Song Xiang stepped on the chair, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and delivered an impassioned inaugural speech.
The only audience member, Mr. Yan Han, was expressionless and about to collapse.
He was not so kind to accompany Song Xiang to make trouble, but as soon as he showed signs of leaving, Song Xiang would quickly come up and hold him, either hugging his thighs or strangling him, or if that didn't work, he would bite him.
Two hours passed, and Song Xiang still didn't say enough. She started from the current situation of the company and worked towards a century-old plan. She spoke in a serious manner and did not look drunk at all.
Yan Han really didn't know that this guy actually had the dream of making Yue Ji number one in the world.
"Yue Ji is so successful, what do you want Yan to do?"
Midway through, Yan Han coolly interjected.
Song Xiang's speech was interrupted. She supported the back of the chair with both hands. She didn't care that she was standing on the chair and directly pressed her body weight on the back of the chair.
The chair fell straight forward. Song Xiang's eyes widened and his brain went crazy. He even forgot to scream.
Yan Han sat in front of her, rushed over, and barely stabilized the chair.
"Come down!"
Song Xiang didn't realize the danger. She waved her hand and smacked her lips, "Xiao Yan, you asked a very good question."
Yan Han took a breath, "You..."
Song Xiang clapped his hands and said excitedly, "Why don't we acquire the Yan family?"
Severe cold:???
Hahaha, what a lofty ideal.
He held his forehead, pulled the dead woman off the chair, and sat her down on the chair before she struggled.
"You...sit down and talk!"
Song Xiang smiled and was very pleased, "Xiao Yan, you are very qualified."
Harsh and cold hum.
"When I acquire the Yan family, I will hire you as my secretary-general." Song Xiang promised.
Yan Han pressed his hands on his belt and was really about to laugh out loud.
Not only does this woman covet his position, she also fantasizes about having their identities reversed.
Sure enough, she has been oppressed too much in the past few years? That's why her thoughts are so rebellious.
Song Xiang's face was still flushed, and her mouth still smelled of alcohol. She looked up at Yan Han and found that he didn't seem very happy.
She reached out and patted Yan Han's arm and said, "Don't worry, all you need to do to be my secretary is work hard."
He glanced at her harshly, trying to figure out the meaning behind her words.
Immediately afterwards, Song Xiang said again: "I will not be obsessed with lust, nor will I eat grass on the side of the house. Although you are good-looking, you are absolutely safe around me."
She blinked at Yan Han, "Are you excited?"
Yan Han: "..."
He could tell that the woman was mocking him, saying that he was eating grass from the side of the house, and scolding him for being lustful.
Forget about the others, he really had no way to refute these two items.
He breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the woman beside him.
"Get up and go back to your room to sleep."
Song Xiang puffed up his mouth, stretched out his hand and patted his stomach, "No, there is still a problem that has not been solved."
Yan Han frowned, "A strong enterprise cannot be achieved overnight. Can you work hard tomorrow?"
Song Xiang raised his head with a serious expression, "But if I starve to death, I won't see tomorrow."
Yan Han: "..."
He lowered his gaze and landed on Song Xiang's abdomen, realizing what the problem she was talking about was.
How could he find food for her in the middle of the night, and then wake up his servants to do something about it, so he didn't have to sleep tonight.
"For the great cause, you...Mr. Song...be patient."
Song Xiang shook his head and refused to give in, "I can't bear it."
Yan Han: "You won't be hungry when you fall asleep."
"If you starve to death in your sleep, you really can't feel hungry." Song Xiang pouted, thinking clearly.
Yan Han leaned over suspiciously and sniffed the air next to Song Xiang's face. The smell of alcohol was very strong, but he felt that Song Xiang was not drunk and her mind was very clear.
"Xiao Yan, make me an egg pancake."
Severe cold:???
Song Xiang dropped his hands in front of him and smacked his lips, "I just asked you to taste it a few days ago. You probably haven't forgotten it."
Yan Han snorted, and he finally understood that whether this guy was hungry or not was one thing, she just wanted him to do what she had done before.
"I won't."
"I'll guide you!"
Song Xiang stood up and straightened his clothes, "It's very simple to get flour, water, and eggs together."
The severe cold caused the woman to walk unsteadily, and she might blow up the kitchen if she wasn't careful.
Song Xiang didn't care, she already walked to the kitchen door based on her feeling.
Yan Han was horrified. Just before Song Xiang tripped over the coffee table, he stepped forward and grabbed Song Xiang's arm.
"Stop moving, I'll go by myself."
Song Xiang smiled and sat down on the spot.
"Then work hard~"
Yan Han: "..."
He supported his waist with one hand, his eyes were dizzy from exhaustion, and he still wanted to keep an eye on Song Xiang to make sure that she was not a monster before he entered the kitchen.