Song Xiang sent away the crying Mrs. Duan and sat in the restaurant with a headache.
She is not a nosy person. She has seen the world become much colder and warmer since she was a child, and her heart has long been hardened.
But the chivalrous spirit is still there in my heart, and I feel that I can't ignore my friends.
Mrs. Duan almost knelt down in front of her, she just asked her to say a few good words in front of Shun Han, hoping to get Shun Han's vote at the board meeting tomorrow.
Trouble is, she has an unclear relationship with Yan Han now, so when she opens her mouth to say something, it's somewhat based on the fact that he likes her.
But I agreed, so I have to do something.
A flash of inspiration.
She clapped her hands and called Ding Fan to prepare something.
…
noon
Song Xiang arrived at Yan's with a large bag of things on her back, and led two of Yan Han's usual bodyguards into the elevator in a grand manner.
I met many old acquaintances on the road, and they all respectfully called me Mr. Song.
As soon as they reached the thirty-eighth floor, Xue Mi and Li Shan came up.
"Sister Xiang hasn't been here for a long time."
Song Xiang smiled and looked in the direction of the office, "Is Mr. Yan here?"
Xue Mi secretly looked at her, then glanced at the two bodyguards behind her, and said, "Mr. Yan went to a meeting."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, said hello, passed the two of them, and went directly to open the office door.
Still using the old password, she entered the door easily.
Behind him, a group of secretaries gathered in a circle and looked at each other in confusion.
Although Song Xiang hadn't been here for a long time, they really didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of her.
Almost everyone has experienced it. He went into the office to report work to Yan Han, only to hear Yan Song telling Yan Han about Song Xiang's itinerary. He even found out exactly which stall he ate at in the morning.
The CEO who has been single for ten thousand years might be... single?
…
In the cold office, Song Xiang walked in, took out all the ingredients from his backpack, and placed them neatly one by one.
Then she looked at Yan Han's lounge, went in and tidied it up a little.
When asking for help, you must have a good attitude.
She tidied her room and started searching for recipes online.
She wisely crossed out difficult dishes and chose simple and easy-to-make dishes.
Fried potato wedges, cream of mushroom soup, bacon pasta, enough for lunch!
…
Yan Han had been in a meeting all morning and was extremely busy. He returned to the 38th floor from the meeting room. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard chirping, and his anger instantly rose.
I pushed open the secretary's office door and was about to get angry.
A uniform voice: "Sister Xiang is here!"
Yan Han: "..."
He frowned, threw the door open, turned around and headed to his office.
In the secretary's office, there were boos of "Sure enough".
Yan Han pushed open the office door and smelled the aroma of fried food.
It was noon, and his stomach was empty. He was really greedy when he smelled this smell.
Go around the bar and move gently to the cooking room on the other side.
Sure enough, the woman was wearing an apron and was carefully taking things out of the air fryer.
She seemed to have done a good job. She gave herself a thumbs up in front of the glass.
He couldn't help laughing.
Song Xiang was startled when she heard the sound. She turned around and saw Yan Han with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against a white pillar and looking at her.
She cleared her throat, "Have you had lunch?"
Yan Han glanced at the things on the stage, "Made for me?"
Song Xiang nodded, then raised his hand and swore, "I've tasted it all. It's safe and the taste is okay."