Song Xiang flopped twice and regained his footing in the swimming pool.
She was panting heavily, and she didn't even have the strength to stare at Shu Han.
Yan Han squatted on the shore, laughed mercilessly, and then stretched out his hand to the woman in the swimming pool again.
"come over."
Song Xiang rolled her eyes at him, not believing him at all, and turned around and walked to the ladder on the other side.
She was soaked to the skin and a little tired from all the hard work. She didn't want to move for the time being, so she just hugged the ladder and soaked in the water.
Yan Han watched her put her face against the ladder, panting slightly, like a little otter.
"Is your physical strength so poor?"
Song Xiang hummed, calming down and saying nothing.
Yan Han was not in a hurry, he turned around, lifted the cat away, and sat down on the bench.
On a summer night, the evening breeze is blowing, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers, making people want to squint their eyes comfortably.
Yan Yanhan looked at Song Xiang, and after a while he said, "What's going on today?"
Song Xiang squinted his eyes and turned his head confusedly, "What?"
"Pretending to be like a quail, who are you showing it to?" Yan Han glanced at her sideways.
Song Xiang was speechless, she was avoiding him, it had nothing to do with whether she was pretending to be quail or not.
"It's not my circle, I don't want to squeeze in."
Yan Han pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.
That was not Song Xiang's circle, but it was his circle.
"When you joined the company five years ago, the secretarial office was not your circle. I think you were quite happy to be there."
Song Xiang opened his eyes and stared at the calm water for a while.
Yan Han didn't understand. The circle of the secretary's office was difficult to tolerate. At least she could reach them by stepping on her feet. However, the circle of people like Wang Fuxue was different. Even if she had a mountain under her feet, she still had to talk to them at the top of her voice.
"I can't squeeze anymore." She said casually.
Yan Han hummed softly and put one hand on the handle of the chair, "You have to squeeze even if you can't squeeze."
Song Xiang pursed his lips, why is this man so unreasonable? How could he have his head pressed and let people fight in the palace?
She turned away and rolled her eyes at the air.
"Just retreat when something happens. You can just lie down and wait for others to collect your body." Yan Han showed no mercy.
Song Xiang was speechless and boldly said: "Mr. Yan, there is no point in pretending to be stupid. Some people target me, and you have to bear half of the responsibility."
She hummed twice and added: "Except for some people, I don't get along well with everyone."
"You and Gong Shiheng get along well, right?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
He smiled harshly and coldly, "Don't have sweet dreams. He is a hot commodity. Even if you cut off your head, you still can't squeeze in."
Song Xiang: "..."
As expected, ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth.
She closed her eyes and didn't want to talk to this guy.
She didn't speak, so Yan Han thought she was angry.
He was not very happy either, and then he pulled the flower next to him and hit her on the head very "ferociously".
One flower, two flowers, the more you hit them, the more unpleasant they become.
Song Xiang also had a temper. She turned around and stared at Yan Han for a while, but found that it had no effect.
A flower was smashed into the water in front of me, and the whole pool of water was completely ruined.
No matter what, since he has only one hand now, I might as well take advantage of his illness to kill him.
She thought for a moment, picked up the flowers in the water, and then looked at Yan Han.
Yan Han paused for a moment, alert, "What do you want to do?"
Song Xiang: "...rebellion!"
After saying that, she walked towards Yan Han with the flowers in her arms, and smashed out a large handful of wet flowers with great force.