"Leave this office to Miss Yan. I'll go next door while you all adjust and prepare for work."
"yes!"
During the stalemate, Song Xiang completely ignored Yan Zhenzhen, turned back to the office, and packed up her things in a generous manner.
Yan Zhenzhen followed her, but she didn't know when she got close.
"Song Xiang, I won't make it easy for you."
Song Xiang smiled and turned to look at her, "Miss Yan, relax and recover from your own illness first."
After saying that, he walked directly past Yan Zhenzhen and walked out.
Yan Zhenzhen stood there, her eyes blood red with anger.
Next door, Ding Fan quickly helped Song Xiang tidy up the office, and all the facilities were complete.
After she left, Song Xiang sat down on his seat, and the sound of something being thrown could be heard from the next door.
Song Xiang turned on the computer and started working as if nothing was wrong.
Near noon, Yan Han sent her Lan Jingyu's personal contact number, his words full of reluctance.
Song Xiang wanted to laugh, so she said a few words to him, and then sent a message to Lan Jingyu, explaining her needs in a straightforward manner and indicating the increase.
After a while, Lan Jingyu called her back.
"I have a grudge against Yan Han and his group. You are my enemy's woman. If you want to do something for me, you will have to pay more."
Song Xiang: "..."
She gritted her teeth and spent her money, "Whatever you ask for."
Lan Jingyu yelled, but did not embarrass her.
Song Xiang asked again: "When will it be done?"
"the day after tomorrow."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, the noise next door started again.
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, "It's so energetic."
She was a little hesitant. It was a waste to use her brain on people like Yan Zhenzhen.
It was approaching meal time, and Yan Han was probably busy and had no time to send her a message.
She packed her things and went out to the cafeteria downstairs.
Passing by Yan Zhenzhen's office, it was already a mess.
Feeling distressed will not help, it can only be out of sight.
When we arrived at the canteen, we ordered two dishes and shared a table with Ding Fan and others.
In the middle of eating, a little secretary muttered something.
"Oh my God, why is she here?"
Song Xiang paused for a moment, then looked up and saw that it was Yan Zhenzhen.
It was just a meal, and he also brought four or five bodyguards, which was very eye-catching.
Song Xiang ignored it and lowered his head to take a sip of soup.
Yan Zhenzhen led the crowd through the door, pushed through the queue, and went directly to the window to order.
There were complaints all around, but Song Xiang just pretended not to see it and ate his own food in silence.
Suddenly, everyone in front of her stopped moving and looked behind her defensively.
Song Xiang could feel someone approaching, but she did not turn her head.
"Mr. Song!!"
Ding Fan screamed and subconsciously stood up to pull Song Xiang.
But it was too late, a whole plate of food fell from Song Xiang's head.
Song Xiang only had the chance to close her eyes and had no time to escape.
For a moment, large pieces of vegetables and rice were piled on her head, and the rest also fell on her body, and her body was covered with oily soup.
Everyone was shocked.
Several secretaries came over quickly and bravely pushed Yan Zhenzhen away.
"what you do!"
Yan Zhenzhen's eyes were filled with the joy of venting her anger, and she threw away the plate with a clang, "A bitch like her only deserves to eat like this."
"You've gone too far!"
"That's right, being rich is awesome."
"You're crazy."
The entire restaurant was full of curses. After all, there were so many people and they were not afraid of being expelled collectively. They were quite brave.
Song Xiang sat in his original position, calmly shaking off the dirt on his head and slowly wiping the oil on his face.
"Let's all go back to eat. We don't have much time for lunch break, so don't waste your time."