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She remembered that after she was drunk last night, it seemed that Meng Guanyi drove her home!How could I be at his house?

"You really don't remember anything?" Su walked to the bed and leaned over to look at her.

Song Yan tilted her head and didn't answer, she really didn't have much impression...

"It was you who called me yourself, saying that you regretted it, that you didn't want to terminate the contract with me, and that you were begging for nothing to come to my house. I had no choice but to bring you here." He narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

Song Yan immediately lowered his head to look at his clothes, but fortunately they were neatly dressed and there was no sign of taking them off.

She jumped up from the bed and stammered, "Well, I was drunk last night, and I couldn't count what I said, Mr. Su, just forget about it!" After finishing speaking, she opened the door and went out.

After going out, she came in again, looked around, grabbed her bag and ran out.

Su Xing looked at her the whole time, waiting for the door to close, with an arc on his lips.

After Song Yan left the room, he met Sun Fushang who was busy in the restaurant.

"You're awake, do you want to have breakfast together?" Sun Fushang asked her enthusiastically.

Song Yan's face turned red, and he ran out on his back.

Sun Fushang said "Ai ai" twice, and the words fell silent, and she opened the door and went out.

Looking at the closed security door, he shook his head, then turned to look at Su Xing who came out of the room: "You really scared her like this."

"Probably the shock is still behind." Su Xing said calmly.

Song Yan hurried out of Taoyuan Meishu, stood still at the gate of the community, and took a breath.

I ran away as if I was running away, and only now I remembered to look at my phone, it is seven o'clock in the morning, um...do I want to go home?
Today was her first day to work at Song's electronics factory, and she should have gone earlier.After thinking about it, she decided not to go home, and took the subway directly to Song's Electronics.

After rushing there, she ate breakfast at a nearby breakfast shop, tidied up her appearance in the bathroom, and stayed up until 08:30, when she walked into the gate of Song Electronics.

The winter sun shone on the door plate of Song's electronic gate, she stopped and looked at the sign, took a deep breath and smiled.

Dad, I'm back again, this time I will try my best to protect Song Electronics!
She knew the structure of Song's Electronics even with her eyes closed, and when she went to the office area familiarly, she stood downstairs a little hesitantly.

She is the only one in the design department, and she doesn't know where to work...

While she was thinking about it, a person called her name from behind in surprise: "Qin Luhan!"

Turning around and seeing the person coming, Song Yan also smiled: "Jian Feiyang! Why are you here? Aren't you in the Xinchuang factory area?"

"I was transferred to the factory of Song Electronics. What about you? Why are you here too?" Jian Feiyang smiled very brightly.

"I'm the designer of the factory." Song Yan replied with a smile, "I'm just thinking about it. I don't know where to work."

"There is only one designer, so I will arrange it in the office of our logistics department. You can work with us in the future." Jian Feiyang smiled and waved to her, "Come on, come with me."

The two went to the top floor of the office building. The president's office here was gone, and it was changed to the logistics department.

Jian Feiyang brought Song Yan into the office, and saw that some people were already sitting inside. When these people saw Jian Feiyang go in, they all stood up and greeted him: "Director."

Song Yan turned around to look at Jian Feiyang, and laughed and teased: "Oh, so you were transferred and promoted, and became the director of the production department?"

Jian Feiyang smiled: "It can't be said that you can't get promoted, it's just that you manage a little more people."

Song Yan knew that he was modest. Compared with Song Electronics, the production scale of Xinchuang was much smaller. At that time, he was a senior management over there, but he became a director here. What is it not a promotion?
Thinking about it, he graduated from a famous university with strong abilities, and promotion is a matter of time. This Su Xing has a sense of discerning talents.

Jian Feiyang led Song Yan through the big office and into a small room inside. Only then did Song Yan realize that they had opened up the president's office and the president's lounge next to it, turning it into a suite.

Everyone else works outside, and the director works inside, but where does she work?

"You should be right next to me. It was originally planned to be a tea room, but now I feel that it is not very good to be a tea room. It happens that you are working inside." Jian Feiyang walked to the door and called out two people .

The two came in, and he ordered: "You put the water dispenser in the corner outside, and move in the desk for the designer."

The two did as they were told, and Song Yan was a little embarrassed: "It's not necessary, Jian Feiyang, it's the same when I work outside."

"It's not for you, it's because everyone thinks it's inconvenient to put the tea room inside, and they just need to move it." Jian Feiyang replied with a smile.

After a while, the small room next door was properly furnished, and Song Yan hurriedly went in to clean it and put away his things.

Jian Feiyang watched from the side, and said with a smile: "The things are a bit crude, I have wronged you, and I will ask Xiao Zhang from the logistics to buy a cabinet for you later."

"No need, really no need!" Song Yan waved his hands quickly, "I don't have much, and I don't need to design anything. Most of the time I have to go to the factory to follow up the production quality."

Mentioning this, Jian Feiyang hesitated and asked: "I shouldn't ask a question. I heard that you did a good job in the design department. Why did you come down to the factory?"

"The factory is not bad either. It can be close to the front line. I don't think the design should be too unrealistic. It's also an exercise for me." Song Yan replied with a smile.

Jian Feiyang also laughed: "You have a different view. I thought that girls would not want to come down to the factory. After all, the conditions here are more difficult, and you always have to deal with the workers."

"I feel fine."

For Song Yan, being able to deal with the workers in her father's factory in the past is also a kind of nostalgia and longing for her parents, and she thinks it is very good.

The office was cleaned up quickly, and Song Yan felt a little monotonous, so he thought about going downstairs to the back of the factory building.

There are a few plum trees planted in the corner here, and the red wintersweet is in full bloom at this time.

Reluctant to be more colorful, she broke off a plum branch and held it carefully in her arms.

Jian Feiyang who followed showed surprise: "How do you know there are plum trees here?"

"There used to be one here, but now there are only a few left." Song Yan said a little sadly.

Dad is a person who loves to plant flowers and grass. After he left, Chen Jingbo took over the factory. Why would he care about these plum trees?It's much better to die, and there are only a few trees left.

"Are you... familiar with this place?" Jian Feiyang asked cautiously.

Song Yan came back to his senses and waved his hands: "My uncle used to work here as a worker. I came here with him once, and I was very impressed by the plum trees here."