Yan Han accompanied Song Xiang to finish lunch and returned to the company in the afternoon.
Song Xiang stood at the door, watching his car drive out of the door and slowly out of sight.
"Ms. Song, go back, it's hot outside," the housekeeper reminded.
Is it hot?
She didn't feel it, she felt cold all over her body.
Full of dryness, I turned around and went upstairs, exhausted.
After returning to the room, I turned on my phone and received a reply from Lan Jingyu.
——The person has been found, what to do?
Song Xiang leaned against the door and glanced at the clock on the wall, "I can go see you at seven o'clock tomorrow night."
Lan Jingyu sent her an address. Judging from the location, it was in the suburbs of Beijing.
Stay calm and don't be afraid.
Close your eyes and calm your mind.
I took my laptop and read documents and held video conferences just like in the company.
Although Yan Zhenzhen is not smart, she does inherit the genes of the Yan family in terms of communication.
Ding Fan reported that Song Xiang was not in the company, and basically all the partners who came to negotiate the contract met with Yan Zhenzhen. Yan Zhenzhen also received them very well and signed big orders one after another.
Song Xiang looked at those contracts, shook his head and sneered. There was clearly a bright road to take, but he chose to go through the muddy water in the gutter.
After the video conference, it was still early.
I wanted to go out for a breather and happened to meet the old housekeeper.
"If Miss Song feels bored, you can go to the young master's study to find a book to read." The housekeeper suggested.
Song Xiang glanced in the direction of the study, "Can I go in alone?"
The cold study room was full of confidential documents, and even the cleaning servants were not allowed to enter alone.
The butler smiled and half-bowed, "The young master said, you can go anywhere."
As he said that, the housekeeper turned sideways and made way for Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was feeling bored and thought it might be a good idea to go in and have a look.
The housekeeper opened the door for her, said a few words of caution, and then left.
Song Xiang entered the door carefully and looked around quietly.
Before she followed Yan Han in, she barely moved around and hadn't taken a serious look at it.
It is in line with Qian Han's habits and preferences, and every detail is exquisite. Even the globe in the closet has a platinum frame.
There are many books on the shelf, mostly professional books.
Song Xiang looked over them one by one, randomly took out a book, and found that he didn't quite understand it, so he put it back with a little helplessness.
Sitting on the sofa, feeling the harsh cold air around me, I felt mixed emotions.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted and fell on the wooden box in the lower right corner of the bookshelf.
She was a little curious and walked over to take a look.
I took it out carefully, it was covered with dust.
The lid was loose and she didn't even need to open it. It fell to the ground with just a touch.
A musty smell hit her face, causing Song Xiang to cough several times.
She thought it was some kind of collector's edition book, but she didn't expect that it was a mess and there were a bunch of things inside.
At the top is an album with An Xuyue on the cover.
Song Xiang searched on her mobile phone and found that it was a single released by An Xuyue on a whim a few years ago. The sales didn't seem to be good.
Further down, there are many scattered gadgets, and an Ultraman with a broken leg.
A family photo is taped to the edge of the box, and the frame is broken.
Are these serious cold things?
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to put it back.
Suddenly, my eyes fell on the corner of the box, and there was a delicate rose-red box. It looked like a gift.
Oddly enough, I couldn't help but take it out and take a look.
The box is old and needs to be opened with care.
With a click, the box opened.
Lying quietly inside was a crystal hairpin. The style was very new, and it didn't look like An Xuyue's.