Song Xiang's words of disappearing forever made Yan Han couldn't help but feel palpitations in his heart. The two of them went out together, but he insisted on sending her downstairs to her company.
Not surprisingly, many Yue Ji's employees saw it and confirmed the CEO's love affair.
As soon as Song Xiang arrived at the office, he heard the secretaries gathering together to discuss.
"Then we will be considered relatives of the emperor from now on, right?"
"No, we should be considered relatives."
Song Xiang: "..."
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, pretending to be serious and interrupting everyone's chat.
The secretaries dispersed one after another, leaving only Ding Fan.
"You look good."
Song Xiang shrugged, still a little unnatural, "Maybe it's because the environment in Linhai City is good, so I'm just lazy and going on vacation."
Ding Fan smiled and started talking about business.
"Tomorrow you are going to the headquarters to give a quarterly report. Have you decided who to take with you?"
Logically speaking, this kind of reporting speech cannot be given by the president himself. It is common for him to bring a deputy.
Song Xiang thought for a moment and said, "Suman, please send her the final draft and let her prepare it in advance."
"Okay." Ding Fan nodded, flipped through his schedule, and said, "Also, Mrs. Xu from Hongyang Machinery sent you an invitation to the party. Do you think you have time?"
"Hongyang Machinery?"
"Yes, this Mrs. Xu is the daughter of the chairman of Hongyang Machinery, and her husband is the current president. In terms of engine manufacturing, our company has many parts that we can cooperate with them."
Song Xiang understood and thought for a moment, "I'll go, please send me the address."
"OK."
Ding Fan went out and Song Xiang pulled out his chair and got ready to work.
The phone vibrated. It was a picture sent by Yan Han.
She clicked it and saw that it was a coffee picture with ugly latte art.
Yan Han: The secretarial office is full of idiots, and they can’t do as well as you.
Song Xiang couldn't help but turn his chair around, with a smile on his face.
She thought for a while and replied: Report to the headquarters tomorrow and I will do it for you.
Yan Han: Can’t come now?
Song Xiang: No, I want to make money, otherwise how can I support you?
Yan Han: I’ll go to your place to drink that night.
Song Xiang thought for a moment, then suddenly became serious and called Yan Han directly.
"Hello--"
A low voice, mixed with pride, said, "Miss me?"
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, "You are so beautiful, I want to tell you that from today on, you can no longer stay at my house."
"Why?!" The volume suddenly increased.
Song Xiang took the phone away and spat out two words, "Avoid suspicion."
The two of them are now in a relationship and living together directly, so what does that mean?
Yan Han breathed a sigh of relief on the phone, his head hurt with anger. He originally wanted to flirt with her, but he didn't expect to give her a chance to drive him away.
"I...I'll sleep in the guest room, is that okay?"
"No." Song Xiang refused to give in, leaned on the chair, and said: "Go back to your mansion and live in it. Let's interact normally. Don't think about staying at my house forever."
On the phone, the man was relieved, but he was trapped by her "three chapters of the agreement" and could not cheat.
By chance, someone probably knocked on the door, and he roared, "Wait!"
Song Xiang wanted to laugh when he heard this, "What are you doing? Anyway, when you stay at my house, you can only just cover yourself with a quilt and just chat. Why do you torture yourself like this?"
Yan Yanhan gritted his teeth, "I'm willing."
Song Xiang sighed, "Based on humanitarianism, I don't want you to suffer, so from today on, whenever you knock on the door at night, I won't open it."