It was probably because I had done something intimate last night. When I got up early, the restlessness caused by Yan Zhenting's words was replaced by shame.
When the atmosphere was good, Yan Han was actually reluctant to let people go.
However, Song Xiang made up her mind. She estimated that Yan Zhenzhen would go early today. If she was late, it would be something for the other party to talk about.
Yan Han listened to her, took her to have breakfast, and still drove her to work himself.
Sure enough, as soon as he arrived in Yueji, a car commonly used by Yan Zhenting was already parked downstairs.
Song Xiang took a deep breath, turned to look at Yan Han, and said, "Let's go."
Yan Han was worried about her, "How about I..."
"I'm very powerful." Song Xiang raised her chin to block his words.
Yan Han tilted his head and smiled, understanding what she meant, and quickly went over to kiss her.
"Go ahead."
Song Xiang secretly clenched his hands and quickly got out of the car.
I ran all the way to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, Yan Han's message came.
She couldn't help laughing and replied with a voice message.
The elevator went up quickly, and as soon as the door opened, there was a lot of noise.
"Ms. Yan, this is the president's office, you can't just enter it."
"Didn't you let me choose my own office?"
Song Xiang put away her cell phone and walked out of the elevator slowly. When she arrived, the employees surrounding her quickly said hello.
Ding Fan had sweat on his forehead and walked up to her, "Mr. Song, Miss Yan definitely wants your office."
Song Xiang looked calm and walked into the office. Yan Zhenzhen was sitting in her seat, flipping through the documents on her desk as if she was in a deserted place.
"My office is really good, with good lighting, spacious space, and a good location."
Yan Zhenzhen threw away the things in her hands and stared at Song Xiang's movements with a sinister look in her eyes. She said quietly: "Don't you think it's too much for Mr. Song to use such a good place alone?"
Song Xiang shrugged and said, "Miss Yan is right, I really should change my office."
She looked at Ding Fan again, "Listen to Miss Yan, give her the office."
There was an uproar, and Ding Fan was also shocked.
Yan Zhenzhen sat at the front with a proud look on her face.
Song Xiang walked to the door of the office and said to the employees on the entire floor: "Not just me, everyone must give in to anything that is beneficial to Miss Yan's recovery."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone asked.
"recuperate?"
Song Xiang sighed, "Yes, depression."
Everyone looked at each other and quickly dispersed.
"It's strange for rich people to send their sick daughters out to harm others."
There was a small complaint, lost in the sea of people, and it was impossible to tell who made it.
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly, but before turning around, Yan Zhenzhen heard this complaint.
"Who said that! Stand up!"
If you are not a fool, who will come out to claim it.
Yan Zhenzhen stared, her hateful eyes passing over everyone's faces, "Stand up!"
When no one responded, she looked at Song Xiang, squinted her eyes and said, "Open them all!"
Song Xiang shook his head, showing a look of embarrassment, "Then you might as well go directly to Mr. Yan and sell Yue Ji, that would be faster."
Everyone snickered.
Yan Zhenzhen took a deep breath and realized that Song Xiang was playing tricks on her. She stared at Song Xiang and wanted to bite her neck off.
Because of this woman, she lost her marriage to Gong Shiheng and was imprisoned in a foreign villa to suffer.
Song Xiang was not afraid at all.
She agreed to let Yan Zhenzhen be her secretary last night because she had thought about it early in the morning. Instead of letting her cause trouble in other departments of the company, it would be better to control her under her nose.
The entire floor belongs to her, so there is no need to worry about Yan Zhenzhen being suppressed.