Chapter 53
Linda picked up the drawing paper, and when she saw Zhan Jinyan on it, her whole face was distorted.

Song Xiangwan got up from the ground, walked over, and grabbed the drawing paper from her hand.

"Don't you know how to knock when you come in? How rude."

Linda blushed with anger, "Song Xiangwan, let me tell you, this is the company, not your home, and not a place for you to talk about love. You'd better put away your thoughts about the boss, otherwise I'm not being rude to you."

"It's none of your business whether I talk about love or not? I just like Zhan Jinyan, what's wrong? I just like him, like him...! Can you control it?" As he said, he still didn't forget to make a face at Linda .

Suddenly, Song Xiangwan's movements stopped abruptly, and his whole body froze.

Linda was so angry that her veins went straight, but then she felt the change in her and turned around.

When he saw Zhan Jinyan behind him, he shuddered.

"boss!"

"Go down!" Zhan Jinyan had no expression on his face, and his voice was as cold as December's cold.

Linda didn't dare to stay longer and left immediately.

"Hey!" Song Xiangwan smiled flatteringly at Zhan Jinyan, but he was thinking in his heart, did Zhan Jinyan hear what she said just now?
Do you think she is shameless and overconfident?

Zhan Jinyan walked into the office and closed the door behind his back.

Song Xiangwan backed away in shock.

Zhan Jinyan was surprised and reached out to take out the drawing paper in her hand.

Song Xiangwan was startled, and immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, what I said to Linda just now was to annoy her on purpose, I didn't like you, really really didn't like you!"

Zhan Jinyan turned a deaf ear to it, looked down at the drawing paper in his hand, slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a shallow, dignified and elegant smile.

"...!" Song Xiangwan blushed like a boiled shrimp.

This time humiliating.

It was originally intended to stimulate Linda.

It turned out to be self-defeating.

Will Zhan Jinyan really misunderstand that she likes him?
"The painting is good! I accept it!" Zhan Jinyan handed the portrait to Mike behind him, "Let someone frame it."

Song Xiangwan: "...!"

"Yes!" Mike suppressed a laugh and left with the portrait.

Zhan Jinyan took Song Xiangwan's hand.

Song Xiangwan only felt a rush of hot air rushing to his forehead, rumbling.

"Are you finished?"

"Let's go to lunch!" is not a discussion, but an order.

Song Xiangwan took out his phone and looked at it, only to realize that it was almost twelve o'clock before he knew it.

Just in time, the phone rang.

The call was from Song Xiangqing.

Song Xiangwan answered the phone and put it to his ear: "Hello! Sister, what's the matter?"

Song Xiangqing's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Wanwan, it's not good, Lele has disappeared again, she left me a note, saying that she is going to find her Yanyan, and come back by herself at night!"

"Sister, don't worry, I'll look up the location, and then give her a call!" Then, he hung up the phone and opened the watch location app.

On the APP map, a small red dot is slowly moving.

Song Xiangwan zoomed in on the map.

what!
Song Tianle was actually near her.

Moreover, the little red dot is getting closer and closer to her, more and more...

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

"Yanyan, I'm here to see you, are you happy?"

People arrive before they speak.

The voice is Song Tianle's.

Song Xiangwan's eyes widened, and he looked towards the door in disbelief.

Song Tianle also saw Song Xiangwan, and was dumbfounded.

Zhan Jinyan looked at them meaningfully, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know each other?"

"She's me...!" Song Xiangwan was about to explain, but was interrupted by Song Tianle, "Her daughter and I used to be sick friends, so we knew each other. Auntie's surname is Song, and I'm also surnamed An Song. Coincidentally, we are very close." It's fate!"

(End of this chapter)

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