It was quiet in the cold office, and the owner was not there.
Song Xiang immediately shook off the nervous feeling, put his hands behind his back, and took several deep breaths.
The severe cold is gone, the sense of oppression in the space is reduced, and even the air is much purer.
Song Xiang walked to the large black flat desk, put his hands on it, and stared at the chair where Yan Han often sat.
Her heart suddenly accelerated, and something hidden deep in her heart was suddenly brought out.
There is no one now, and Yan Han wouldn't look at the surveillance in his office for no reason.
Song Xiang straightened up, looked around, and then walked to the door to make sure it was locked.
She returned to the desk, walked around the desk step by step, and stood in front of the chair and hesitated for a moment.
Put your hands on the chair, turn around, sit on it, straighten your back, and look forward.
She did all this in a strange way, feeling the harsh and cold feeling.
Chairman and president, this is how I feel.
If you have such an office, even if it is smaller, the office facilities will not be so expensive, but at least it will be completely yours.
It was as if the congestion that had been blocked in his brain suddenly dissipated. Song Xiang leaned back on the chair, with blood boiling all over his body.
She should...
"If you like this seat so much, how about I let you sit?"
The cool voice came from nowhere.
Song Xiang stood up with a start, and for a moment he didn't know which direction to look.
Behind him, the door of the built-in lounge opened, and the man's footsteps slowly approached.
Song Xiang's pupils dilated and she turned around stiffly to meet the man's scrutinizing eyes.
"I never noticed before that you have such a big appetite."
He only wore a shirt on his upper body, which was loosely worn. He leaned against the door frame and stared at Song Xiang faintly.
Song Xiang swallowed and took a deep breath, "Everyone has a dream, isn't this allowed?"
"Can you tell the difference between dreams and dreaming?" Yan Yan snorted, his eyes falling on Song Xiang's hand that was still holding the chair.
Song Xiang quickly stopped his hand, moved to the side, and said, "Who knows if it will become a reality one day."
Yan Han chuckled, slowly approached, looked down at the woman wearing sunglasses in front of him, and said: "It has taken the Yan Group thirty years to reach the scale it is today. You should have a plan for your dreams."
Song Xiang refused to accept it and clenched his fists, "You were born in Rome, so don't you allow others to step in and take a look at Rome?"
"I'm afraid you'll be foolish in your dream." He looked at her harshly and coldly, seeing that her sunglasses were a bit annoying, so he couldn't help but reach out to pull her sunglasses.
Song Xiang was slightly shocked and opened Yan Han's hand!
"You're so brave!" Yan Han was shocked and didn't expect her to dare to take action.
Song Xiang pressed her glasses, dodged to the side, and said, "You were the one who made the move first."
Yan Han licked his lips and suppressed his temper, "Come here and die!"
Song Xiang held her glasses with both hands and took a big step back. "Mr. Yan, I have finished handling the matter and you can leave."
"If you don't take off your glasses, the condition will be void." Yan Han raised his thin lips lightly and stared at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, feeling that there must be something wrong with this person because he insisted on looking at other people's disfigured faces.
She pressed her glasses, hesitating whether to take them off or not. She looked at Yan Han and found that he had no intention of giving in.
Forget it, just pick it.
She breathed a sigh of relief and moved her glasses down.
"Wait a minute." Yan Han suddenly raised his hand, "Stop taking it off. You can guess how ugly you are by looking at the lower half of your face."
Song Xiang: "..."
Damn it, you said it all.
She curled her lips, put on her glasses again, and took another step back calmly.
"I've finished handling the matter. You must remember what you promised me."
Yan Leng snorted, turned around, walked to the sofa, and sat down with a bold attitude.
"With so many conditions, are you prepared to kill someone or set a fire?"
Song Xiang felt guilty, and what he wanted to do was not much different from murder and arson.
"Be prepared. The imperial capital is so big, you might offend someone one day."
"Get out of here right now." Yan Han felt that it was an eyesore when she saw her wearing those sunglasses, and raised his hand impatiently, "You are just wandering around in front of my eyes like a blind man."
Song Xiang rolled her eyes crazily behind her sunglasses, with a smile on her face, bowed to Yan Han very politely, and then turned around and walked out impatiently.
"Do you want to start a business?" Yan Han suddenly spoke again.
Song Xiang turned her back to him, stretched out her hand to hold the door handle, and said carefully: "Everyone who comes to the imperial capital has this dream."
Yan Han did not continue to hit her, and said in a cold tone: "Then just have a good dream and avoid causing trouble."
Song Xiang pursed her lips, opened the door, and walked out with firm eyes.