Song Xiang avoided Yan Han's gaze and opened his mouth, "Thank you..."
Before she could finish her words, a man's mocking sneer sounded in her ears.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, feeling like someone had slapped him hard on the face, and his self-esteem was completely crushed to the ground.
Outside the car, the hotel manager's tone was flattering, as if he were respectfully welcoming the emperor.
Comparing the two, Song Xiang felt even more heartbroken.
Yan Han humiliated her with a sneer, and got out of the car without any pressure. His tall figure blocked the light shining into the car, and Song Xiang was completely hidden in the darkness.
When the hotel manager saw Wen Wen getting down from the co-pilot in a glamorous manner, he immediately treated her like a beloved concubine and asked the vice president to follow her the whole time without seeing Song Xiang.
The car door closed, and Song Xiang sat in the car like a sculpture, neither walking nor staying.
The next second, the car door near her was opened.
Zhao Zhe leaned down and put his head into the car, "Sister Xiang, get out of the car."
Song Xiang clenched her fists and glanced at Zhao Zhe reluctantly, "Can you...can you take me to the hotel next door?"
Zhao Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked embarrassed, "This hotel is okay. Mr. Yan must have arranged a room for you. Go up and rest first."
His eyes glanced at Song Xiang's back unconsciously, and Song Xiang remembered that her back was soaked. At that time, she thought it was ice water, but now it was sticky and cold, so it was obviously a drink.
She thought to herself, just go in and tidy up. If Yan Han's tone was any worse, she would probably just leave.
With this, she breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Zhao Zhe, and got out of the car.
Zhao Zhe reached out politely, and Song Xiang felt warm and took the young man's arm to get out of the car.
The night wind blew, sending a chill down my spine.
When he raised his head, he met the gaze of Yan Han who suddenly turned around and cast his gaze not far away. Song Xiang immediately shuddered.
Yan Han just glanced in the direction of her and Zhao Zhe, and then turned around with indifference.
Song Xiang didn't understand what he meant, so she followed Zhao Zhe inside.
The manager arranged the best presidential suite for Yan Han, took a look at the warmth, and said with a warm expression, "The suite has everything. I wish you two a good night."
Wen Xin's face felt hot, she lowered her head slightly and clung to Yan Han's side obediently.
Yan Han looked cold and did not refute, and walked straight into the room, followed by Wen Xin.
"Sister Xiang, your room is in front." Zhao Zhe seemed to have seen nothing and still treated Song Xiang politely.
Song Xiang was very grateful to him and smiled, "Thank you."
Zhao Zhe nodded and led Song Xiang into a room near Yan Han's suite, which also had good facilities.
As soon as he entered the door and stepped on the carpet of the room, Song Xiang's feet went soft, and severe pain came from the sprained ankle just now.
She screamed in pain and her whole body shook.
Zhao Zhe quickly supported her with quick eyes and hands, a little surprised, "Sister Xiang, your foot is injured?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts a little bit."
Zhao Zhe lowered his head and saw her swollen ankle. He gasped and couldn't help but admire her. She was so injured that she hadn't said a word since she got in the car.
He helped Song Xiang sit by the bed and quickly made a decision, "Sister Xiang, sit here for a while and I will buy you medicine."
Song Xiang quickly waved her hand, "No, I'll just apply it with a towel later."
She didn't have any friendship with Zhao Zhe, so why did she have the nerve to let him go through such trouble.
Zhao Zhe stood up with a firm attitude, "Don't be polite to me. If you hadn't insisted during the interview, I might not have gotten this job. Just think of it as my repayment."
Song Xiang didn't expect him to remember this, so he smiled and said, "I passed you because you are indeed excellent, and for no other reason."
Zhao Zhe didn't say much. He turned around and said, "I know, but thank you for giving me the opportunity."
Song Xiang was helpless and had no chance to stop him.
Seeing Zhao Zhe go out, she felt uncomfortable wearing soaked clothes and couldn't help but drag her painful leg to the bathroom.
She estimated that Zhao Zhe wouldn't come back too soon, and even if he came back, he wouldn't have a room card, so it would be completely safe for her to take a shower.
With this thought, Song Xiang quickly put on the hot water, took off her wet clothes and sat in the bathtub.
When the cold body was soaked in hot water, satisfaction and relaxation quickly flowed into the heart, and the defenses in the heart were naturally relieved.
Song Xiang turned her back to the bathroom door and soon became drowsy from soaking in the bath, a little forgetting the time.
Click.
The door was opened and quickly closed again.
Song Xiang woke up suddenly, thinking that Zhao Zhe was back, so she subconsciously got into the water, turned her head and looked out the door.
"go out!!"
There was so much water in the bathroom that she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but after yelling, she felt something was wrong. This person was taller than Zhao Zhe.
"Someone kindly bought you medicine, but you didn't even let me take a shower?"