did not hesitate to pay for the water. He filled a whole bathtub with water and buried himself in it.
She stayed up too late and was in a state of excitement all day long. Suddenly she relaxed and felt like her soul was floating upward.
The more comfortable the body is, the more relaxed the mind is, and the sleepiness comes naturally, without even noticing that the body keeps sliding into the water.
The indoor temperature rises unconsciously, bringing invisible dangers with it.