Chapter 93 You will give the young master a few more days of meals
After lying in the hospital all night, Song Xiang got up early in the morning and went through the discharge procedures. The doctor saw her in such a hurry and felt a little pity for her, "You young people from other places are really hardworking. What's so good about the imperial capital? People like you
Talented people are much more popular back home than here."
Song Xiang smiled bitterly, it's not that I don't want to leave now, it's the local gangsters in your imperial capital who are holding me back.
She dragged her injured foot to get the medicine, then went downstairs to take a taxi back to the company. As soon as she left the hospital, her cell phone rang.
Song Xiang saw that it was an unfamiliar number and answered the call a little defensively.
"Is it Miss Song?"
Um?
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Strict... strict housekeeper?"
"it's me."
The old man's kind voice came from the other side of the phone. Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he became suspicious again.
"What do you want?"
"Is it convenient for you to deliver food to the young master today?" Butler Yan asked.
Song Xiang was confused. Even if he happened to be at the Yan family yesterday, what was going on today? Didn't the Yan family even have a meal delivery person?
"The young master has been in a bad temper these past two days. Others have brought meals to him, but he basically doesn't move." Butler Yan explained.
Song Xiang instinctively rolled his eyes and said, "He'll be fine if he's hungry for two days."
Butler Yan: "...This is a good idea, but I get the Yan family's salary."
Song Xiang thought to himself, you took it, but I didn’t take it.
"Yesterday's transaction still stands. You still owe more than 600,000 yuan, so I will give you a discount. You only need to give it back for another six days."
Butler Yan had a hearty laugh and a tone of "You've taken advantage of me", which made the Yan family's fanatical self-confidence very obvious.
Song Xiang opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words to retort, "I'm in the hospital now, it's not convenient."
"You can move around as you like. I will send someone to pick you up when the time comes." Butler Yan still said with a smile.
Song Xiang didn't even bother to roll her eyes. She glanced at the time on her phone and reluctantly agreed, "Okay..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Butler Yan hung up the phone, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.
"If Yan Han saw the collision like this, he would probably say that I insulted his eyes."
Song Xiang stared at the shadow on the phone screen, clicking her tongue repeatedly, feeling uncomfortable in her heart. She was a little too cruel to herself, and she didn't know if it would leave scars.
It was still early, and she didn't plan to go back to the company. She simply went to the mall to buy herself an outfit, otherwise it would be really unsightly to go out with a dignified appearance.
She bought herself long-sleeved trousers, a big-brimmed hat, sunglasses and a mask on her face, covering her entire body.
"Ms. Song, please sign."
The clerk at the sunglasses store handed Song Xiang the credit card bill.
Song Xiang took it and signed it casually.
"Song Xiang?" A voice interrupted.
Song Xiang subconsciously pressed his hat, turned around and took a closer look, and immediately felt in his heart that the road between enemies was narrow.
Fan Yao saw her last time at a car shop and turned around to tell Yan Zhenzhen. Now the three of them met again in the mall, accompanied by several wealthy daughters whom Song Xiang was familiar with.
Song Xiang didn't want to pay attention to them, not to mention that what she was doing was aimed at Yan Zhenzhen. With the real owner standing in front of her, she would inevitably feel a little guilty.
Yan Zhenzhen walked closer on her high heels, walked half a circle around Song Xiang, and repeatedly clicked her tongue, "Why are you covering yourself up so tightly? Do you have a guilty conscience and have no shame to show off to others?"
Song Xiang pushed up her sunglasses and said in a sarcastic tone: "People who rush to post but are rejected don't feel ashamed to see anyone. What can I feel guilty about?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhenzhen's face darkened.
Her engagement to Gong Shiheng was the reason why so many women envied her. The outside world had no idea how much she had paid for this marriage. Song Xiang suddenly hit a sore point, and she couldn't help but shake the hand on her side.
"Life is so good without Mr. Yan. It seems that you have made a lot of money from Mr. Yan. How come you are so confident when you meet our Zhen Zhen?" Fan Yao knows a little about Yan Zhen Zhen, and looks at Yan Zhen.
Zhen was so angry that she couldn't help but speak for her good sisters.
Song Xiang twitched the corners of her lips and looked at Fan Yao: "Miss Fan can't handle her own husband's affairs, so she still wants to meddle in other people's affairs?"
Putting one hand in her pocket, she leisurely walked to the sofa and sat down, with a provocative attitude, "Besides, even if I get Mr. Yan's money, what does it have to do with Miss Yan? Do we all have the same surname as Yan?"
"you!"
Yan Zhenzhen's beautiful eyes widened, she couldn't believe that Song Xiang was so brave. Even if she was not submissive to him before, she was at least polite.
"Do you know who owns this mall?"
"That's right, this is the Yan family's property. Zhenzhen can tell you to get out with just one word!"
"Where's the security guard?"
Several rich girls following Yan Zhenzhen rushed to the rescue. Seeing that Yan Zhenzhen could not defeat Song Xiang, they immediately wanted to embarrass Song Xiang on the spot.
Song Xiang was not afraid at all. Even if the mall belonged to the Yan family, the person in charge might not know Yan Zhenzhen. She was holding Yan Yanhan's black card in her hand, and she didn't know who the person in charge knew.