Yan Han stood in front of the window, watching the woman in a white dress walking down the steps, her face so cold that it could freeze instantly.
Suddenly, the people downstairs seemed to notice his gaze and turned around before getting in the car.
Without thinking, he quickly closed the curtains.
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When Song Xiang saw the curtains closed, she rolled her eyes on the spot, and then got into the car despite the pressure.
As the car drove away, she tried to bargain with Yan Song.
"When we get to the restaurant, can I get off first?"
Yan Song: "For your safety, please don't be willful."
Be willful, sister!
Song Xiang went crazy and sat on pins and needles.
What would Yang Yukun think if she brought so many people into the restaurant? What if she was photographed by a gossip reporter? Would she not want to live anymore?
"Special Assistant Yan, if he is photographed, it will easily affect Yan's reputation."
Yan Song: "It doesn't matter. As for the stock price, it doesn't matter if it drops a little."
Song Xiang: "..."
You are cruel.
She closed her mouth and leaned against the window without speaking.
However, only she knew that the closer she got to the restaurant, the more nervous she became, and her toes were almost digging together.
A dozen neat luxury cars are quite impressive even in the imperial capital.
When I was exhausted, my phone started ringing again.
"Hello."
"Song Xiang, I'm here."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll be there soon."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
When I hung up the phone, my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
The car happened to stop, and there was not a single car in front of the restaurant.
Song Xiang was a little suspicious, so she got out of the car and covered her face with her hands.
She quickly ran into the restaurant, but there was no one inside. The entire restaurant's waiters were waiting for her.
"Hello, Miss Song——"
Say hello uniformly.
Song Xiang was startled and licked her lips, "Okay... hello."
The manager came up in person and made a gesture of invitation, "Follow me."
"good."
Song Xiang clutched her handbag, her palms full of sweat. She had a hunch that Yan Han might have booked the venue.
The manager led her to a corner seat by the window, where she could see the entire street. Yang Yukun was sitting in a booth, looking down at the menu.
When Song Xiang approached, Yang Yukun quickly stood up to greet her and gave her a large bouquet of roses.
"You are so beautiful today."
Song Xiang tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "Thank you."
There was a chill in her hands, and she took the flowers tremblingly, her expression stiff.
"I heard this restaurant is very famous, why is it so deserted?" Yang Yukun talked while pouring tea for Song Xiang.
Song Xiang: "Maybe... off-season."
Yang Yukun smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
The dishes came one by one. The first few dishes were very ordinary, but after that, they started to go overboard. They were all ridiculously expensive signature dishes.
Song Xiang noticed something was wrong in time and stopped him quickly, "We didn't order these dishes."
Manager: "Mr. Yan ordered these for you. Mr. Yan said that they would be charged to his account."
Yang Yukun: "Your friend?"
Song Xiang smiled, "No, an... elder."
manager:???
Yang Yukun was stunned for a moment, "I heard from auntie that your family has very few relatives."
Song Xiang: "We just met each other recently."
Yang Yukun made a clear expression, "I understand, the elders are like this and will check for the younger ones."
Song Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Yang Yukun to eat. However, before he had even eaten two chopsticks, the manager came out again.
"Miss Song, this is the wine that Mr. Yan helped you two drink."
Song Xiang twitched the corners of her mouth hard, forgetting the food, this bottle of wine is worth at least 400,000 yuan.