Song Xiang had a quick sleep in the office, and when she got up the next day, her nose was stuffed up. As soon as her thoughts turned to warm things, her mood was ruined early in the morning.
She went to Yue Ji's cafeteria for breakfast. There was no one there in the early morning. After she finished eating, she went upstairs and gradually became popular.
Many people said hello to Song Xiang along the way, but they all looked at her with strange eyes, more or less looking at her.
Before Song Xiang arrived at the office, Yang Liu called.
"Song Xiang! What's wrong with you?"
Song Xiang was confused, "What's wrong with me?"
"Didn't you look at your phone?"
Song Xiang's heart skipped a beat and she immediately knew something was wrong. She quickly exited the call page and opened the gossip news.
Yang Liu's voice continued: "Oh my god, what the hell, that little secretary ran to the river to commit suicide and was saved by passers-by!"
Song Xiang stood in the corridor with an expressionless face, reading the news. She felt as if she was in an ice cellar. She was even more shocked than yesterday when she heard that Wen Xin was pregnant.
A few hours ago, near midnight, Wenxin committed suicide by the river and was rescued by passers-by.
There are all the videos and pictures, and at the end is a heartwarming and crying self-narration.
"I was pregnant and he asked her to come to me and kill my child!!"
Specious words, but conveyed a shocking scandal.
Song Xiang scrolled down further and saw the part about himself.
The driver who drove her yesterday took photos and testified that she came out of Zijin Jiayue where Wenxin lives.
Netizens just did a little research and found out all about her experience of working as Yan Han's secretary for five years and recently taking up the post of CEO of Yue Ji.
——Shit, Yan Han looks like a dog, but his character is so bad!
——It seems that this Song Xiang relied on sex to get to the position, and now he is forcing his secretary to fall onto the platform. I vomited.
——You scumbag man and bitch, please die quickly.
——Speechless, are you all fools? This little secretary doesn’t look like a great beauty. Is Yan Han so hungry that he doesn’t choose what to eat?
…
There were curses from top to bottom, and occasionally there were one or two sensible ones, which were quickly lost in the saliva of netizens.
Yang Liu was still saying: "Hey! What's going on with you? Please clarify it quickly!"
Song Xiang held up his forehead, his temples were beating wildly, and he was very irritated, "No one would believe me even if I jumped into the river on live broadcast."
Yang Liu: "It's amazing. The little girl looks like a human being."
Song Xiang laughed, helplessly laughing at himself: "Maybe what she said is true?"
Yang Liu snorted, "What the hell are you farting at? Can I see who you are?"
Song Xiang was somewhat comforted, said a few words casually, and quickly hung up the phone.
As soon as she hung up the phone, Ding Fan knocked on the door and came in with a very ugly look on his face.
"Mr. Song, Chairman Zhang is here."
Song Xiangli was slightly surprised, he did not expect Zhang Yunfu to come out at this time.
She knocked on the table and said, "Director Zhang, please wait for me in the conference room."
"OK."
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Hospital
In the ward, the atmosphere was as cold as an ice cellar. Li Shan, who was reporting the situation, did not dare to move or even look at Yan Han's expression.
The man sat on the bed, his eyes passing over the news section in front of him, his eyebrows cold.
"Six people looked at a little girl and she ran away?"
Yan Song stood beside him, his head lowered, "Master, it's my fault."
Yan Han's sharp gaze came over, and his thin lips moved slightly, "The speed at which you admit your mistakes does not seem to match your ability."
Yan Song's eyes swayed and he stood up straight, "Give me two hours and I will bring the person back."
"Bring the person back, and then let the outside world speculate whether we killed the person?" Yan Han asked expressionlessly.
Yan Song was speechless, with layers of cold sweat on his back, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense for the time being.
There was a knock on the ward door, and Zhao Zhe entered with the director of the public relations department.
"Mr. Yan, we have obtained the surveillance video of the Sixteen Days Hotel Chain that night. As long as it is sent out, it will be clarified immediately."
He snorted sternly and coldly, with a sharp tone, "If you send out your front foot, your back foot will be finished in sixteen days. Most netizens will think that the video is synthesized. The truth is that capital dominates everything!"
The director of the public relations department lowered his head and said, "Sorry, we were not cautious enough."
"Mr. Yan didn't raise you just to hear nonsense like you saying sorry to me at a time like this!"
Yan Han scolded in a low voice, his entire face was gloomy and irritated, and his back was just slightly injured, and the pulling caused a lot of pain.
He glanced at Yan Song and asked, "Where is Song Xiang?"
Yan Song: "Miss Song has been staying in Yueji since yesterday."
Stern and cold snorted, "She can sit still! You stupid thing, she actually let her face be photographed."
Yan Song said with a procedural face, "You ordered people to drive Miss Song out of the car. She had no choice but to take a taxi."
Yan Han slowly turned his face, his eyes scrutinizing, "I think you can really change your name."
Yan Song twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly lowered his head.