Yan Han closed the door, and Song Xiang had no chance to see him, so she could only turn around and go back to her room.
She was nervous until eleven o'clock, when Yan Song suddenly knocked on her door.
"Ms. Song, the phone has been repaired."
Song Xiang took the phone back and quickly opened the information page. Yang Yukun's messages were still there, and there were several more.
——I have booked a restaurant, do you have time?
——Are you busy?
——I'll arrive at about ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
One by one, he talks to himself, but he has no intention of ending.
Song Xiang was confused and still hesitating whether to agree or not. Xu Shuyan suddenly called again.
"Xiangxiang, did you answer Dr. Yang's call?"
Song Xiang was shocked, "Did you ask Dr. Yang to call me?"
"Dr. Yang is going to the Imperial Capital to buy medicine for us. Aren't you in the Imperial Capital? Treating others to a meal."
Song Xiang was helpless. She could feel Xu Shuyan's enthusiasm through the phone. No wonder Yang Yukun was so enthusiastic all of a sudden. Maybe she was also urged by her mother.
"Mom, I don't have time..."
"There is no time now, and there will be no time in the future." Xu Shuyan continued, "Listen to mother and go see her."
Song Xiang was speechless.
Xu Shuyan kept trying to persuade her, and finally said: "I will ask Dr. Yang, don't lie to me."
Song Xiang: "...I understand."
After hanging up the phone, he turned around and found that Yan Song was still there.
"What's up?"
Yan Song smiled slightly and said, "Master said you can go out tomorrow."
Song Xiang was even more surprised. She didn't expect Yan Han to be so easy to talk to. She thought she was going to argue with him again.
"Thank you, I will drive out by myself then."
Yan Song took a step back and said, "You don't have to worry about this, I'll prepare it."
Song Xiang always felt something was wrong. Watching Yan Song leave, she closed the door and felt a sudden rush in her heart.
Another message popped up on the phone, again from Yang Yukun.
She hesitated for a moment, worried that Xu Shuyan would really interfere, so she could only agree to the invitation.
Yang Yukun is a genial person, and he is also very funny when chatting. He is not the type to make people uncomfortable.
After chatting with him, Song Xiang lay on the bed with a very complicated mood.
If there weren't all these messy things, people like Yang Yukun would really be the best candidates for marriage.
But now she is not clear with Yan Han and her career is not improving, so how can she shamelessly start another relationship.
Gu Lian was right, she was leaning on her stick and feeling cold in every aspect.
She used to think that as long as she resigned from her position as secretary, she could draw a clear line with Yan Han.
But facts have proven that as long as you stay in the land of the Imperial Capital, you cannot escape the severe cold.
Even if you leave the imperial capital, you will still be surrounded by the influence of severe cold whenever you come into contact with the upper class society.
Unless you are willing to be ordinary all your life, leave everything behind and go to a small city.
Thinking of this, she patted her forehead, feeling so uncomfortable that she had a headache.
…
next door
Yan Han was sitting at the table, his side face shrouded in the blue light of the notebook, making his outlines stiff and his face full of coldness.
On the screen was the chat history between Song Xiang and Yang Yukun.
From top to bottom, there is nothing special, just shared by two people.
He put one hand on the table and couldn't express his feelings.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and smashed the crystal ball at hand.
There was a clang, and pieces were scattered on the ground.
Yan Song walked in, saw the mess on the ground, and said, "Master, everything is ready."
Yan Han leaned back in his chair and said, "Ask her to be on time and not to be late for even a minute."