"Well, Yinyin told me not to tell you."
This woman.
Severe Han twisted his eyebrows, and his eyes motioned Cheng Lin to continue.
"It seems that Yan Ji, I don't know how to say it. In short, he may have deliberately approached Yinyin."
Cheng Lin's words fell, and a faint of surprise flashed across her harsh cold phoenix eyes.
"I know." Shen Sheng said, and Yan Lihan tapped his fingers on the desktop a few times, "I will pay attention."
Cheng Lin nodded at him and respectfully withdrew from the president's office.
Back in the evening, the two were still in a cold war.
Shang Yinran took a shower and sat on the tatami to watch a movie.
Yan Lihan leaned against the bed, holding a book in his hand, and didn't know if he had read it.
He raised his eyes in the book and looked at the little woman.
His eyes became darker and heavier, and he couldn't see the color in the end.
Closing the book, he opened the quilt and went to the ground.
Actually, did Shang Yinran actually watch a movie again
not at all.
Her attention, pretending to be focused on the phone screen, was actually on the big horn, the man.
During the Cold War, she was also uncomfortable.
It's just that the severe cold is too hateful, can't you be softened with her
"Bell..."
Suddenly, a bell rang.
Shang Yinran's mobile phone is in her hand, of course it is not hers.
It's so late, who calls Yan Lihan.
Standing in front of him, she looked at the screen.
The words'Xu Xin' flickered.
"Miss Wei's phone, won't you answer?"
Severe Hanfeng stared at her closely, his slender fingers pressed down to answer.
"Hey."
"Li Han, haven't you slept yet?"
Staring at Shang Yinran, Severe Han said slowly, "No."
Shang Yin snorted, turned back to the tatami, and held up the phone again.
Xu Xin bit her lip and asked in a low voice, "Li Han, when will you come to see me? Will you come?"
Squeezing the fuselage, he looked back at the little woman on the tatami.
"Xu Xin, I..."
"what!"
A female voice cried out in pain.
Interrupted Severe Han's words.
Twisting his eyebrows, he glanced in the direction of the tatami and quickly said to the phone: "Hang up first."
Throwing the phone at the big city, Severe Cold walked quickly towards Shang Yinran.
Shang Yinran covered her mouth, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"What did you do?"
He scolded, he glared at her.
Shang Yinran curled his lips and whispered, "The phone was smashed."
He looked at her with a non-smiling smile, the color in his phoenix eyes was thick like an invisible fog, "Did you mean it?"
"I made this deliberately for fear that I would say something to Xu Xin."
With a cold snort, Shang Yinran hugged his shoulders with a frivolous expression, "What do you like to say, I don't care at all!"
The next moment Severe Han actually laughed.
Letting go of her, he stood up and walked to the big bed, stooping to pick up his phone.
Thinking with his toes, Shang Yinran knew who he was calling.
"Xu Xin."
Shen Shen's male voice.
When he called himself just now, his tone was different from what he used to call her.
A woman's natural sixth sense reminded her.
"Li Han, I was suddenly a little tired, what can I say, tomorrow..." Xu Xin said.
"Xu Xin."
He called her again.
Severe Cold held the phone, and the deep and mellow male voice not only spread into Xu Xin's ears, but also into Shang Yinran's cochlea.
"I won't see you again."
When the words fell, he hung up the phone.
Shang Yin looked at him in astonishment, and couldn't believe it all over his face.
…
During the small gathering of the investment department before the Dynasty’s annual meeting, this evening, Severe Han Ye did not expect to attend.
They ordered a meal first, and after the meal, the waiter came to clean up the private room.
There are basic entertainment facilities in the private rooms. Some colleagues go to order songs, and some colleagues find poker cards to play cards.
But Severe Cold didn't fit in with these, he sat alone on the sofa in the corner.
One person, a glass of wine, savor slowly.
Shang Yinran was arrested to fill up the number of cards to play, but her card skills were not good, and she lost a lot in a short while.
What they play is not money, but wine.
"Secretary of the business, you can't do this, tell yourself, how many glasses of wine do you owe?"
Fortunately, they had one third of a glass of wine in one round, otherwise they would have to lie down tonight at the rate of her loss.
"There are 6 cups in total." Another colleague replied with a smile, "Commercial secretary, what's the matter? Shouldn't you make up the wine you owe first?"
"I drank it, didn't I lose even worse?" Shang Yinran curled his lips, "Don't bully others, come again!"
In another round, Shang Yinran's card was not bad this time, so he was extra cautious when playing cards.
As he was about to play the card, a slender finger suddenly stretched out.
Almost instantly, a familiar smell drifted from the tip of the nose.
The cards landed.
In my ears, colleagues fryer: "President, this can't work!"
"Yes, President, why are you helping the commercial secretary so clearly."
"The card belongs to her, I just help her out."
Such shameless, shameless words, only severe cold.
Shang Yinran's cheeks were red, and his heart was beating.