Under the "protection" of Wang Zheng, Song Xiang had no choice but to wear a cloak. Of course, Yan did not put a suit jacket on her either.
Before getting on the bus, Wang Zheng whispered: "Get off the bus when the time comes and see if he is still tough!"
Song Xiang smiled bitterly, feeling that Wang Zheng seemed to have misunderstood her relationship with Yan Han. She went out wearing this outfit. Yan Han's previous ownership rights were only violated, and it would probably be over after thinking about it.
It was late at night, the night breeze was blowing, and there was air conditioning when we entered the venue later. She went out wearing a backless dress, which was basically asking for trouble for herself.
"Mr. Yan, which brand's press conference are we going to attend?"
On the way, Song Xiang asked Yan Han carefully.
The man changed into a tailor-made suit, his hair was simply treated, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his gaze was not deflected at all, and he didn't even mean to give Song Xiang a look.
Song Xiang curled his lips, turned around and fell silent.
She didn't choose the clothes, but she was the one who got offended.
The scenery outside the window changes, the lights begin to turn on, and the places we pass are the most prosperous areas of the imperial capital.
When the car drove near the Zeus Hotel, luxury cars began to gather in large numbers outside. When the car drove to the open space in front of the Zeus Hotel, Song Xiang took a look outside and became even more curious.
The person in charge of the hotel was waiting outside in person. He had just welcomed the CEO of Huace Technology and his family in. When he saw the Yan family's car approaching, he quickly prepared himself.
The car door opened, and there was a chorus of greetings from outside.
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han, who seemed to have no intention of making a sound.
"Mr. Yan, we're here."
"I'm not blind."
Song Xiang: "..."
If you are not blind, you should go down!
A circle of people were waiting outside, as if they were waiting to receive the emperor's chariot.
With a cold expression on his face for a long time, he suddenly straightened up and took one leg out of the car.
He stood outside the car and adjusted his cuffs slowly.
Song Xiang carefully picked up her skirt and walked towards the car door.
She held the car door and poked her head out.
As soon as she breathed fresh air, a hand pressed on her forehead, and with a little force, she was pushed directly into the car.
Song Xiang fell into the car seat, looking confused.
She looked up at Yan Han, wondering if he had made a mistake, "Mr. Yan?"
The man didn't respond. He stood at the front door of the hotel and said a few words in a casual tone.
Song Xiang was confused and tried to go out again, but she still stuck her head in first.
However, as soon as she raised her head, Yan Han, who was facing away from her, turned sideways calmly as if there were eyes behind him, pressed her head again and pushed her back.
Song Xiang fell into the car seat for the second time. This time he finally understood. Is he taking revenge on her for not wearing a cloak?
wipe--
What a childish thing!
Where is she going to get him a cloak now?
Song Xiang took a breath and couldn't find anyone for help. Yan Song wasn't in their car either.
Yan Han stood outside the car, not worried about being embarrassed or blocking the traffic.
With one hand in his pocket and an arrogant posture, people quickly got out of the blocked car behind him and greeted him directly at the door of the hotel.
"Is that Mr. Song in the car?"
Song Xiang was named inexplicably, but the other party still used his honorific title.
She can't hear these two words recently, and when she hears them, she feels like she has been given a shot of blood.
No, Mr. Song can't hold it in the car!
Song Xiang looked around and saw the white hollow seat cushion on the seat in front of him.
She took a breath, quickly went over and pulled out the seat cushion, then put it on her body and stepped directly down.
Yan Han was listening to someone talking with a cold face. When he realized that the person behind him was about to get out of the car, he turned around. He originally wanted to push the person back again, but his eyes fell on the white hollow "cloak" on Song Xiang's body.
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Song Xiang had a smile on her face, accurately catching the surprise in Yan Han's eyes, and then took advantage of the situation to take Yan Han's hand, and changed it to holding her arm after getting off the car.
She turned to the lady who was speaking, nodded and smiled, "Mr. Yang, long time no see."
"We haven't seen each other for just a few months, but Miss Song has already been promoted. I'll ask you to take more care of her in the future."
The speaker was the daughter of the Yang family, who had a background in animation. It was considered a second-tier family in the imperial capital. According to status, even Zhang Yunfu, the chairman before Yue Ji, could not be ranked ahead of the Yang family.
Song Xiang is just a small CEO, so for the other party to praise him so highly is a huge favor.
She smiled, was modest and decent, and said, "This junior's petty fuss will never catch your eye."
Mr. Yang laughed twice, glanced at Yan Han, and said: "With Mr. Yan as a mountain to rely on, Miss Song has a bright future. If she gets promoted again in the future, she will treat us favorably."
Song Xiang felt something was wrong when he heard this, but he still kept a smile on his face and humbled himself again and again.
More and more people gathered around the door, all rushing to chat with Yan Han.
Song Xiang obviously felt unhappy, so he quickly walked back to the hotel with the giant Buddha on his arm.
"Such a small achievement, the corners of my mouth almost burst from laughter."
As soon as he took two steps, the man's cold ridicule sounded in his ears.