Song Xiang saw Bush off and went upstairs again, where he met Zhao Zhe and a group of people, all holding a stack of documents.
"What is this doing?"
Zhao Zhe explained: "Brother Song said that Mr. Yan has to work in the hospital. Let's send the things there first. Please, Sister Xiang, please go to the hospital after you finish your work."
Song Xiang didn't think much about it. Wen Xin had just been fired, Zhao Zhe was also a newcomer, and the chief position in the secretary's office was vacant. Yan Han didn't even have anyone useful around him, let alone anyone useful. It was normal to think of her.
She glanced at the time, it was early ten o'clock, and the remaining meetings could be cancelled.
Thinking that it was time for Yanhan to change her dressing, she did not delay and planned to go to the hospital first.
Just as he was about to turn around, Xue Mi hurried out of the secretary's office with a slightly panicked look on her face.
Song Xiang subconsciously felt that something had happened and stopped, "What's wrong?"
Xue Mi shook her hair and handed over the phone, "Wenxin sent it to the secretary room group."
Song Xiang frowned, took the phone, and zoomed in to take a look. He couldn't help but gasp.
The picture shows a bleeding wrist, which looks horrifying and terrifying.
Xue Mi glanced around and whispered: "This girl is a madman, what exactly does she want to do?"
Song Xiang didn't want to say more to her, so he said in a low voice: "I'm going to take a look. You follow Zhao Zhe to the hospital first."
Xue Mi nodded repeatedly and sent a copy of Wenxin's address to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang went downstairs, left the Yan family with two bodyguards, and went straight to the cozy residence.
Xu Yi found Wenxin's place, and he was the one who knew how to look at Yan Han the best. At that time, he probably wanted to please Wenxin, so he found a house in a particularly good location, not much different from Hengshan Residence.
Song Xiang got out of the car, and the two bodyguards wanted to follow her, but she refused.
"There are people watching her upstairs, so there won't be any safety issues."
The bodyguard had no choice but to wait downstairs.
The two-story small bungalow had a separate courtyard. Song Xiang opened the door and walked in. She saw two bodyguards standing calmly outside, seemingly unaware of the situation upstairs.
When Song Xiang mentioned "cutting his wrists", the bodyguard was startled and quickly broke in through the door.
The curtains in the living room were closed and it was dark. Song Xiang followed the bodyguard in, but did not see Wen Xin.
Walking all the way upstairs, I finally saw Wen Xin slumped on the floor in the corridor.
Song Xiang took the opportunity to look at her hand, and sure enough, there was blood.
"Call the doctor!"
Song Xiang made a quick decision and the bodyguard quickly ran downstairs.
Wen Xin sat on the ground and chuckled twice when she heard the sound.
She stood up against the wall, her body weak and boneless, struggling to lean against the wall, panting slightly, her face was pale with a bit of red, she looked like a doll in a fairy tale, but it was terrifying and weird.
Song Xiang took a step forward, "Did you cut your wrists?"
Wen Xin covered her mouth and smiled, raised her hand, "Is this it?"
Song Xiang looked at her wrist. It was indeed cut, but it shouldn't be deep. She had already bandaged it herself.
"It seems that you have decided on the conditions for leaving your job."
The smile on Wen Wen's face disappeared instantly, and her eyes were sinister, "I will not resign!"
Song Xiang casually opened the door of a room, pulled out a chair from inside, and sat down casually.
"Your work ability is not up to par. Mr. Yan will let you leave because he doesn't need you. To put it bluntly, this is your own responsibility."
"Who are you fooling!" Wen Xin roared, squinting his eyes and mocking: "Who in the entire company doesn't know what the chief secretary does?"
She tilted her body and looked twisted, "You have already resigned, and you are still trying to keep Mr. Yan away from me!"
Song Xiang was speechless. This girl was so stupid that her little white face was so clean and energetic a month ago.
Sure enough, severe cold is a disaster and does great harm to people.
"Without me, Yan Han wouldn't like you." Song Xiang leaned on the chair with a relaxed posture.
To put it bluntly, she had never taken Wen Xin seriously. She felt somewhat sympathetic when she had reached this point, and hoped that this girl could find her way back.
"He likes me." Wen Wen couldn't listen at all. He almost stubbornly raised his hand to touch his face and repeated in a low voice: "He just likes me."
Song Xiang paused for breath and was speechless for a moment.
Wen Xin was right, Yan Han really liked her face, it was clean, fresh and pure.
"Then why doesn't he like you again?" Song Xiang asked.
The last bit of blood on Wen Xin's face disappeared, his expression turned sharply, and he suddenly screamed!
Song Xiang didn't expect her to react so strongly and couldn't help but suspect that there was something wrong.
The bodyguard downstairs heard the commotion and came up quickly, "Miss Song, is something wrong?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "It's okay, you guys wait downstairs."
"yes."
The bodyguard left, and the heartwarming screams stopped feebly.
Tears fell from her eyes, and she held herself tightly as she slid down, "He despises me..."
Song Xiang was confused, "What do you mean?"
Wen Xin took a deep breath, and through her messy hair, there was resentment in her eyes.
"You don't have to ask so many questions."
Song Xiang didn't understand what she meant, "Then you..."
Wen Xin was expressionless and suddenly said: "I'm pregnant."