In the president's office of Pleasure Group, when Ye Huanyan rushed to the office, she heard from Xiao Dong that Ling Han had gone directly to the public relations department to deal with the news of the day before.
She couldn't see him for the whole morning.
Near noon, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor of the secretary's office. She stood up from her seat and strode to the door.
But she saw a charming figure walking side by side with Ling Han.
It seemed natural for the male and female protagonists of the news to come and go together.
Ye Huanyan only felt a pinch in her heart. She couldn't ask a word of what she wanted to ask.
When Sheng Anran saw Ye Huanyan, she rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Secretary Ye, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm going to have lunch with President Ling. Do you want to join us?"
Ling Han's eyes slightly stagnated, and he looked at Ye Huanyan motionlessly. There was a trace of inexplicable expectation for her reaction in his heart.
Ye Huanyan's plain face evoked a smile, which was polite and alienated. "No, I have something to deal with."
After saying this, she turned around and walked toward her desk, ignoring the two people behind her.
There was a trace of ridicule in Sheng Anran's eyes, while Ling Han was at a loss.
He stared blankly at the back of the resolute figure as she left. His heart felt empty. Even though he had long expected that she would no longer care about what kind of scandals he had and what kind of women he had around him, this kind of reaction still made him feel as if he had fallen off a cliff.
She could forgive, but she would not love again.
"Han, let's go. I have something to tell you..."
Sheng Anran pushed open the door of the president's office with one hand, stepped aside to let go of the way, and reminded Ling Han to go in.
Ye Huanyan walked to the desk and paused slightly, but did not look back.
Not long after entering the door, Sheng Anran sat at the coffee table and drank tea. Her slender legs were crossed, and her fingers holding the coffee cup were as white as jade. "Han, you don't have to rush me to the press conference to clarify the news. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but I don't see you care so much. The media is just for attention. How many people will remember this kind of thing?"
Ling Han glanced at her with indifference in his eyes. "Just do what you need to do. Don't do useless things."
Thinking about what had just happened, Ling Han's voice deepened. "Also, don't put on an act in front of Ye Huanyan in the future."
Sheng Anran's hand that was holding the cup stiffened slightly. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Got it."
Ling Han came back to get a document. Just as he was about to open the drawer on his left, there was a knock on the door. "Knock, knock, knock. President Ling."
Ye Huanyan's clear voice pulled back all of Ling Han's thoughts. He immediately sat up straight. "Come in."
"President Ling, there is a document for you to sign. Is it convenient now?" Ye Huanyan walked in with a folder in her arms, looking serious.
Ling Han nodded, the tiredness in his eyes reduced a little, and his voice was low. "Well, give it to me."
When signing, Ye Huanyan glanced at Sheng Anran from the corner of her eyes and reminded her intentionally or unintentionally, "President Ling, you said before that you wanted to meet Professor Xiao from Fang Da at noon today in a restaurant nearby. Do you want to adjust the time?"
Without waiting for Ling Han to speak, she emphasized, "Professor Xiao is very busy. It took a month for us to make the appointment today. If we don't go this time, we don't know when the next appointment will be."
Pleasure needed Professor Xiao as a cultural consultant for a historical film. Originally, this matter didn't need Ling Han to do it himself, but Professor Xiao was Wen Qingwan's teacher when she was studying for her master's degree, so Ling Han was very respectful to him.
Ling Han was slightly stunned. He looked at Ye Huanyan with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Although Professor Xiao was busy, he wasn't that busy. Ye Huanyan said that on purpose.
Did she deliberately want to ruin his lunch with Sheng Anran?
Thinking of this possibility, Ling Han suddenly felt a little happy.
Without waiting for him to speak, Sheng Anran coughed dryly in the office. "Han, I have a magazine cover shooting in the suburbs this afternoon. If you don't take me there, I'm afraid I can't catch up with the press conference in the afternoon. That's not good."
Ling Han frowned slightly. "Why don't you take me there, Secretary Ye?"
Sheng Anran's eyes flashed with an unknown light. She looked at Ling Han. "This way, I won't miss the press conference, right?"
Smart women always calculated too much at critical moments. The losses they suffered in the past few days made Ling Han begin to regret keeping a woman like Sheng Anran by his side.
Ye Huanyan's face was a little cold, but she didn't speak. She just looked at Ling Han and waited for his response. Ling Han's voice was a little dry. He avoided her eyes and pushed the car key on the table to Ye Huanyan. "Yan Yan, you drive my car and take her there."
Ling Han had to agree to Sheng Anran's request, even though no one knew better than him about the new and old hatred between Ye Huanyan and her.
Ye Huanyan's flat mouth finally raised a self-mocking arc. "OK."
Looking at Ye Huanyan and Sheng Anran walking out of the office one after another, Ling Han frowned and sighed silently in his heart. Forget it. I'll explain it to her after the press conference.
Sheng Anran followed Ye Huanyan into the underground garage, and two pairs of high-heeled shoes made a sound of staggered steps.
She walked to the door. "In fact, if I were you, I wouldn't choose to come back to work. Does it feel good to humiliate yourself? Secretary Ye. "Sheng Anran looked at Ye Huanyan's back and provoked her.
Ye Huanyan stopped, turned around, and glanced at Sheng Anran with cold eyes. "Humiliate yourself?"
She sneered, looked at Sheng Anran, and said sarcastically, "I'm afraid Miss Sheng has to eat lunch by herself today. Who do you think humiliates themselves?"
Hearing this, Sheng Anran's face suddenly turned white, and she looked at Ye Huanyan with more fierceness in her eyes.
After getting on the car, Ye Huanyan fastened her seat belt, took a deep breath, and slowly backed the car out of the parking space of the garage. She didn't notice a black figure in the mirror outside the window, hidden behind the silver-white business car.
After the car drove out of the garage, a figure came out of the corner of the garage. She was wearing a wide black coat, but it could still be seen that she was a woman. She wore a mask and sunglasses, and there was an obvious red scar on her cheek. She walked towards the exit of the basement. When she passed by the trash can, there was a cold light in her sleeve.
"Clang", a wrench fell into the trash can, making a loud noise.
The man seemed to enjoy hearing such a sound very much. Through the mask, he gave a sinister laugh.
In the office of Pleasure Group, Ling Han opened the drawer to take the document. As soon as he opened it, he saw a black suede box.
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