Song Xiangfang was smart and didn't ask the bodyguard to buy soup and water. She tried her best to choose something that was convenient to eat, so that she didn't have to feed Yan Han.
Yan Han didn't eat much, and even raised a spoon with a grimace on his face, as if he was tired from eating.
Song Xiang doesn't have much to do. He will help if he can and will never feed him.
In the end, Yan Han lost his spoon and stopped eating.
The room became quiet again, and it was almost nine o'clock.
Song Xiang stood up and wanted to say that it was time to leave.
Yan Han closed his eyes and suddenly asked: "How is the production in the new quarter doing?"
Song Xiang didn't expect that he would suddenly ask about business, so she quickly sat down and reported everything.
"What's the plan for next quarter?" Yan Han asked again.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "We haven't come out yet, we..."
"The quarterly plan is preset, and you can't do such a simple little thing?" Yan Han opened his eyes.
Song Xiang opened his mouth, "Then I..."
Yan Han: "Do it here, show it to me when it's done."
When your immediate boss asks you to work overtime, you simply cannot refuse.
Song Xiang curled his lips and said dullly to find his notebook.
It was late at night, and by the time she made her plans, it would probably be dawn.
Dog capitalist!
After getting the notebook and sitting alone at the small table typing on the keyboard, I felt quite sad as when I was a kid and stayed up late doing homework.
Especially since the teacher is right behind me. Every time I write a paragraph, I have to check it and criticize it every time.
By twelve o'clock, Song Xiang couldn't help but start pecking at the rice.
"Bring it here and let me see." Yan Han suddenly spoke again.
Song Xiang stretched out her eyelids, held her notebook and sat on the edge of the bed, obediently waiting for Yan Han's criticism.
Yan Han sat on the bedside and watched slowly.
Song Xiang could wait at first, but when he became sleepy, he couldn't help but fall on the bed.
Yan Han caught her little moves several times and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips without interrupting.
Sure enough, before long, Song Xiang was lying beside the bed.
The man raised his hand, originally wanting to pat her head, but he was afraid of waking her up.
He closed his notebook and slowly lay down.
Turning sideways, you can just see the profile of the person next to you.
Asleep, it looks much cuter.
Staring at her, I suddenly remembered the scene I saw when I entered Beauty Square during the day.
They were all men, and he could tell what Lan Jingyu had planned just by looking at them.
Feeling unhappy, she couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch Song Xiang's ear hard.
I would really make trouble for him.
Song Xiang was sleeping deeply. He said "um" twice, raised his hand to open the annoying "fly", waved it a few times and put down his hand.
Yan Han snorted twice and temporarily withdrew his claws.
He was also sleepy. The surroundings suddenly entered a peaceful and quiet environment, and sleepiness quickly came over him.
…
Song Xiang slept until five in the morning, but her neck was still so sore that she couldn't sleep.
When you open your eyes, everything you see is white.
When I turned around and looked, I was shocked.
Yan Han fell asleep on his side, his thin lips pursed tightly, and there was no aggression on his face at all.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment. Looking back on last night, she remembered that she was so sleepy that she fell asleep.
He patted his forehead gently and stood up slowly.
I just felt like my whole body was falling apart, especially my neck, which hurt so much that I wanted to shed tears.
She limped toward the door and found that only two people were guarding outside, but they were also exhausted.
While Yan Han was still awake, she copied last night's information and quickly ran away.
When she walked outside the hospital, she was worried that the ancestor would be unhappy, so she edited a message and sent it regularly to avoid waking up Yan Han.