The man next to him spoke in a light and airy tone, which sounded a bit mocking, but also sounded like he was watching a play, which made people unable to understand.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes at the window and gritted his teeth, "I'm more concerned about how you can repay my favor than this."
She dared to speak, turned to look at Yan Han, and said: "I am no longer your secretary. I have been running around all night, and I have helped the group solve a big problem. You won't let me work in vain, right?"
Yan Han stared at her and suddenly laughed, "No wonder..."
Song Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was extremely nervous.
"No wonder I didn't stay with Prime Minister Shuyi just now. It turned out to be for this reason." Yan Han sneered, his expression was a little relaxed, and he leaned leisurely on the leather seat, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Song Xiang waited for this sentence all night, and finally heard it, and all the cells in his body were excited and cheering.
She thought about it, and her first reaction was to ask Yan Han to help her get rid of Louis. But then she thought about it, without Louis and Vincent, she couldn't use Yan Han's power forever.
"Want money again?" Yan Han looked at her and said nothing for a long time, guessing her inner thoughts from the previous records.
Song Xiang pursed her lips and asked bluntly: "How much do you want to give me?"
Yan Han had an expression that was indeed true, he pressed the grid on the edge of the seat and took out a card.
"Go and brush it yourself."
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, "Is it okay to clear the empty space?"
Yan Yanhan glanced at her and said quietly: "I'm afraid you don't have the courage or the ability."
Song Xiang curled her lips, Yan Han was right, she didn't even dare to think about emptying his card, and she didn't have the guts to spend it after taking it out.
She held the card, lowered her eyes slightly, and thought for a moment.
Seeing that she didn't understand, Yan Han frowned slightly, "Isn't that enough?"
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and handed the card out, "I don't want the money."
Yan Han was stunned, and then he felt that she was making a conspiracy and did not accept the card.
"Besides money, what else do you want to take from me?"
Song Xiang laughed at his delusional persecution in his heart, but with a smile on his face, "I want a promise."
A light flashed in Yan Han's eyes, "What do you mean?"
"The money you gave me is enough, but I have to leave a way out for myself in the imperial capital." Song Xiang raised the corners of his lips, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes flickered, "If I commit a crime one day, you
You have to cover me."
Yan Han stared at her face, wondering whether her words were true or false, and then looked away.
"Do you think you can get my promise so easily?"
Song Xiang tightened the card in his hand and frowned: "Can it be more difficult to get than the mining rights?"
Yan Han pursed his lips and remained silent.
Song Xiang looked at his lips, fearing that his lips would touch each other and he would say something that would irritate her.
"I never write bad checks." Yan Han suddenly turned around and opened the door with one hand, "If you can't think of what you want, you'd better transfer the money and get out."
Song Xiang held the card and hurriedly followed him, sitting on the edge of the car seat.
"Then if I never use this card, does that mean the commitment is always there?"
Yan Han stood beside the car and glanced at her faintly, "Whatever you want."
Song Xiang was overjoyed. After all, her hard work last night was not in vain, and she got something from Yan Han.
She watched Yan Han walk to the hotel and almost forgot to get out of the car, but Zhao Zhe came over to remind her.
"Sister Xiang, are you going back to the imperial capital with us?"
Song Xiang shook his head, "No, I still have something to do."
She has not forgotten Wang Yong. That bastard is probably in the hospital now.
"Then shall I take you to where you want to go?" Zhao Zhe asked.
Song Xiang stood up and got out of the car, "No, I'll take a taxi myself."
Zhao Zhe was worried about her and asked again and again. Song Xiang couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to say that the situation didn't allow it, and Zhao Zhe relented.
She called Wang Yong on the roadside, but a female voice answered the phone.
"Hey, this is Shanghai Central Hospital..."
Song Xiang didn't expect that Wang Yong was so seriously injured that he couldn't even answer the phone. She quickly took a taxi to the hospital and strung together the lyrics on the way.
When she arrived at the hospital, she limped with her legs, deliberately exposing the band of gauze around her ankle, and walked slowly to Wang Yong's ward.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard Wang Yong cursing inside.
The nurse came out angrily, carrying things, and looked down upon Song Xiang.
Song Xiang knew what was going on, so he opened the door and went in.
Wang Yong was sitting on the bed cursing people. When he saw her coming in, he immediately became angry and felt that what happened last night had something to do with Song Xiang.
"Do you still have the nerve to come?"
Song Xiang looked shocked, "Director, what do you mean by this?"
She limped closer, and only then did Wang Yong notice her feet.
"What are you..."
"I drank too much and ran around last night. I was chased and beaten by a group of people on the roadside. I was hit by a car while running." Song Xiang didn't put on makeup and stayed up late. Her face was already pale at this moment. When her tone was pitiful, she was like