Chapter 16 Bully

Song Ruochen rubbed the back of his hand that was red from being slapped in a daze, and put his hand towards the wine in front of him again.

Pop.

Jian Yuheng slapped him again.

"You fucking bastard..." Song Ruochen slammed the table and stood up, "Want to fight?"

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Yan Fen's hand shook and a glass of wine spilled.

Jian Feng bit the chopsticks in half with a crunch.

Song Ruochen: "Fuck..."

ding dong.

Rewind one second.

He spent 1,000 yuan to withdraw his mother's name.

Jian Yuheng slapped the back of her hand twice, and palm prints began to appear on her snow-white skin.

"If the Second Young Master has all his limbs intact and wants to applaud, he can clap his hands," Secretary Song said indifferently but politely.

Almost ooc again, being a secretary is so hard.

This villain started rebelling today, why do you keep beating him!

Song Ruochen sat there listlessly, maintaining his perfect secretary image, watching his assistant drink happily.

Jian Yuheng could hardly hold back his laughter.

It turns out that as long as people live long enough, they can see everything. Today, he saw it and paid for cursing.

The omega lowered his head slightly, his eyelids drooped, and his lips were tightly pursed. He looked like he had a lot of curse words to say while calculating the price.

【Calm down, host.】

Systematic encouragement.

[We don't have any more coins to redeem ourselves, so it's too extravagant to spend thousands of dollars to scold people. ]

"Can you rewind 0.5 seconds?" Song Ruochen asked, "I want to curse for 500 yuan."

【……】

Swish, there was a slight movement, and Song Ruochen raised his head.

Jian Yuheng pushed a small wine glass in front of him, with a little wine at the bottom of the glass.

"Give me a toast?" Jian Yuheng asked, "Secretary Song?"

Song Ruochen reluctantly picked up the wine glass and lightly clinked it with the glass in Jian Yuheng's hand.

Delicious, love it, like it.

He pursed his lips, and his mouth was filled with the aroma of wine.

On the other hand, Yan felt that he was going to die.

Secretary Song is just a cold, robot secretary. Why is Young Master Jian blocking the secretary's drinking?

Why is his toast getting further and further away from the target?

It has been sent. The second young master failed to be pulled in, and the first young master also failed to be drunk. Now we can only rely on the two little stars to coax and confuse Mr. Jian's heart.

But these two little stars have good qualifications, but with such a beautiful Secretary Song sitting on the dining table, they are simply not good enough.

"Boss Jian," Yanfen said, "It's getting late today. You should go to bed early. We'll discuss the branch's project in detail tomorrow."

"Okay." Jian Feng said.

In order to make up for the missed wine with delicious food, Song Ruochen quickly adjusted his mindset and concentrated on the meal.

Everyone at the table stared with wide eyes at Assistant Gong drinking happily. Song Ruochen seized the opportunity and started turning the tables.

Jian Yuheng had just been distracted for a while when he noticed that the table in front of him began to rotate.

Song Ruochen picked up the grilled fish, the crab, and a small flower for decoration.

The omega stared at the flower for a long time, then realized it was inedible and threw it away.

The waiter knocked on the door and came in, bringing a new dish, which was round glutinous rice balls.

Song Ruochen locked onto his target and started turning the table.

The corner of Jian Yuheng's mouth twitched slightly. He placed his fingertips on the table and gently spun the meatball to a farther place.

Song Ruochen: “?”

He waited for the second young master to finish picking up the food, then started to move closer to Wanzi.

Jian Yuheng raised his hand again, and as if inadvertently, picked up a distant dish and gave the glutinous rice ball away again.

"......?" Song Ruochen was confused.

This time, Song Ruochen stayed quiet for a while, waiting until Jian Yuheng and Jian Feng started talking before he reached out to the dining table.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter, the meatballs are coming!

Jian Yuheng reached out again, turned the table over, and pushed the meatball away.

"You are really stupid when I call you Second Young Master." Song Ruochen got angry, "Is Wanzi the same kind as you? Why are you so protective of him? If you like him, you might as well be a donkey in your next life..."

Song Ruochen: “…wuwu”

ding dong.

【5000 yuan has been deducted. 】

Song Ruochen became obedient.

Forget it, I can’t afford to scold you anymore.

After scolding the other person, there is still no impression, so I can only do it for my own pleasure.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you, Mr. Yan?" There was a panic on the other side of the table.

President Yan fell to the ground with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission." Assistant Gong smiled and sat down. "Second Master, are you in a good mood tonight?"

Jian Yuheng was naturally in a good mood. After being tormented by the pullback for so long, he really felt proud today.

I just like the feeling of cleaning up people.

Secretary Song, this is quite funny. So what if there is a rollback system? It still has many flaws.

"It's okay." said Jian Yuheng.

The person who invited us to dinner got drunk, so the dinner was aborted and after a few pleasantries, both parties left.

"Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen stood up, "I'll escort you back to the hotel."

"No need, Secretary Song." Jian Feng said, "Go back and rest."

"There are many dangers along the way," said Song Ruochen.

Jian Feng: "It's only twenty meters from here to the hotel..."

Jane always insisted on going home alone.

"Okay then." Song Ruochen said, "For your safety, please take this with you."

Jian Feng: “?”

Song Ruochen handed an opaque file bag to Jian Feng: "Remember to open it when you get to the room."

Jian Feng put the document bag in his pocket in confusion.

Song Ruochen slipped away first. He suddenly realized that Secretary Song had run out of medicine to suppress genetic diseases, so he had to go to the pharmacy downstairs to buy some.

In the box, Jian Feng raised his head and looked at Jian Yuheng.

"The branch office has some serious problems." Jian Feng spoke first, "Let's find a quiet place to talk?"

"Sure." Jian Yuheng said.

Perhaps the act of beating drums and passing wine was conducive to unity, Jian Yuheng felt that his brother's attitude towards him seemed not as defensive as before.

"There's a quiet cafe across the street where no one will disturb you," Jian Yuheng said. "Let's go there."

"I'll listen to you." Jian Feng said.

There is a drugstore downstairs.

After buying the medicine, Song Ruochen strolled out, the pharmacy doctor's instructions still ringing in his ears.

"G3 genetic disease will have major outbreaks around the age of 20, and it really needs the pheromone soothing of the alpha." The doctor said, "Remember to communicate well with your alpha."

"Okay." Song Ruochen said.

"An ordinary alpha can't handle it." The doctor said, "You need an alpha with extremely strong pheromones and physical strength."

Song Ruochen: "Okay."

He remembered that in the original book, this genetic disease seemed to be a setting. Secretary Song didn't care about it and the child was in good health. He guessed that he didn't need to care about it either.

Judging from the time, the two omegas should sneak into the protagonist's room, right?

Are the cameras of Yanfen's subordinates also ready?

Dates and coix seeds, don’t be afraid.

The love security guard is here.

Song Ruochen took out his cell phone.

The environment in the cafe across the street is quiet and comfortable.

Jian Yuheng and Jian Feng sat by the window and talked a lot.

"Sure enough, you also noticed that there was a problem." Jian Feng's voice was very low.

"Well, my opinion is that we should deal with it as it is, and don't bother with the old relationship." Jian Yuheng said. "As for the cooperation project, we should discuss it ourselves."

After a few words, both sides got to know each other better.

Even Jian Yuheng, who has always been emotionally indifferent, felt that he had found a bit of brotherhood.

"Brother." Jian Yuheng spoke.

[Don't come over here, I'm Yan Ci's husband! ]

[I, Jian Feng, have only loved Yan Ci in my life! ]

Two voices echoed in the air.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Jian Feng: “…”

In the café, everyone turned their heads around.

Jian Feng hurriedly opened the file bag given by Secretary Song, which contained more than ten mobile phones.

He fumbled for a cell phone and hung up one call, then another one rang.

[I, Jian Feng, am loyal to Yan Ci! ]

The AI ​​voices that sound like wheat are getting louder and louder.

In the cafe, many people took out their mobile phones and started recording the beautiful moments.

[Every day after marrying Yan Ci is very happy!!]

[I love you but it's hard to express it, Jian Feng and Yan Ci's love is stronger than gold! ]

Jian Yuheng took a big step back.

"Brother..." Jian Feng couldn't get over and looked up for help.

Jian Yuheng had already appeared twenty meters away with a cup of coffee.

"This guy is so funny." someone said.

"Yes." Jian Yuheng spoke.

—

Song Ruochen carried the medicine all the way back to the hotel and received a deposit notification from the system on the way.

【It will take 20 minutes for the coin purse to be credited to your account.】

"Oh my god, it's worth the money." Song Ruochen said, "Two omegas are actually worth so much."

"Actually, I didn't do anything." Song Ruochen humbly expressed his gratitude, "I just helped Mr. Jian to speak up and make him feel more cheerful."

[The number of daily retracements has been increased to 10. 】

Song Ruochen felt happy.

The first thing to do after receiving your salary is to feel happy.

"The day is almost over, I want to play for a while." Song Ruochen said.

【support!】

【A little extravagance! 】

In the next room, Jian Yuheng took a shower and changed into pajamas.

He stood by the French window for a while, his mouth corners raised several times.

Today was a good day, there were so many things that could make him laugh.

For example, he asked Song Ruochen to pay for swearing at people many times.

For example, he was not the only one persecuted by Secretary Song.

It was getting late, he was a little sleepy, it was time to go to bed. There would be a chance later. He wanted to bully the secretary a bit more.

Jian Yuheng took off his pajamas, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and gradually became sleepy.

ding dong.

Jian Yuheng stood back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his pajamas.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Jian Yuheng stood for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and went back to bed, ready to fall asleep.

ding dong.

Jian Yuheng stood back in front of the French window.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

He waited five minutes and tentatively returned to bed.

I'm really sleepy and want to sleep.

ding dong.

Jian Yuheng couldn't get into bed.

Jian Yuheng was experienced enough. He waited for another half hour and approached the big bed again.

I'm so sleepy. I want to go to bed.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Jian Yuheng was wearing pajamas, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at his kingdom with indifference.