When it got dark, Yan Han came out of the office, and Song Xiang stood up after him. The secretaries around him looked at each other, showing some sympathy.
After getting in the car, Yan Han closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly said quietly: "The personnel department said you went to adjust the employment contract two days ago?"
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat, but she kept a calm face, "I forgot the exact time of joining the job. I wanted to see when I meet the conditions for changing my household registration."
Yan Han opened his eyes and stared at her side face with a half-smile, "I thought you didn't like Mrs. Yan and were ready to run away."
"You are serious, I am lucky to be your secretary."
Song Xiang suppressed his breathing and said flattering words in a calm tone, but his mind was in a blur.
Yan Han didn't say anything further, but her heart kept beating at a high frequency.
She is indeed planning to resign and leave. Yan Han has been inexplicably difficult to take care of recently. The sooner she leaves, the sooner she will have a way out.
Yan Han's wife had this dream five years ago and she had already woken up from it.
"Mr. Yan, we're here."
Song Xiang's mind was in chaos, and the car had stopped in front of the Dihao Hotel.
The hotel manager led people to wait outside in advance, nodding and bowing to greet Yan Han.
Song Xiang collected her thoughts and followed Yan Han all the way up to the top floor. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the night view of the river.
As soon as the elevator opened, the smell of greasy perfume hit my face.
The 40-year-old white man with blond hair and blue eyes, with his shirt collar still open, came up and planned to hug Yan Han.
Yan Han doesn't give anyone face, so he can avoid it by turning slightly.
Just in time, Lewis directly bumped into Song Xiang next to him.
The man's eyes lit up and he grabbed Song Xiang's hand, "Yan, the young lady next to you is so beautiful."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand moved up Song Xiang's arm.
Song Xiang gritted her teeth, endured the nausea in her heart, and did not retreat.
Behind him, Yan Han only frowned slightly, then seemed not to notice, left Song Xiang and walked inside.
Seeing this, Louis became bolder and took Song Xiang directly into his arms.
Song Xiang had a smile on his face, waiting for an opportunity to break free, but couldn't find a gap.
She looked at Yan Han several times, but the man's expression was indifferent, and occasionally he would be condescending and listen to a few flattering words from the accompanying executives.
Everyone sat down, and Louis held Song Xiang in his arms and sat opposite Yan Han, tentatively saying: "Yan, how much can you, the secretary, give me?"
The atmosphere was a bit strange, the executives at the table all looked at Yan Han's expression, for fear of offending him.
Song Xiang clutched the handle of the chair, her back tensed unconsciously.
"Her?" Yan Han raised his eyelids and turned to look at Song Xiang with interest, his thin lips slightly raised: "She has been with me for five years, and small money probably can't move her heart."
As soon as his words came out, everyone knew what he was saying.
Any man in a high position who can play with a woman for five years must be tired of it.
There was a sick laugh in my ears, and all my wild flirting words came out.
Song Xiang took a deep breath, looked into Yan Han's unruffled eyes, and endured Louis' kiss on her ear.
She turned aside sharply and avoided Louis' kiss.
Opposite him, Yan Han slightly raised his eyebrows.
"Mr. Lewis, I respect you."
Song Xiang put a smile on her face and handed a glass of red wine to Louis' lips, "Thank you for your like."
There was a commotion all around.
Louis was overjoyed and drank a glass of wine from the beauty's hand, "Baby, you are such a sweetheart."
Song Xiang felt the burning gaze from the opposite side, her smile deepened, she poured another glass of wine, and still handed it to Louis' lips.
"You have another drink."
The men around him were making noises, and Louis was so excited that of course he drank.
Song Xiang tilted his hand and accidentally poured half the glass of wine onto Louis' chest.
"Ah! I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
She looked panicked, like a little white rabbit who had fallen into a trap, and she kept apologizing.
But Lewis was not angry at all, and grabbed her hand, "Don't be afraid, honey, it's just a piece of clothing, let's just go to the lounge and change."
Song Xiang originally wanted him to find something to do, but he didn't expect that this bastard actually planned to go directly to the lounge.
What is the difference between going to the lounge with Louis and going to a hotel with him to book a room?
She was a little panicked and subconsciously looked to the other side.
"Why do you still need to ask the boss for instructions?" Louis reached out and touched Song Xiang's chin, looking at Yan Han across from him playfully.
Yan Han leaned on the chair with an arrogant posture, without even looking at Song Xiang. He leaned over to pick up the wine glass and took a sip.
"You soiled your clothes, so it's your turn to clean them up."
His voice was robotic, without any hesitation.
Song Xiang almost broke one of his teeth.
Before she had time to look at Yan Han's expression, Lewis had already taken him up from his seat with his arms around the waist.
There were men around her, with tacit mockery in their eyes, and no one had any intention of helping her.
Song Xiang's heart felt cold, and her body was carried away without any control at all.