Song Xiang walked out of the bathroom, and Wen Xin dragged his injured leg out and ran out, completely ignoring the situation. Song Xiang quickened his pace, hoping to let the security guard notice this little lunatic, but he didn't expect to run into Yan Han as soon as he reached the corner.
Her body was more or less stained with water, her hair was a little messy, and she looked panicked.
Yan Han and Yan Song seemed to have come specifically to see Song Xiang. Seeing Song Xiang's appearance, he couldn't help but frown.
"What do you look like? Don't you know what the occasion is?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
Wen Xin dragged her bloody legs and ran out with a white face. When she saw Yan Han, tears immediately fell from her eyes.
Song Xiang's heart sank. She really couldn't explain the situation now. Based on Yan Han's attitude towards Wen Xin, she would most likely stand on Wen Xin's side.
Sure enough, before Wen Xin opened her mouth, worry flashed in Yan Han's eyes.
"What's going on?"
Wen Xin cried so hard that she stared at Song Xiang with blood-red eyes and accused directly, "I accidentally poured water on Sister Xiang, and Sister Xiang pushed me into the debris in a rage."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth. This little girl was quite capable of telling lies with her eyes open. She was completely confident.
Today's occasion is special, and she can't waste time here for such a trivial matter.
She turned to Yan Han and looked directly into Yan Han's eyes, "Mr. Yan, I can explain to you afterwards that now is not the time to resolve this matter. Please..."
"Things are prioritized. You don't need to remind me of this." Yan Han interrupted Song Xiang bluntly with an expressionless face.
Song Xiang was speechless and closed her mouth in a depressed mood.
Wen Xin was still twitching, sniffing and saying, "Mr. Yan, I..."
"Take her out." Yan Han ignored Wen Wenxin and turned around to order Yan Song.
Wen Xin was dumbfounded. She didn't expect it to end like this. She still kept sobbing with a very funny expression.
Yan Han gave an order, but Yan Song had no intention of showing mercy to her. He directly grabbed Wen Wenxin's wrist and roughly led her towards the back door.
Wen Xin wanted to cry twice, but Yan Song immediately covered her mouth.
There were only footsteps in the corridor. Song Xiang looked back at the blood on the ground and wanted to turn around and go to the mop to clean it up.
"what you do?"
"Mopping the floor..."
"Are you a cleaner?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Yanhan frowned, his face full of impatience, and he scanned Song Xiang up and down.
"It took an afternoon to make you a human being, but it takes five minutes to build yourself back up."
Song Xiang swallowed, "Sorry, I'll go in and freshen up."
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief and glanced behind him, "Five minutes."
As if Song Xiang was about to receive amnesty, he trotted back with his skirt in hand.
After closing the bathroom door, she stroked her chest and gasped for air.
She knew Yanhan well and knew that he was not a "foolish king", but the moment Wenwen confused right and wrong just now, she was really a little panicked.
Fortunately, whether it is severe cold or severe cold, no one will affect his judgment.
She suppressed the unclear emotions in her heart, quickly took off the jewelry around her neck, wet her hair with water, and arranged it back and forth.
Unfortunately, the "cloak" was no longer usable and was mostly wet. Fortunately, the dress underneath was still dry.
Standing in front of the mirror, Song Xiang turned around to make sure there was nothing wrong, but it was a little too cool in the back.
She had never worn such revealing clothes to banquets before, so she was really not used to it.
There was an impatient knock on the door outside, and it sounded like a severe cold.
Song Xiang put on the necklace, held up her skirt and went over to open the door.
outside the door
Yan Han put one hand in his pocket and looked unhappy. He first scanned Song Xiang from top to bottom to make sure there was nothing wrong with her.
"Follow me."
He put down three words without any unnecessary words, turned around and walked out.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly quickened his pace to follow.
The spotlights were on outside, it was the time when the banquet was bustling, and many people were waiting for them.
As he was about to reach the crowd, Yan Han suddenly stopped.
Song Xiang didn't stop the car, and her nose hit Yan Han's back.
She cried out in pain, covered her nose and raised her head, just in time to meet the eyes of Yan Yanhan who turned around.
Yan Han: "Where's the cloak?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and subconsciously covered his back with his hands.
"It's wet and can't be worn anymore."
"Is your whole body wet from the wind?" the man questioned in a questioning tone.
Song Xiang had no choice but to say, "The cloak blocks the water, otherwise it would hurt all over my body..."
Before she could finish her explanation, Yan Han took a step back and took off his black suit smoothly.
Song Xiang was frightened and waved her hands repeatedly, "Mr. Yan, no need, I'm not cold."
"What does it matter to me whether you are cold or not?" Yan Han raised his eyelids and said coolly: "Reporters from the state media will come over later. If you dress like this for the camera, will your corporate image be lost?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips and took the coat with a dry smile.