"I approved the resignation letter, but I won't send it."
"You really don't want to sue me?"
Gu Wanru went out. Song Xiang thought of her surprise when she left and felt a little funny.
When she didn't complain, people were unhappy and thought she was looking down on them.
Some people's hearts are really sick.
After letting the HR department deal with Gu Wanru, Ding Fan came in to talk about another matter.
"Someone from the headquarters just came and said that the grant you applied for has arrived."
Song Xiang was surprised, "How much?"
"Eighty million."
Not a cent is too much.
God, I hope Yan Gou...
wrong!
I wish Mr. Yan a long life!
The depression from last night was instantly gone, and I no longer had to gnash my teeth when I thought of Shun Han.
It was just lunch time when a call came in.
It's a severe cold.
"Go downstairs."
Before Song Xiang had time to ask any more questions, the call was hung up, and a lot of people were dragged away!
whispering sound.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, put away his cell phone, took his clothes and went downstairs.
When we arrived at the parking lot, Yanhan's car was not far away.
Song Xiang knocked on the window and the car door was unlocked.
She opened the door and felt a chill coming over her. The air conditioner was turned on fully.
Sitting in the car, I met stern and cold eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Yan!"
Yan Han raised his eyebrows. He thought this woman had to look at him, why was her face so red?
He glanced at Song Xiang's expression with the corner of his eyes to make sure that the happiness was not fake.
"Do you like the perfume?"
Song Xiang originally thought the smell was unpleasant, but after dispersing for a whole morning, the smell diminished. She lowered her head and sniffed, "It's pretty good."
Yan Han was suspicious, he was ready to face her stinky face, what was going on with her look like this.
Song Xiang leaned against the car, thinking about the allocation just now, and felt happy.
Another big hurdle has been passed, and then Yue Ji will be on the right track.
Yan Han didn't expect that the appropriation would be so useful. Seeing that Song Xiang looked good, he couldn't find any more trouble.
The car drove all the way out of the city and headed to a quiet place.
Song Xiang was surprised, "Where are we going?"
"The Bo family."
Song Xiang was stunned.
Yan Han noticed her expression and said calmly: "Aren't you curious about how Bo Zhan is doing?"
The expression on Song Xiang's face was slightly restrained. Bo Zhan's face passed before his eyes, and that cold and biting feeling flashed out again.
When the air conditioner blew, her whole body shivered.
"I don't want to see you."
Yan Han: "I don't see you, and then you think about it every day in your dreams?"
Song Xiang was speechless.
Yan Han was right, she had indeed dreamed about it, and she had deliberately not thought about it in the past two days, but as soon as she thought about it, her mood immediately sank.
She really didn't expect that young man to have that face.
"If we meet him once, he won't be able to move anyway."
"Can't move?" Song Xiang was surprised.
Yan Han pursed his lips and had no explanation.
The car drove to the suburbs and finally onto the mountain ring road.
The main residence of the Bo family is in Europe, and the Huanshan Villa is Bo Syan's private residence.
In order to deal with Bo Zhan, Bo Siyan came back specially.
Song Xiang was a little nervous. She had met this young master Bo a few times. He was cold and showed no emotion at all when looking at people. His poker face sounded good, but his dead face was more suitable.
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Han saw her clenching her fists and found it funny.
Song Xiang took a breath and made some plans in his mind.
Finally, the car stopped in front of the villa, and someone immediately opened the door.
Song Xiang got out of the car and looked around.
The Bo family is rooted in Europe, and Bo Syan received a Western education. Even the style of the house is more Gothic. At first glance, it looks more like a castle.