Song Xiang opened the door angrily and went in, only to find Yan Han sitting in the glass room in the living room working. He had obviously walked in just a few minutes before her, yet he was so efficient.
Song Xiang shook off her dissatisfaction and thought about wasting a lot of time tonight, so she hurried to her own place to wash up and tidy up.
Twenty minutes later, she wrapped herself tightly and left the room again, but Yan Han was still in the same place.
The glass room is surrounded by glass, so the sound insulation is very good. When Yan Han calls on the phone inside, he can't hear a sound from outside.
Song Xiang boiled water and took medicine, and also made coffee for Yan Han.
She knocked on the door with her coffee. Yan Han glanced at her and continued to call, but he pressed the door button.
Song Xiang walked in, put down his coffee, and hesitated.
Yan Han hung up the phone and said coolly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Song Xiang smiled flatteringly and quickly pulled out his chair, "Yue Ji is about to go bankrupt and reorganized. I have never experienced this kind of situation before. Do you have any suggestions?"
He gave her a stern look, "Do you know how much a speech lesson costs for me?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han looked away and said in a perfunctory tone: "There are books and documents on the shelves in the study. Find them yourself."
Song Xiang was afraid that Shuanghan would regret it, so he quickly got up and ran to the study.
When you open the door, you will see a desk first. When you turn on the light, you will see books everywhere.
Song Xiang slumped his shoulders, "Mr. Yan, do you want to see all of these?"
"Your brain will never be able to see it all in the next life." A voice sounded from behind.
Song Xiang was startled, turned around, and found that Yan Han had followed him out.
The man was more than a head taller than her. He looked at her condescendingly and then entered the study with one hand in his pocket.
Song Xiang hurriedly followed, like a little tail.
Yan Han walked to the bookshelf, walked by it, pulled out the books he found useful, turned around and threw them to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang continued carefully, and just as she was about to look through it, a new one was thrown at her, and she could only catch it again in a hurry.
Song Xiang could barely hold on to five thick, dictionary-like books in a row. In the end, the book directly overtook her head, and the weight could no longer be supported.
"Mr. Yan!"
When Yan Han heard the noise, he turned around and saw that there was only a mountain of books and Song Xiang's face could not be seen.
"Won't you let it go first?"
Song Xiang pursed his lips, you threw it too fast, I didn’t even have a chance to put it down.
Regardless of what she was thinking, Yan Han took out the book and immediately began to make arrangements, "Read it within a month and I will assess it."
Song Xiang looked at the book in front of him, and his vision went dark, "I can't finish it..."
Halfway through his words, he met a stern and cold look.
"...I try hard to see!"
Yan Han looked away, walked behind the desk again, and found two thick documents that had been printed and bound into a volume.
"This is the restructuring plan for the two bankrupt companies that Yan purchased before. Take it back and analyze it clearly."
Song Xiang seemed to have seen the Sunflower Book. He put down the book in his hand and took it with both hands.
After Yan Han finished being a good person, he turned around and left, closing the door of the room.
Just as Song Xiang was about to take his things out, Yan Han's voice came from outside.
"Just look inside."
whispering sound--
You are not allowed to take it out yet.
Song Xiang pouted, sat down, smelled the sea of books, and lamented that the road was long and long.
Fortunately, her most powerful skill is learning.
Lean against the foot of the sofa, pick up a pen, and start immediately.
Yan Han was in the glass room outside. They were separated by a door and didn't interfere with each other. The harmony was so harmonious that it made people want to cry.
When Song Xiang encountered something he didn't understand, he looked up the information. If he really didn't understand it, he recorded it, and was prepared to shamelessly ask Yan Han for advice.
Time passes quickly.
Song Xiang was too engrossed to care. It wasn't until her stomach started growling that she realized it was almost twelve o'clock.
She didn't eat much at all from the fish dinner that night, and now her throat still hurts, and she felt hungry again.
It's really sad.
Song Xiang put down her book, quietly opened the door, and found that the lights in the living room were turned off, and Yan Han was working alone in the glass room.
She tiptoed to the kitchen, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in search of something to eat, and finally found a large package of seasoned pasta in the corner, as long as it was cooked.
The glass room was well insulated, so Song Xiang opened fire confidently and boldly.
However, as soon as he turned around, there was a figure at the door.
Yan Han is like a ghost, floating out of nowhere.
Song Xiang was so frightened that he choked and almost died on the spot.
Yan Han: "Cook a bowl for me too."
Song Xiang blinked, "Okay... okay!"
After she finished speaking, Yan Han drifted away again.
Song Xiang stood in front of the induction cooker, stunned for a moment, recalling what Yan Han said just now.
Is... help him cook a bowl?
Yan Han had never used such a polite tone before, and Song Xiang couldn't accept it for a while.
She stood in front of the pot, temporarily preparing to add two eggs to celebrate Mr. Yan becoming a man.
Happy and happy.
The noodles became soft quickly. Song Xiang was so excited that he just tried it with chopsticks and picked up the noodles.
Yan Han was already sitting in the living room and did not get up when he saw her coming out with a bowl.
However, Song Xiang was very pleased with this attitude. The first step in life should not be too demanding.