Song Xiang felt like someone had slapped her hard on the face, and there was a buzzing in her ears.
Seeing that she was not moving, the doctor thought she was afraid, and said coldly: "It's just a simple physiological and hygienic examination. Lie down on it, take off your pants, and I will take a sample."
Song Xiang grabbed the tight side of his pants with both hands, forcing himself to calm down and build himself up mentally.
Just think of it as a free physical examination, it doesn't matter.
She lay down expressionlessly, probably guessing Yan Han's intention.
I scraped it gently with a cotton swab, and the process was very quick.
Song Xiang stood up numbly, only to find that her feet were numb within a minute and her legs were shaking.
Not scared, just angry.
"You can leave. I will hand the results directly to Mr. Xu."
Song Xiang didn't respond. She arranged her clothes and walked out as calmly as possible.
She sat in the corridor for a while, clearing her thoughts.
Yan Han felt that she had been played by Louis, so he asked her to check whether she was sick.
She took a deep breath and wanted to get angry, but her phone suddenly rang.
It's from the severe cold.
Song Xiang wiped her face, controlled the trembling in her voice, and said, "Mr. Yan."
"Have you finished the examination?" The man's voice was cold and calm.
Song Xiang stared at himself reflected on the opposite wall and said coldly: "I have resigned. You really don't need to subsidize me for another physical examination."
A chuckle came from the phone.
Yan Han asked her in his usual tone: "You haven't read the email yet?"
Song Xiang frowned, with an ominous premonition, "I..."
The man interrupted her and said concisely: "Come here at eight o'clock, I will be back."
After saying that, there was only a beeping sound left.
Song Xiang couldn't wait to go back, so she directly checked the contents of her mailbox on her mobile phone.
The reply sent by the Human Resources Department only contained a screenshot of the photo, which was clearly the terms of the contract.
If the contract is terminated within the five-year term of office, the liquidated damages will be 10 million.
Song Xiang's pupils were dilated, and his whole body seemed to be in an ice cellar, shivering with cold.
When she first joined the company, she was still new and didn't know the contract specifications at all, but she was sure there was no such item in the contract.
No, in the past few years, she has followed Yan Han and signed countless contracts.
It's hard to guarantee that Yan Han didn't deliberately mix in some private goods. She might have sold herself out unknowingly.
Five years have passed and there are less than three months left.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, stood up on the chair, and quickly determined the plan with the least loss in his mind.
She must get through these three months, otherwise without these ten million, her future will be difficult.
She was mentally building herself up along the way, trying to digest the shame that hung in her heart, but this feeling was like the smell of disinfectant in a hospital, clinging to her body.
I took a shower at home and rubbed my whole body. The feeling of shame gradually dissipated with the smell of disinfectant and settled into the deepest part of my heart.
I stayed up numbly scrolling through my phone until dark, then took a taxi to where I lived in the cold weather.
When you get to the door, use your fingerprint to open the door.
"Sorry, your fingerprint is invalid."
The sound of the machine was cold and ruthless. Song Xiang snorted softly, wrapped her clothes tightly and sat down on the steps.
She could leave, or go sit down and wait in the cafe opposite, but this would only make Yan Han even more angry. She couldn't bear the other party's anger, so she could only bear the cold wind at eight o'clock.
It was getting darker and darker until it was past nine o'clock. Song Xiang felt that her brain was starting to feel dizzy. Only then did a strong beam of light shine through, and she suddenly woke up.
Yan Han walked down from the car and saw the woman huddled under the steps through the strong light.
Like a stray dog, it looks vaguely like a few years ago.
His mood was inexplicably ups and downs, so he walked slowly over and stood in front of the woman, "How long have you been here?"
"He came at 7:40." Song Xiang's tone was calm, without any anger at all.
The fluctuations in Yan Yanhan's heart were calmed by her calm tone, and he calmly withdrew his gaze and climbed up the steps past her.
Song Xiang raised his head, his face calm, and followed him step by step.
Entering the living room, Yan Han took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, lowered his head slightly, and slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks.
He ignored Song Xiang and went straight upstairs.
After a day of meetings, I felt uncomfortable all over, so of course I had to take a shower.
There were footsteps following me obediently behind me, not too far or too close, and they didn't stop until they reached the door of the room.
The corners of Yan Han's lips curled up in a mocking smile, and he naturally took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom naked.