It was very quiet in the corridor. The words that came out of Wen Wen's mouth were too soft, but they were very clear.
Song Xiang sat on a chair, thinking that he was hallucinating, "What did you say?"
Wen Xin smiled, with a bit of vindictive pride, "Didn't you hear clearly?"
Song Xiang was frozen in place, her expression changing for a moment. She instinctively felt that Wen Wen was lying, and Yan Han could not be so careless.
However, even though she thought so in her heart, her hands on the chair slowly tightened.
"I'll have someone take you to the hospital for a checkup."
The sound came out of his mouth, but his mind was stagnant.
Song Xiang moved her feet to get up, but found that the blood all over her body rushed to the soles of her feet when she heard Wen Xin's words, and her calves were numb.
Wen Xin smiled proudly, staggered to her bedroom, took out something from the bedside table, and with tears on her face still wet, she frantically threw it at Song Xiang's feet.
"Let's see."
Song Xiang's eyes moved down and landed on the laboratory report at his feet.
She didn't understand the data, but the words on the doctor's orders were very clear - pregnancy confirmed.
Wen Xin leaned against the wall, no longer caring about his appearance, and looked provocatively at Song Xiang's too calm face.
"Go tell Yan Han that I'm pregnant and ask him how to deal with it."
Song Xiang couldn't describe what she was feeling. Her chest was very tight. She kept her face calm and picked up things on the ground.
She stood up, pushed the chair aside, turned and walked downstairs.
Wenxin stood in the corridor and shouted downstairs: "I will not abort the child, I will give birth to it."
Song Xiang took a deep breath, without looking at the bodyguard, and said coldly, "Keep an eye on her."
The bodyguard heard certain keywords and knew that the situation was not good, so he could only respond.
Song Xiang clutched the things in her hands, stood at the door and wiped her face vigorously, closing her eyes to calm herself down.
This is Yan Han's matter. I am just his assistant and no longer his "private secretary". I shouldn't ask or think too much.
She said this to herself, put her hands on her hips, swallowed hard, and put on a fake smile when she raised her head again.
He strode to the car but didn't let the bodyguard drive.
She called Yan Han and asked how to deal with it.
in hospital
Yan Han looked at Xue Mi who was sweating profusely looking for documents, and felt angry for no reason.
That stupid guy Song Xiang was nowhere to be seen at the critical moment.
He was about to get angry when the cell phone on the bedside suddenly rang.
Yan Song had sharp eyes and quickly handed over the phone.
The words "Song Xiang" jumped on the screen. Yan Han raised his eyelids and answered the phone with a bad expression.
"Where did you die?"
Song Xiang: "..."
The person on the other side of the phone didn't respond. Yan Han frowned, thinking that his tone was too strong and scared Song Xiang.
He opened his mouth, but before the words came out, Song Xiang's calm, mechanical voice came over.
"Mr. Yan, Wenxin is pregnant."
There was a chill in Shun Han's eyes, the corners of his lips curved in an unusual way, and he did not speak immediately.
Song Xiang: "How do you plan to deal with it?"
Her tone was too formulaic, just like when she was working as a secretary next to him.
Yan Han instinctively rejected this kind of voice, and his tone became unkind, "She's pregnant. It's her business to keep it or not. What's the use of asking me?"
There was silence on the other side of the phone.
Yan Han became more and more unhappy, "Don't waste time there, keep the money. She is willing to go to the hospital. Find someone to accompany her."
"……I see."
Yan Han did not delve into Song Xiang's attitude. He turned around and glanced at Xue Mi who was in a hurry. He just wanted Song Xiang to appear quickly and said impatiently: "You go now..."
Before he finished speaking, the phone suddenly hung up.
beep--
Yanhan's pupils dilated and he put down his phone in disbelief.
Yan Song next to him was also stunned. Song Xiang dared to hang up Yan Han's phone. This sounded fantasy enough.
"Master, Miss Song maybe..."
"Is she going to rebel?!!!"
Yan Han gave a sharp shout, raised his hand and smashed the phone in his hand.
With a bang, the phone shattered into pieces on the ground.
Yan Song had a big headache and really didn't understand how it could become like this.
"How about I go pick up Miss Song?"
"Will I die without her?" Yan Han glared at Yan Song fiercely, with a gloomy face, and made a decision casually, "Let everyone around her come back, and no one is allowed to follow her!"
What he thought last night was indeed right. This woman should go through a process to repay her kindness, so that she can feel at ease. When she feels that she has made enough compensation, she will naturally not feel guilty, and then she can do whatever she wants.