Song Xiang held her handbag and walked to the car with a calm face, leaned over and opened the car door.
"Mr. Yan."
Yan Han's eyes were complicated and he didn't stop her from getting into the car. He kept looking at the side of her face.
Song Xiang got into the car, with her back straight and silent, as if what just happened had never happened.
"Come out so soon?" The man's deep voice floated to his ears.
Song Xiang raised the corners of her lips, turned half sideways, and looked at Yan Han with mocking eyes, "Does Yan always think I can't get out?"
Yan Han narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly withdrew his scrutinizing eyes, and sneered. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.
"Something capable."
Song Xiang suddenly stopped smiling, turned to look forward, lowered his head subconsciously, and the outline of his face was blurred in the dim light.
"Thanks to Mr. Yan's years of training, I have benefited a lot."
Yan Han gently wiped his lips with his fingers, his eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion, and he looked up to see the mirror above.
In the mirror, you can just see Song Xiang.
Even after such an exciting experience, there was no flaw on her face. She was still as perfect as a robot, with no trace of her liveliness from a few years ago.
The light flashed, and the mark on the woman's neck flashed past.
The smile in his eyes disappeared instantly, and his eyes turned to Song Xiang again.
"parking."
The driver reacted quickly, stopped the car on the side of the road, and then rolled down.
Song Xiang suddenly couldn't control his anger. Taking the opportunity, he turned around and opened the door.
As soon as she put her hand on the door lock, an extra hand appeared on her waist and she pulled her back violently.
The body fell into the broad embrace, and the familiar scent of osmanthus cunningly entered the breath.
The man hugged her from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder.
Song Xiang gritted her teeth and gasped, refusing, "Mr. Yan, this is outside."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han snorted lightly, turned over the hair on her neck, and saw the bruise clearly.
"Can you go to the lounge with that white-skinned pig, but not in the car with me?"
He said slowly, his cold hands had already gone around Song Xiang's back, and he pulled down the zipper with familiarity.
The fear from half an hour ago suddenly came to him. Song Xiang bit his lip and cursed fiercely in his heart.
Son of a bitch!
"Please lower your voice later, the driver is still outside." The man's thin lips were pressed against her earlobe, but his eyes were fixed on Song Xiang's side face, not missing the slightest change in her expression.
Song Xiang was so angry that he was shaking all over, scolding him bloody in his mind, but he couldn't move because his hands were tied.
Yan Han felt the softening of her body, and unknowingly reduced the pressure on her, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to her neck.
"Mr. Yan?" Song Xiang took advantage of the opportunity to call him.
The man's movements did not stop, and he continued to place delicate kisses on the neck of the person under him, and his breathing was slightly rapid.
Song Xiang turned his face sideways, opened his eyes to see clearly the roof of the car above, and said quietly: "Don't you think it's dirty?"
Yan Han frowned slightly and paused.
Song Xiang opened her mouth and said word by word: "I stayed in there with Louis for twenty minutes, which was enough for a complete set."
Yan Han's pupils suddenly shrank, his jaw tightened, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Song Xiang took the opportunity to break free from the man's arms and slowly straightened out her messy clothes.
The man behind him was silent, and Song Xiang could feel the burning gaze on his back.
She took a deep breath, took her bag, and reached out to open the door.
"Mr. Yan, I want to inform you that I don't want to do this anymore."
After saying that, regardless of the expressions of the people behind him, he straightened his back and got out of the car.
The driver heard the noise and ran over in confusion, "Secretary Song?"
Song Xiang was still thinking of saying a few words to get by, but the man's angry voice came from the car.
"Let her go!"
The driver's expression was a little awkward, and he didn't want to persuade him or not.
Song Xiang shrugged, smiled politely at the driver, turned around and walked towards the road in high heels without even looking back.