Yan Han entered the study room and held a video conference. His face was cold throughout the whole process and he didn't have any suggestions.
Several senior executives across from me finished their speeches, but they didn't hear the boss's "education", and they felt a little uneasy for a moment.
"Mr. Yan, what do you think of the plan?"
Yan Han: "It's not suitable, change it."
Everyone: "..."
On the screen, the man had an excellent face, but his expression was gloomy, and even his best skin made people fear him.
Several high-level officials looked at each other, trying to make the other party die. They used their eyes to shirk the blame, and then wasted time.
Yan Han raised his head with sharp eyes, "Is there anything else?"
"No more..." was the unanimous answer.
Yan Han pretended to shut down the meeting and said in a deep tone: "I want to see the new plan tomorrow morning."
The senior management all had grimaces on their faces, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions. They could only greet the bastard who had offended the boss in their hearts.
The meeting is over.
Yan Han sat at the table, with his hands folded, staring at the computer in front of him with a stern face, his eyes a little empty.
Someone knocked on the door outside, and he knew who it was without even looking.
"Li Han, it's time to rest." The old housekeeper's voice came.
Yan Han pinched his eyebrows, closed his notebook, stood up and walked out.
The old housekeeper glanced at him and said, "The room is ready."
Yan Han responded and walked to his bedroom. He wanted to ask the housekeeper Song Xiang how he was settling in, but he thought it was unnecessary. It was good enough that he could give the woman a room.
He opened the door to the room and could smell a faint smell of alcohol, which was slightly inconsistent with the clean smell in the room.
The room is all ready...
The voice of the strict housekeeper echoed in my ears.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, probably expecting what was going on.
He quickened his pace and walked to the inner bedroom, where he saw the woman lying on the bed.
Song Xiang relaxed his posture, put his arms by his face, turned slightly to one side, and hummed softly.
Yan Han was standing not far from her, with a complicated expression on his face, thinking about how to deal with the situation in front of him.
"Song Xiang." He called out coldly.
When Song Xiang heard the sound, he suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and stared at him.
"Yan...dog?"
Yan Han: "..."
Very good, the bastard stopped barking and just called him a dog!
He closed his eyes, tightened his jaw, and walked towards Song Xiang's direction slightly stiffly.
Song Xiang suddenly laughed out loud and snorted heavily, "I knew you wanted to."
"What am I thinking?" Yan Han stood in front of Song Xiang and looked at her condescendingly.
Song Xiang was half drunk and half awake, lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling and blinking, "You want to sleep with me."
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang chuckled twice, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and suddenly turned to Yan Han and smiled, "Have you slept with Wen Xin?"
Yan Han's temples jumped. He didn't know that this woman was like this behind her back, bringing up the topic of whether she could sleep or not.
"What does it have to do with you?" He said in a bad tone.
Song Xiang snorted and turned away, "Don't you just like that bite?"
"Which bite do I like?" Yan Han suddenly felt a little funny. This woman seemed to understand him well.
Song Xiang closed her eyes and kept talking drunkenly, "Pure, good-looking, with ponytails."
She listed them one by one, and none of them were nonsense.
Yan Han thought about it for a while, and it seemed to be in line with his own aesthetics.
Song Xiang was lying next to him, with her back to him, her hair scattered, her white neck exposed, her clothes' shoulders slid down slightly, and the shoulder straps inside couldn't be covered.
He stretched out his hand out of nowhere and touched the person's neck rudely.
Slippery and feels good in the hand.
They have had close relationships countless times, and he knows this feeling all too well, and he also understands the more mysterious beauty.
"Song Xiang?" Yan Han called again.
Song Xiang ignored him.
Yanhan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he was doing some mental construction for himself.
He had given her so many things, so it wouldn't be too much to sleep with her one more time.
After successful self-hypnosis, he slowly leaned over and tentatively kissed Song Xiang on the cheek.
She didn't move, showing no sign of resistance.
Yan Han's heart was pounding. He felt that he had probably been hungry for too long. Counting back and forth, he hadn't eaten meat for half a month. It was normal for him to be a little greedy for her.
Thinking of this, he directly stretched out his arms and hugged Song Xiang's waist, trying to turn Song Xiang over.
The process went smoothly, but the next second he met Song Xiang's eyes full of ridicule.
Yan Han took a deep breath and froze instantly.
Song Xiang was drunk and surprisingly courageous. He narrowed his eyes and asked Yan Han: "Is it time to unbutton me next?"