Yan Han's eyes were disgusted and he said angrily: "You've only been here for a few days and you've lost all your five years' worth of stuff?"
Song Xiang was at a loss for words. She had been with Yan Han for five years, and it was not that she had no experience of meeting guests late at night, but only very few.
"Who are you meeting?" she couldn't help but ask.
Yanhan buttoned up the last button and stood in front of the mirror, his posture upright and imposing even if he didn't speak.
He raised his chin and said, "Gu Songyang."
"Ancient?" Song Xiang was shocked and almost couldn't hold the hand holding the quilt.
Yan Han didn't refute, just nodded.
Song Xiang was silent, a little worried. Gu Songyang was a retired deputy state figure. He was nearly eighty years old. He was still receiving Yan Han so late. If something happened, it would be a big deal.
"Mr. Yan, I have a history of cerebral infarction. Isn't it appropriate to do it so late?"
Yan Han didn't look back, strode to the sofa, made another phone call, and ordered someone to prepare the information.
After making the call, he found that Song Xiang was still looking at him and said casually: "I'm not the only one."
Song Xiang understood that nine times out of ten, the decision-making power on important matters rested with Gu. A group of people were waiting to be received, and Yan Han was no exception.
Yan Han changed his clothes and went outside. After a while, someone came in. Song Xiang knew it was Xu Yi from the sound of his voice.
"Mr. Yan, the Han family has left. Now Lin Ruxuan and Lin Cong, father and son, are inside."
Yan Han asked in a calm voice, "Have they met?"
"We only met at the door, no interaction." Xu Yi replied.
Yan Han said nothing.
Song Xiang got out of bed holding the quilt, quickly found a bathrobe and put it on, then leaned against the door and eavesdropped.
Yan Han seemed to be about to leave and asked Xu Yi to go out and prepare.
Song Xiang straightened up quickly. It was too late to run away. Yan Han opened the door and caught her eavesdropping.
He glanced at her coldly, went in and took the watch he had just taken off, without saying a word.
Song Xiang was suffering from occupational illness and couldn't help but tell her: "Mr. Yan, I'm old and have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. It's strictly forbidden to stay up late. If you want to talk about something, you'd better pay attention to the time."
Yan Han glanced at her with unclear meaning.
Song Xiang thought for a while and said: "Also, Wenxin is not suitable to accompany you."
Yan Han paused slightly and raised his eyelids, "If she is not suitable, who is?"
"Both Zhao Zhe and Xu Yi are fine." Song Xiang said without even thinking about it: "Gu's late wife was Mr. Shi's beloved daughter. She had a sonorous life and was the most annoying girl. She didn't even like Gu. And she was very ancient.
Regarding your lifestyle, it is really inappropriate for you to bring a beautiful female secretary there in the middle of the night."
She makes sense in every sentence, is relaxed and measured, and is completely rational.
Yan Han looked at her and waited for her to finish speaking before looking away.
Song Xiang thought he had to take Wenxin with him, and wanted to persuade her again, "You have plenty of opportunities to show her the world. She..."
"Who said I wanted to take Wenxin with me?" The man suddenly raised his head and looked at her intently.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Then you..."
"Xu Yi, that's enough." Yan Han's words were concise and concise.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, limped to the edge, and shut up knowingly.
Xu Yi knocked on the door outside to remind him that the time was up, and Yan Han took his coat and walked out.
Passing the door, he turned sideways and glanced at Song Xiang, "Gu Lian's people are here, handle it yourself."
Song Xiang didn't understand the meaning. Yan Han had already left the room. She thought about it silently before remembering that she and Gu Lian were going to fight each other.
While I was lost in thought, the cell phone beside the bed rang.
She endured the pain and dragged her legs over and answered: "I'm Song Xiang."
"Sister Xiang, we have arrived at the World Trade Center. What do you say?"
Song Xiang leaned on the sofa and thought for a while, "You guys wait downstairs. I'll call him over. You can teach him a lesson. He was too harsh."
"clear."
Hang up the phone.
Song Xiang crossed his arms, thought about it for a while, and then called Wang Yong after he was sure.
The other party answered the phone quickly, and Wang Yong's rough voice came over, with a very bad attitude, "Where are you? It's late at night, aren't you looking for trouble?"
Song Xiang pretended to be drunk and said in a drawl, "Mr. Wang, come pick me up."
Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, and his tone softened obviously, "You drank too much and you ran out?"
Song Xiang guessed that he was just in collusion with the front desk and would not check the surveillance system, so he pretended to be a big talker and spoke in a daze: "I don't know, I'll be here when I wake up."
Wang Yong clicked his tongue, "Where is it?"
Song Xiang reported the hotel address and repeatedly said that she didn't know him, which made her feel very scared.
When Wang Yong heard that it was a hotel, his tone softened and he asked Song Xiang to find a room to rest while he went over to take a look at her.
Song Xiang snorted coldly, she was such a pervert, if she didn't teach him a lesson, he would really think that she, Song Xiang, was a soft persimmon.
She hung up the phone and waited for Wang Yong to come and look for death. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and could just see downstairs.
I finally felt a little happy when someone knocked on the door again outside.