Yan Lihan is not good at self-reflection and does not intend to be too sympathetic to the world. After his brief guilt, he thought about how to make up for Song Xiang, and then the negative emotions in his heart disappeared.
Song Xiang lay on her knees and muttered to herself for a while, and her voice became smaller and smaller.
Yan Lihan took the opportunity to drag her to the sofa, then casually pulled a blanket to cover the person, and confirmed that Song Xiang was asleep, so he went back by himself.
Song Xiang slept in the living room, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and as the morning approached, he was awakened by the cold.
She drank too much last night and her head hurt so much that she sat on the sofa for a long time without recovering.
The chairs in the living room were arranged in a mess, and the floor was clean, not as if they had been vomited.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. The house was severe and cold. If she vomited, she would probably have to pry up and replace the floor.
She vaguely remembered what happened last night, but she didn't remember Yan Lihan at home.
Drag the blanket upstairs and fell back to sleep.
All my dreams are messy and the plot is very complicated.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock vibrates continuously.
Song Xiang had a split headache and sat on the bed to turn on his brain.
She went to wash slowly, straightened her waist halfway through, and immediately felt unwell in her stomach.
Could it be that drinking too much last night hurts your stomach?
She sighed and asked Ding Fan to prepare stomach medicine before she arrived at the company, which was fully reflected in the benefits of a secretary.
However, when he got off the floor, the situation in front of him shocked Song Xiang.
She rubbed her eyes, suspecting that she was dreaming.
On the long dining table, there are various breakfasts placed from beginning to end, with fancy and whistle, which seems to be the characteristics of each country.
Song Xiang's first reaction was that Yan Lihan was at home. She was nervous in an instant and dared to go to Yan Lihan's territory.
"Mr. Yan?"
No one responded.
Song Xiang blinked, then went to Yan Lihan's study and knocked on the door.
Still no response, there was no one in the family except her.
Song Xiang was surprised and quickly called Yan Song.
"You can enjoy it with confidence. That is Mr. Yan's affirmation of your work. I hope you have a happy meal."
Song Xiang:???
What the hell? She was educated by Yan Song when she was having lunch with Duan Ge yesterday, but why did she suddenly affirm her work?
If that table of things was not too fragrant, she would have doubted whether they were poisonous.
She felt uncomfortable in her stomach, so she could only pack two snacks, and looked at the table with regret and sighed.
What a pity, Yan Lihan is so conscientious.
It was getting late, so she quickly went to the parking lot with breakfast and drove to the company.
Along the way, she kept recalling last night, but her mind was blank, there was nothing, and occasionally there was a bit of a clip, but she couldn't connect at all.
When he arrived at the company, Ding Fan had prepared the medicine and reminded Song Xiang.
"The board of directors has arranged it, 10 am."
Song Xiang looked at the time, "I understand, thank you for your hard work."
Ding Fan nodded politely and retreated.
Song Xiang took the medicine and made sure that the meeting was ready. It was still early, so she took the breakfast and took it out and took it slowly.
When you eat and browse your phone, you will naturally see the information about Yan Han.
Yan's family just took over the development of mining agents, and every move was at the center of national attention. Yan Lihan naturally became the target of paparazzi.
In the picture, he got off the black Bentley, warmly took his briefcase, and a group of people entered the building in a mighty manner.
There are a few comments below the article, either licking the screen or matching it, and everything is said.
Song Xiang curled his lips, filtered out his unnecessary thoughts, stuffed the last piece of snack, and started work!
The members of the board of directors are different from the senior executives yesterday. These people all hold shares, and everyone is staring at the profits of the company, and are the real beneficiaries.
Song Xiang is a secretary who is a half-way leader and is despised by the people on the board of directors at all.
In their eyes, Song Xiang is just a senior worker, but he still takes the right path through inappropriate channels.
So at the board of directors, Song Xianggang proposed to cut the production line, and the meeting was instantly in an uproar.
Zhang Zhaohe sat at her hand, pretending to be a living Bodhisattva, and spoke up to persuade him.
"Mr. Song, you have just arrived not long ago and don't understand the production structure of the company. It is a taboo to cut the production line casually."
As soon as he finished speaking, the chairman's niece Zhang Yaxin spoke.
"A management group is no better than being a private secretary. You have to think carefully before and after. We can understand that the new General Song official takes office for three reasons, but we can't do it randomly, right?"
"What a big joke, the production company cut off the production line."
"Ms. Song is still suitable for being a secretary for men."
A burst of laughter.
Song Xiang's face remained unchanged, leaned against the chair and said lightly: "Yueji's engines are all recycled second-hand mobile phones, what kind of production enterprise is it?"
The room was instantly quiet.
After a circle of Zhang's family, they all changed their faces, but they didn't expect Song Xiang to say so.
Zhang Yaxin snorted, her eyes flew up, "Yue Ji made a mistake before, but it doesn't mean she will stop working later. Keeping the production line is also retaining strength."
She glanced at Song Xiang and looked provocative, "Mr. Song, you need to sign the board of directors to make such a decision?"