Chapter 957 Is Miss Rong still accepting the account?
With Rong Boye's approval, Rong Zhe quickly arranged a car to take Song Xiang to and from get off work.
Song Xiang did not refuse. She was in a special situation now, and there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her.
I went to Suman one night in advance to ask about the situation in the past two weeks, crazily made up for classes, and prepared for the next day's meeting.
When she arrived at the company, Suman saw that she was wearing a tailor-made suit and felt something was wrong.
"What's going on? Are you... married to Mr. Yan? He shares half of your property?"
"That's not true."
"Are you sure?" Suman took out the pink crystal glasses from the bag and made a special gesture for Conan, "Then what's the matter with your nouveau riche behavior?"
Song Xiang: "..."
Judging from this situation, not many people in the imperial capital should know about it, which is exactly what she wants.
Suman stayed in her office for a long time and reported the general situation. Before the meeting, she said: "When I entered the company today, I felt weird. I felt like there were people watching me everywhere."
"Is Mr. Yan protecting you?"
Song Xiang thought for a while, it should be the person arranged by Rong Zhe.
He responded vaguely and entered the conference room for a meeting.
There were no big changes in half a month. Suman was very capable, and with the help of people like Ding Fan and Yangliu, there was no trouble.
After a whole morning of rectification, everything is basically back on track.
When I returned to the lounge, I originally wanted to lie down, but as soon as I sat down, I realized something was wrong.
When I opened the quilt and took a look, the bed was full of small pendants.
Stitch, Goofy, Nick Fox, and Mickey Mouse.
They were all miniature versions of the dolls she and Yan Han captured last time.
I picked up a Goofy dog and poked its nose with my hand. As if the dog was electrocuted, it started talking: "No conscience! No conscience! No conscience!"
Song Xiang: "..."
She couldn't help it, her shoulders shook with laughter.
I quickly poked a few others as well.
Except for Goofy the dog, everyone else said "I love you" in various accents.
The sleepiness of the nap disappeared instantly, and I held a bunch of pendants and made a video call with Yan Han.
"It's an honor for Miss Rong to still remember Yan." She said in a strange tone.
Song Xiang chuckled, "What are you doing~"
Yan Han snorted. Judging from the background, it should be in an office. There was a pile of documents on the table, almost burying him in it.
Song Xiang was heartbroken. She skipped work for half a month and had almost no pressure. However, Yan Han was completely different.
"Then I'll go see you?"
"Now that you're here, I won't let you go."
Song Xiang pressed the edge of the bed with one hand and kicked her legs, "That won't work, I have to go home."
Yan Han's expression was gloomy. They had lived together for so long before, but she didn't consider him her home. However, within a few days of her biological father's arrival, she had a "home".
"Before Qin Cheng got on the plane, I said I had something to say when you came back. Do you remember?"
Song Xiang thought for a moment and knew what he was talking about.
"Do you still admit it?" Yan asked.
Song Xiang lowered his head, "Then you didn't tell me what it was."
"Stop pretending to be stupid."
Song Xiang stuck out her tongue and said that if he proposed marriage before, Xu Shuyan was not sober and she could make the decision on her own.
But now that I have a father, I can't even say hello.
"If you tell me, I'll think about it and then go home and ask."
Yan Han: "..."
Sure enough, no matter whether they are good or bad, they all die from talking too much and doing too much.
In Qincheng, he should have proposed early, coaxed and deceived, and made Song Xiang agree first.
It's better now. There's a father above, and he's still a man with a grudge. He can't get through even if he pretends to be a grandson.