Song Xiang looked at the shirt attached to Yan Han's skin and could guess the pain without even thinking.
She stood there, the two villains fighting desperately in her mind.
One said: He deserves it, just hurt him to death.
Another said: He is so pitiful, he saved others and still suffered.
Song Xiang's brain was about to explode. He took a deep breath and discarded the messy things in his mind.
She stepped forward and said in a calm tone, "The regular morning meeting can be postponed until eight o'clock. There is a contract to be signed. I can go on your behalf, or I can ask a few vice presidents to sign it on my behalf. You cannot leave the hospital now."
She spoke lightly, as if she had already made a decision for Yan Han.
Others dare not speak, but Wen Wen couldn't help but speak.
"Sister Xiang, Mr. Yan has Mr. Yan's consideration. Are you being too nosy?"
Song Xiang had put Wen Xin on the death list since last night, and when he heard her speak, his expression didn't change at all.
"Mr. Yan, can I deal with her now?"
This was said inexplicably, but Yan Han knew it clearly.
He had told Song Xiang before that Wen Xin could handle it.
"what ever."
These two light words made Song Xiang breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
She turned to Yan Song and said: "Invite Miss Wen out and send two people to watch her."
Wen Wen was stunned, not expecting that it would implicate herself.
She subconsciously grabbed Yan Han and said, "Mr. Yan! I..."
"I will give you the explanation you want." Song Xiang stepped forward, pulled Wen Wen's hand away from Yan Han's arm, and turned to Yan Song expressionlessly, "Take her away."
Yan Song saw that Yan Han was speechless and knew in his heart that with a wave of his hand, two people walked in from the door.
Wen Xin didn't even have a chance to shout, so he was directly pulled out with his mouth covered.
The room became quiet, and Song Xiang turned to Yan Han, "Is there a very important meeting in the morning?"
Yan Han endured the pain on his back and didn't want to say a word.
Yan Song reminded him later, "Mr. Bush is coming today, and the time is set at eight o'clock."
Song Xiang was speechless. Bush was the main supplier of Yan's jewelry in Europe, and his status was extraordinary. The other party was also very time-conscious, so postponing the meeting might not be possible.
"Can't you ask a few vice presidents to go for you?"
Yan Han looked down at her impatiently and squeezed out two words, "Business trip."
Song Xiang frowned, lowered his head and said nothing.
Yan Yan's eyes flashed across her face and turned to Yan Song, "Go and prepare the car."
"yes……"
Yan Song sighed and reluctantly prepared to go out.
Song Xiang suddenly raised his head and looked into Yan Han's eyes, "I'll go for you."
Yan Song paused.
Yan Han frowned, lowered his head, and met the eyes of the woman in front of him.
Song Xiang raised her eyes to face him and stated as calmly as possible: "I am familiar with Mr. Bush. As long as you explain to him that you are in the hospital, he will understand."
Yan Han: "Have you ever seen a boss ask his secretary to go to bed when he is sick?"
Song Xiang: "I am no longer your secretary."
Yan Han pursed his lips and remained silent.
He frowned and looked away, still wanting to reject it.
Song Xiang saw the opportunity and said: "We can connect via Bluetooth. You can watch the camera in the ward. If I make a mistake, you can correct me through the earphones."
She repeatedly emphasized: "I can do it."
Yan Han felt that this woman must be crazy, or that he had been so disrespectful to her recently that she felt that she was capable of being his master.
He snorted coldly in his mind, thinking of teaching Song Xiang a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his direction.
“What should I do if something goes wrong?”
Song Xiang did not hesitate and issued a military order directly, "I take the blame and resign!"
Yan Han: "Can you make up for the losses if you resign?"
Song Xiang: "It is impossible for me to cause losses to the Yan family."
She spoke resolutely, with firm eyes. Yan Han looked at her and found no problem, but Yan Song and Ding Fan next to her had similar illusions.
Miss Song's momentum seems to have been copied from Mr. Yan.
"Master, why don't you let Miss Song try it? If you are injured like this, if Madam knows, she will definitely come to see you." Yan Song reminded from the side.
Yan Han frowned, as if he had been beaten seven inches in an instant.
He glanced at Song Xiang and said something irritably.
"Go and change your clothes."
Song Xiang felt happy, "Yes, I'll be fine soon."
She turned around and trotted back to the room, feeling uncontrollably excited.