Yan Han was sitting in the car with the window rolled down, revealing his handsome profile.
"Get in the car."
Song Xiang glanced behind him and said, "I have a party tonight."
Yan Han frowned slightly and paused for a moment.
"Get in the car first."
Song Xiang was suspicious, "Send me there? It's too troublesome."
"It would be really troublesome for you to act alone and then be taken away."
Song Xiang pouted.
She straightened up, turned around and said hello to several executives, decided to stay at her original place, and then opened the door.
In the rearview mirror, several senior executives looked at each other and didn't move for a long time.
In the car, Song Xiang and Yan Han sat on opposite sides, rowing across the river as they did in the morning.
Song Xiang estimated that he would at most send her to the restaurant, and she would definitely leave then.
As a result, when they arrived at the scene, Yan Han got out of the car first.
Song Xiang quickly followed him and wanted to ask what he meant.
Mr. Sun had already arrived. As soon as he entered the restaurant, someone from the other party came out to greet him.
"Mr. Yan?!"
The person who came out to greet him knew Yan Han, but when he looked at Song Xiang behind him, his mouth was open for a long time, not understanding the situation.
Song Xiang came out to relieve the siege, "Let's go to the box first."
"Yes, yes." The other party nodded repeatedly and led the way in a panic.
When they arrived at the private room, as soon as the door opened, the bald Mr. Sun came up to him with squinted eyes before he saw anyone.
"Mr. Song..."
It happened to hit the severe cold.
"Yan...Mr. Yan?"
Bald Lao pushed up his glasses, staggering in fear, and finally managed to regain his balance.
The remaining half of the people in the box also stood up and paid attention.
They are Yue Ji's clients, at least on the same level as Yue Ji. The Yan family has already entered the world of capital, and people like Yan Han, who are usually hard to see, suddenly fell from the sky.
Both sides stared at each other, but it was Ding Fan who had seen the world and called everyone to sit down.
Yan Han sat on the table, Song Xiang sat on the right, and the seat on the left was suddenly empty.
Mr. Sun didn't sit down and pushed a young assistant over, which scared the little girl and kept drinking water.
"Mr. Song, let me toast you."
Halfway through, Mr. Sun came up to offer a toast.
Just as Song Xiang was about to pick up the glass, the person next to him picked up the wine glass first.
Mr. Sun's goldfish eyes widened.
Yan Han: "I drank it for her."
After saying that, I had a full cup of white wine and was stuffed in one gulp.
With a snap, he put down the wine glass and looked at it coldly.
Mr. Sun shivered and didn't quite understand the atmosphere. He laughed dryly twice, then he forced himself to imitate Yan Han and became depressed.
It was difficult for Song Xiang to look at him. Mr. Sun didn't have many hairs on his head. He would sweat when he was nervous, and those few hairs were all stuck to his scalp.
After drinking, he still pretended to smile boldly, and then left the scene dragging a large shadow.
Even Mr. Sun was embarrassed, and none of the senior executives next to him dared to come up again, and they were having an embarrassing social interaction on their own.
Song Xiang and Yan Han sat at the table, completely "isolated".
"What are you doing?"
Song Xiang took advantage of people not paying attention and quietly pulled Yan Han's sleeves.
Someone was just passing by to offer a toast, and he acted like he was coming to force someone to drink.
Yan Han pursed his thin lips tightly, with the corners of his lips depressed, and turned his face to look at Song Xiang, with a hint of complicated compassion in his eyes.
When he sat next to her, someone came up to persuade her to drink. What would the scene be like if she were alone?
He thought about it carefully and became even more unhappy. He turned around and glared at Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun suddenly caught the eye and almost dropped the wine glass in his hand.