The mung bean soup was cooked by Song Xiang before going to bed. Now when it is served, the bean paste is cooked out, and it looks very attractive.
Yan Han drank a bowl on an empty stomach and looked at Song Xiang suspiciously, "I thought you only had the talent to make garbage, but I didn't expect that there would be an accident."
Song Xiang smiled, "Thank you for the compliment."
She turned around, rolled her eyes, and went out to put the bowl in the dishwasher.
The analgesics taken by Yan Han took effect and he could lean on the bedside to talk. Song Xiang sat next to him, preparing ointment despite his drowsiness, preparing to change Yan Han's dressing later.
"Why don't you wear gloves?" Yan Han suddenly asked.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then wordlessly found the disposable gloves and put them on, while showing them to Yan Han.
She did it again and said leisurely: "Mr. Yan, you don't need to be on guard against me. Although I have a personal grudge against you, considering our current purely employment relationship, I sincerely hope you live a long life."
Yan Han glanced at her and said nothing.
Song Xiang turned his head and smiled, "The communication between us can be more normal."
"for example?"
"For example, you can talk to me like a normal subordinate. There is no need..." Song Xiang thought for a moment and said, "Take extra care of me."
Yan Han: "After five years of suffering, now you know how to make demands?"
Song Xiang: "There was a time when you were not as armed as you are now."
Yan Han frowned and couldn't think of a time when their relationship had eased. In his memory, the relationship between them was always cold. Except for being forced to be fiery in bed, the rest of the time was no better than a stranger. He always wanted to find something for her.
Seeing that he couldn't figure it out, Song Xiang reminded him calmly: "You were trying to show me off during that time."
Yan Han's expression was indescribable, and he turned around and gave Song Xiang a cold look.
Song Xiang shrugged and continued: "At that time, I just entered society and didn't have much edge. You had needs in me, so you pretended to be good."
She raised her head, paused, and said: "It's the same now. As your subordinate, I am of use to you, so you can still pretend a little bit."
She said these words calmly, without any hesitation, as if she were discussing a certain plan in a conference room, and finally voted with a show of hands without any personal feelings.
Yan Han was at least a little irritable at first, but when she said this, his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were instantly extinguished.
The room became quiet.
Song Xiang prepared the ointment and stood up to help Yan Han change it.
Yan Han didn't look at her and raised his hand to block her movement.
"Aren't you going to change the dressing?"
"I'll go to the hospital to change during the day."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "That's okay..."
She squatted down and packed her things very quickly.
"What else do you have..."
"unnecessary."
The man suddenly had a cold face. Although he was not angry, he was obviously angry.
Song Xiang was at a loss and felt that what he just said was correct.
She slowly exited the room and closed the door.
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Yan Han leaned against the bed, his thin lips pursed tightly, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
Song Xiang's words were repeated over and over in his ears, and the most important words were brought out.
Simple employment relationship...
He couldn't say he was angry, he just felt a little bored. In the past two months, he had always disliked her and had been showing her off. After thinking about it, it was really unnecessary.
No one would waste their emotions on a secretary unless they like it.
He sneered at the darkness, knowing in his heart that until it reached that point, at most it would be like Lu Zechen's twisted possessiveness towards Gu Lian.
It's just that he doesn't want to go through so much trouble and doesn't leave any dignity to each other.
Dong dong dong——
There was a knock on the door outside.
Song Xiang: "Mr. Yan, Yan Song is here."
Yan Han pinched his eyebrows and took a long breath of relief, "Let him wait."
"OK."
Yan Han lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the door, opened the door, and met Song Xiang's eyes.
"You don't need to take care of me. Go back to Yueji and complete the bankruptcy and reorganization as soon as possible. I don't want to see unnecessary situations happen."
Song Xiang didn't react in time. She took a step back and nodded several times to make sure that Yan Han had no other intentions. Then she walked blankly to her room.
She felt that Yan Han seemed a little different, more businesslike.
This is her favorite state, it has nothing to do with the past, both of us are standing in the right position.
I am in a good mood and the stress of the past few days has been reduced a lot.
Yan Song happened to be outside. Song Xiang changed her clothes and went out to meet Yan Song.
"Brother Yan, can I ask about the decoration of my house?"
Yan Song was stunned, "For now..."
"Can you help me find someone to do it as soon as possible?" Song Xiang was a little embarrassed, "I want to move there as soon as possible."
Yan Song was confused, thinking it was Yan Han who said something unpleasant again. He originally wanted to persuade Song Xiang, but he didn't expect Yan Han to come out of the bedroom.
He probably heard Song Xiang's words, so he just glanced at her lightly and said, "Help her find her."
Song Xiang smiled gracefully, nodded to both Yan Han and Yan Song, thanked him again and again, and then left around Yan Song.
The whole process was decent, both parties easily gained points, and it was very graceful.
After entering the elevator, Song Xiang reached out and patted his chest.
Heaven, it turns out that keeping a polite distance from Yan Han is so thrilling.