There was no conversation all the way, the two of them were like wood.
When they arrived at the villa, Song Xiang went back to the room without even looking at him.
Yan Yan got out of the car with a cold face and walked into the main hall angrily. When he heard Song Xiang slamming the door, he laughed in disbelief, then walked upstairs and slammed the door.
The whole villa was in panic.
Song Xiang returned to the room, opened her notebook, went through the documents sent by Ding Fan, and held a meeting inexplicably. The entire management team from top to bottom was confused by her surprise inspection.
At the end, there was nothing left to do in the meeting, and all he could do was stare at the video with big eyes. Song Xiang finally ended the tossing.
Yang Yukun sent her a message and made an appointment the day after tomorrow.
Looking at the screen, I thought that if I went out again and still had the same battle as today, that would be really scary.
next door
Yan Han was sitting at the table, writing and signing smoothly. The pen in his hand suddenly ran out of ink. He took a breath and threw it away very unhappily.
Yan Song stood aside and reported the situation bravely: "Master, that Mr. Yang... doesn't have any criminal record."
Yan Han stopped and said, "Isn't he thirty?"
How could a thirty-year-old man have no past at all?
"From the information, Mr. Yang is studying medicine. He has been studying all year round and has no emotional experience."
Tsk——
How could there be such a monster?
Yan Han felt even more depressed, leaned back on the chair suddenly, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Yan Song glanced at him, cleared his throat, and bravely spoke: "Master, please forgive me for telling the truth."
"Miss Song, you are of marriageable age."
Yan Han raised his eyes and received a cold gaze.
Yan Song silently closed his mouth.
"If he doesn't have a criminal record, then create one for him." Yan Han suddenly said.
Yan Song was startled, "This..."
"Can't do it?"
"No." Yan Song wiped the sweat from his forehead, "If Miss Song knew about it, she might be angry."
Yan Han frowned and said coolly: "She doesn't need to know."
Yan Song: "...Yes."
"Go and do it."
Yan Song was sent away.
The room became quiet.
Yan Han stood up from his seat, leaned his slender body on his desk, and lazily took out the darts in the pen holder.
With a thud, it plunged straight into the target on the wall.
Song Xiang's face flashed in his mind, and irritation welled up.
He used strength in his hands and fired several darts in succession, all of which were deeply embedded in the target.
He walked to the wall and slowly picked off the darts on the target one by one.
Suddenly, a gloomy look appeared on his face, and he stared at the target again and again.
"You want to run away before I can think clearly. You are so brave."
He knew from what happened with Bo Zhan last time that he liked Song Xiang, but he was still not close to marriage.
Now, that woman actually thinks faster than him. She can decide to start a blind date in three to five days and then take action immediately.
She is so awesome!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and I always feel like I've lost.
Throwing away the darts, he turned around and went out, striding to Song Xiang's door.
Just in time, Song Xiang opened the door.
Eyes facing each other.
Yan Han pursed his lips with a serious look on his face.
Song Xiang thought for a while and said bluntly: "Mr. Yan, I have a date the day after tomorrow. Can you take your chariot back?"
Yan Han was stunned for a moment, then lowered his lips and said, "We've negotiated today, and we can get the certificate the day after tomorrow."
Song Xiang was speechless, "You are overthinking, we are just ordinary friends now.