Song Xiang leaned on the man's shoulder, her face was hot. She didn't feel ashamed when she spoke just now. It was simply embarrassing to be teased by Yan Hanyi.
Her hand was still pressed on Yan Han's eyes, but she didn't move, and Yan Han didn't take off her hand either.
She leaned close to him, and the sound she made fell clearly in his ears. Although it was false, the sound involved in the tone at the end could bring back some memories.
Unfortunately, her eyes were covered and she couldn't clearly see her expression when she spoke.
But he can remember and imagine.
His Adam's apple slid up and down, and he breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
The hand on his eyes moved away, Song Xiang took a step back, his expression calmed down.
Yan Han wanted to speak again, but she had already taken out a tube of perfume and sprinkled it all in the cubicle.
Instantly, the fragrance of roses overflowed, overwhelming the smell of blood.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "Very well prepared."
Song Xiang: “The skills of my old profession are still there.”
A truly professional secretary must be thoughtful.
Apart from the taboo of severe cold, she has done a great job every day in the past five years.
Yan Han pulled off the clothes on the clothes hanger with one hand and stretched his arms inward with difficulty.
Seeing this, Song Xiang quickly helped.
She was just wearing a coat, and the color of Yan Han's lips could no longer be described as pale, and the lipstick she applied in the morning had been diluted by alcohol.
Song Xiang thought for a while, then lowered his head and flipped through his lipstick.
Yan Han grabbed her hand and said, "No need to bother."
Song Xiang shook his head, "No, how can anyone not see that you are about to die?"
Yan Han: "..."
He licked his back molars, let go of Song Xiang's wrist, and lifted her chin.
Song Xiang was confused, "What to do?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man touched her lips with his fingers.
She had applied lipstick, and it was thickly applied. The man's fingertips lightly smeared it and easily wiped it off her lips.
Song Xiang was at a loss, and then saw Yan Han wiping his lips with his fingers.
"Is this okay?"
Song Xiang was speechless.
She pressed her hand into the small bag and just touched the lipstick.
Helpless, I could only glance at Yan Han sideways, then take out my lipstick, push Yan Han away, and go out to touch up her makeup in the mirror.
Yan Han followed her out, walked to the door and locked it, then leaned against the door with squinted eyes to watch her apply lipstick.
The bright red color touched her lips and lightly passed over them. Then she would purse her lips, and her charm suddenly appeared.
Song Xiang put away her lipstick and found Yan Han looking at her in the mirror.
"General Shao has left, should we leave too?"
Yan Han didn't have much energy and nodded lazily, "Yeah."
Song Xiang turned around, approached him as usual, and then held his arm to prevent any fool from approaching him.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into Nian Anxi again.
"Li Han, where have you been?"
It's really pointless to ask knowingly.
Yan Han didn't say anything and asked directly: "Is something wrong?"
Nian Anxi glanced at Song Xiang and said calmly: "My uncle is also here. Do you want to meet him?"
Song Xiang had the impression that Nian Anxi's uncle seemed to be a public official, and his position should be quite high.
Logically speaking, both public and private, Yan Han should meet each other.
But now...
"He can't go." Song Xiang said.
"Why?" Nian Anxi frowned, looking at Song Xiang with extremely cold eyes.
Forget it before, Song Xiang always kept the bottom line with Yan Han, but it was different today, as if Yan Han was already in her pocket.