Song Xiang was so angry that smoke was coming out of her nostrils, but no one was under the eaves, so she could only swallow her anger. Yan Han threw too many books to her, so she came out of the study and returned to her room to work overtime and study.
After working late into the night, I woke up in the morning with two dark circles under my eyes. I had no choice but to put on heavy makeup.
When I walked out of the door, I didn't expect that Yan Han was still there.
The man was sitting at the dining table. He just raised his eyes when he heard the movement. He was slowly cutting steak in his hand, and the mobile phone at his hand was playing the itinerary recorded by Zhao Zhe's voice.
Yan Song stood aside and when he saw Song Xiang coming out, he nodded politely to Song Xiang.
"Ms. Song, morning."
Song Xiang returned the favor with a smile and glanced at the Man-Han banquet on the table. She was lucky enough to have some leftovers yesterday, but she didn't know if she would be lucky today.
Yan Han: "Either sit down or walk away, avoid blocking the light."
Block light?
Song Xiang looked around at the floor-to-ceiling windows built for adequate lighting, and felt that this was really hypocritical.
But you can enjoy the meal, and it's okay to get a few sarcastic remarks.
She sat down opposite Yan Han and picked out one or two items at random. Every bite was satisfying.
Money is indeed a good thing, at least you can bring the best food from all over the world to your dining table every day.
Song Xiang was envious and jealous in his heart, and at the same time he did not forget to feed himself poisonous chicken soup. As long as he worked hard, he would succeed.
Yan Han finished eating before her, stood up, took the coat from Yan Song's hand, and prepared to go out.
Song Xiang glanced at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, the boss had gone out, and she couldn't wait to continue eating.
He hurriedly picked up a piece of bread and stood up, following Yan Han towards the entrance. However, he used too much force and accidentally squeezed into Mr. Yan's noble body.
Song Xiang laughed twice and stepped back knowingly, "Please go first."
He glanced at her severely, raised his chin, and walked out of the door very coldly.
Song Xiang was cursing behind her, and when she turned around to see Yan Song, the two exchanged glances at the same time, understanding each other tacitly.
After entering the elevator, Yanhan went to the first floor. She had a car. Although Song Xiang also had a car, she didn't have a professional driver. Driving during rush hours was just asking for death.
Seeing Yan Han get out of the elevator, Song Xiang had the urge to take a ride.
She seizes the time to run down, then steps towards the door, expecting Yan Han's car to pass by.
Considering how good the relationship has been recently, it's not a big deal to go along with him for a while.
Just as he was thinking this, a black Bentley approached from behind, and Song Xiang could clearly see it in the concave and convex mirror on the roadside.
Stop, stop quickly.
Brush it.
The car approached slowly and then drove past without mercy.
Song Xiang watched Bentley disappear in front of her eyes, her expression froze.
Depend on!
She wiped her face and took several deep breaths.
It's too much. How could Yan Han be so humane? It would be terrible if he stopped and asked himself if he wanted to get in the car.
I rolled my eyes wildly at the sky, then walked to the subway station with a grimace.
At eight o'clock, the flow of people peaks and the temperature rises. It's really painful especially when you get out of the subway.
Song Xiang was feeling unhappy due to the heat, and was a little unreasonable. She subconsciously complained that Yan Han didn't stop the car to pick her up.
Maybe it was because she had been so harmonious recently that she forgot that she had suffered like this before, and she didn't feel that Shun Han was hateful at that time.
I walked into the office with a hatred of rich people, and my enthusiasm for work was very intense.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Ding Fan stood at the door of the secretary's office holding a large bouquet of flowers.