When the sound of water came, Song Xiang walked into the room.
Following her habit, she took a bathrobe, a hairdryer, and pajamas for Yan Han. They placed them neatly on the sofa, and then sat on the sofa without moving.
Yan Han walked out of the bathroom covered in moisture and saw the sculpture-like back on the sofa.
It's different from five years ago. I used to be a little fool and more or less cute.
Now it's a robot that doesn't respond no matter what happens, which is boring and annoying.
"What are you doing stupidly?" He threw the towel in his hand and hit Song Xiang accurately.
Song Xiang came back to her senses, immediately took the bathrobe and walked over, her face calm, as if the sexy and charming man's body in front of her didn't exist.
Yan Han's eyes were heavy and he grasped every detail of the woman's expression in front of him.
It's a pity that she is really a robot.
"Is it true that no matter how much I torture you, your face won't change?" the man suddenly asked.
Song Xiang lowered his head, tied the man's belt, and said calmly: "I am your secretary. I must be polite at all times, otherwise I will lose your face."
Yan Han tilted his head and smiled sarcastically, an irritable and gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he opened her hand!
"Yan...Mr. Yan!"
She was still confused, but the man had already picked her up and strode toward the bed.
The body was thrown onto the bed mercilessly, and the world was spinning, and my mind was in a state of confusion.
"Mr. Yan!" She tried to get up, but was pushed down by the man.
He slowly pulled off the bathrobe he had just put on, and then pressed one knee on the edge of the big bed, bringing strong pressure.
His cold lips pressed against his neck, and his collar was pulled open by him in a familiar manner.
Song Xiang endured his anger and closed his eyes, "I remember that you don't like to use things that others have used."
The man's movements did not pause, and he spat out humiliating words like knives easily: "The report shows that you are very healthy."
"That's lucky, Louis is not sick." Song Xiang's face was expressionless and she felt her shirt being torn open.
Yan Han smiled softly, with unclear emotions and emotions. The laughter carried a bone-chilling threat that made the hairs all over Song Xiang's body stand up.
He said: "You are very lucky, otherwise even if you kneel down and beg me, I will never touch you again."
Song Xiang closed his eyes completely, not bothering to listen to the suppressed male scent in his ears.
…
late at night
The bedside lamp was on, and the man was naked from the waist up, revealing a large area of honey-colored skin. He was strong and sexy.
Yan Han was leaning on the bedside, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, squinting his eyes slightly and blowing out smoke rings, shrouding his entire stern face in an obscure mist.
Beside the bed, the woman was wrapped in a thin blanket and shivering.
"Does it hurt?" he asked casually.
Song Xiang's throat moved slightly, and it felt like it had been stabbed by a barb, burning with pain.
She spoke with a hoarse voice: "I have something to tell you."
Yan Han put out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray, glanced at the woman nearby, and said coolly: "You are smart, you know it is easier to negotiate terms with me now."
Song Xiang ignored the sarcasm in his tone and continued: "I want to transfer to the branch company to learn something new."
The man was slightly startled, then turned to stare at the woman's face, looking carefully.
He suddenly sneered and said mockingly: "Are you planning to run away? It's only been three months, can I still not let you go?"
He was a little tired of it, but he could dump her, and it wasn't her turn to run away.
Moreover, he hadn't seen her widow's face change color yet.
"I'm very grateful for your cultivation over the past few years. I just leave early and leave late. Now when I go to the branch, I can still bear the halo of your secretary." Song Xiang said without sincerity, trying his best to flatter the man.
Yan Han saw through her thoughts at a glance and snorted coldly: "Cultivation? Cultivation on the bed? Then you are actually very poor at studying. You haven't made any progress in five years."
Song Xiang frowned, "I disappoint you."
"Go ahead if you want to." The man lay down and closed his eyes.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped himself in a quilt and stood up.
She picked up the clothes on the ground and walked out gently.
"Song Xiang, this is the path you chose." The man behind him suddenly spoke again.
Song Xiang opened the door with a determined look, "Don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, I won't cause you any trouble."