Song Xiang carried her bag, stood in the corridor and took a breath of fresh air, then turned and walked towards the door of her house.
Yan Song stood at the door, and she smiled stupidly at them.
"Good evening."
Yan Song: "...Good evening."
Song Xiang ignored it and entered the password with squinted eyes, but failed several times.
She was a little anxious, knocked on the door repeatedly, and cursed, "Damn it."
Yan Song was shocked.
He swallowed, carefully grabbed Song Xiang's sleeve, and pressed her fingerprints on it.
drop--
The door opened.
Song Xiang chuckled twice and patted the door, "So good——"
After saying that, he took off his shoes on the spot and entered the door.
Seeing her situation, Yan Song was a little hesitant. After some thought, he decided to call Yan Han who was resting in the car downstairs.
"Master, Miss Song is back."
…
five minutes later
Song Xiang sat on the sofa and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
Her face was red, she kept opening and closing her mouth, like a goldfish, and she looked stupid all over her body.
Yan Han smelled the strong smell of alcohol, and his eyebrows instantly formed a hill. He threw away his coat and wanted to go back to the room directly over the stupid thing on the sofa.
Suddenly, Song Xiang stretched out his foot and blocked his way.
Yan Yanhan lowered his face and said coldly: "Don't get drunk and crazy."
Song Xiang stood up and slapped Yan Han on the back of his head.
Yan Han:?!!
He stared, stunned on the spot.
Song Xiang sat down again and smacked her lips with a serious expression, "I don't know what's wrong with you. It's your first day at work. Why don't you know how to call someone?"
Yan Han: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
He felt that his brain must have gone crazy. He could have gone back to the villa to stay tonight, but suddenly he thought of this woman's first day at work. He wanted to ask about the specific situation, but he encountered this damn situation.
Song Xiang felt that this person was ignorant of current affairs. She sighed, stretched out her hand, and grabbed Yan Han's tie.
Use a sudden force.
Yan Han was originally standing in front of her, but he didn't expect her to make such a move, and he was completely carried away by her.
At the critical moment, he bent his knees and knelt on the sofa beside her with one leg.
Their eyes met, breathing into each other's breath.
Yan Han's body was a little tense, and his eyes fell on the woman's lips.
Although it smells a bit alcoholic, you can still taste it...
Song Xiang: "Call Mr. Song!"
Yan Han: "..."
The emotions that had just arisen were instantly dispersed by a basin of cold water.
Yan Han twitched the corner of his mouth, "What?"
Song Xiang played with his tie and laughed stupidly several times. She didn't know what she was happy about, and she pulled Yan Han closer to her eyes.
The two were so close that Yan Han could clearly hear the woman's breathing.
She came close to him, rested her forehead on his shoulder, lowered her voice and said word by word: "I am Song Xiang! President Yue Ji!"
His tone was very proud.
Yan Han's veins twitched on his forehead, and he thought to himself: This damn woman really covets my... position!
He lowered his head, looked at the giggling woman, and asked coolly: "Does it feel good to be the president?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips, as if he suddenly thought of something, sighed, and loosened his tie.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, guessing that she was being embarrassed and would most likely have to complain to him.
He took off his tie and sat next to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was getting along with him just now, but suddenly she moved her position, turned her back to him, and looked up at the moon outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
She opened her mouth and muttered something in detail.
Yan Han calmed down and leaned over to eavesdrop.
Song Xiang looked serious and said: "Dear colleagues and shareholders, I am Song Xiang... Thank you very much for your trust... In the future..."
Yan Han listened for a long time and finally understood.
This girl is reciting her inaugural speech.
He raised his hand to his forehead and couldn't help but laugh.
Song Xiang was interrupted by laughter and was very unhappy, "Be serious!"
Yan Han was speechless and temporarily stopped smiling.
"Want an inauguration?"
Song Xiang was silent.
She turned her head and continued to express her inaugural speech to the moon.
Suddenly, she turned around and looked at Yan Han, and asked seriously: "Xiao Yan, do you think my father would feel proud of his ancestors if he knew about it?"
Yan Han was very concerned about the word "Xiao Yan", but he couldn't help but pick on Song Xiang.
"You've never met your dad, so why do you have so many thoughts?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered, she patted her forehead.
"Yes, yes, I have never met my dad."
After saying that, she turned her head again and continued to ramble.
Yan Han looked at her side face and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Everyone has compassion, no one is exception.
Song Xiang had followed him for five years, and he knew more or less about the situation in Song Xiang's family.
His father is unknown, his mother is mentally ill, and Song Xiang almost grew up on subsidies.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Song Xiang's side face.
"Having an inauguration ceremony counts as honoring our ancestors?"
Song Xiang caught the key word and turned his head little by little, "...forget it."