Butler Yan arranged a car to take Song Xiang to the company, and also took two bodyguards with him.
Song Xiang didn't get this kind of treatment when he was a secretary. Being exiled made him feel uncomfortable.
She has worked at Yan's Group for five years, and there has never been a time when she stood at the door and was afraid to go in.
Suddenly there were two bodyguards around her, and someone opened the door when she got off the car, but she hesitated a little.
"Miss Song, please." The bodyguard was very responsible.
Song Xiang straightened her back and walked in bravely. She stepped on her high heels properly and every step seemed to be measured accurately. To others, her face looked full of arrogance and she was not nervous at all.
"Hello Secretary General."
A series of greetings is a familiar feeling.
Song Xiang nodded, but the hand holding the thermos bucket gradually tightened.
She was worried about seeing Yan Han, what if that guy would embarrass her in front of everyone.
"Ms. Song, give me the heavy stuff," the bodyguard suddenly said.
Song Xiang smiled and handed the thermos bucket over naturally. Just then, the elevator arrived.
When the door of the CEO's exclusive elevator opens, it turns out to be warm and cozy.
"Sister Song Xiang?"
Song Xiang pursed her lips, simply nodded, and entered the elevator with two bodyguards.
Many people nearby saw the two secretaries-general running into each other. One was shy and the other was cold and arrogant.
Wen Wen felt a little embarrassed on her face, but she didn't rush out of the elevator and turned sideways to make way for Song Xiang, her smile even sweeter.
When the elevator door closed, her smile remained, but the smile disappeared from her eyes.
"Sister Xiang, it's working time now."
Song Xiang stood up straight, looked at the shadow on the elevator door, and said calmly, "Shouldn't you be with Mr. Yan during working hours? Why are you coming downstairs? I remember there is a secretary in charge of the office."
Wenxin clenched her hands suddenly, "Mr. Yan went out to discuss work."
Song Xiang felt happy, he was not here, that was great!
She kept a cold expression and spoke like a senior: "It's been almost half a month since you've been here. Can't you still go out with Mr. Yan?"
Wen Xin's pupils shrank, and a painful point was suddenly poked.
Zhao Zhe followed Yan Han to the foreign affairs these few times. She wanted to go with him several times. Yan Han initially said that he would let her study again, but these times he became impatient and even asked her if she was
professional.
She felt aggrieved enough, but she didn't expect that Song Xiang would point it out outright.
"Mr. Yan asked me to study again, and the girls will follow me out. There are more things to learn." Wen Wen barely maintained a smile and turned to look at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang didn't look at Wen Xin, but glanced at the floor next to her, and said leisurely: "Time is money, you can learn slowly, and he also has the right to replace you."
She found it funny that this little girl was obviously not innocent, but she was very childish in some ways and the words she said were silly.
Ding~
elevator door opens
The thirty-eighth floor is Yanhan's exclusive office floor.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and felt her breathing became smoother. She walked straight down the elevator.
The people in the secretary's office were going to have lunch, and when they saw Song Xiang, they were all stunned.
Song Xiang's attitude was the same as before, still speaking like a secretary-general, "Thank you for your hard work."
Everyone instinctively gave her way, "Hello, Sister Xiang."
"Sister Xiang, Mr. Yan is out." Xue Mi followed and reminded Song Xiang.
Song Xiang nodded and glanced at the thermos bucket in the bodyguard's hand, "I'm just here to deliver lunch."
Xue Mi and Li Shan looked at each other, and the other people also looked strange. For a while, they couldn't figure out the current relationship between Song Xiang and Yan Han.
"Is the password the same as before?" Song Xiang walked to the president's office and entered the password casually.
With a click, the door opened.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and planned to go in.
"Sister Xiang, Mr. Yan said no one can enter." Wen Xin suddenly spoke.
Song Xiang stopped and asked with a smile: "How about you call and ask Mr. Yan?"
Warm and speechless.
Song Xiang secretly clicked his tongue, he actually had such a green tea side, but...it was quite refreshing.
She took the thermos bucket to the bodyguard and told her, "Wait for me downstairs. I'll be ready soon."
"yes."
The two bodyguards left, and everyone in the secretary's office was dumbfounded. These two were Yan Han's regular bodyguards, and Song Xiang could actually order them.
Song Xiang saw the connotation of their expressions and felt amused, so she carried the thermos bucket into Yan Han's office.
After closing the door, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief and patted her chest repeatedly.
It is too difficult to fake the power of a tiger, and you might be discovered if you are not careful.
She glanced at the clock, guessing that Yan Han would be back soon, so she took out all the vegetables in the thermos first.
When we meet later, we must control our temper and try to get over what happened last night without offending Yan Han again.
While she was serving the dishes, she was doing some mental building for herself.
Almost twenty minutes passed, and there was no movement outside. Song Xiang himself was a little hungry, and sighed as he looked at the table of food.
"Miss Yan, you can't go in, Mr. Yan is not here."
"I'm just here to ask him to sign. If he can't sign, just stamp. Are you doing too much?"