Chapter 22 Shelter from the Wind and Rain
Jian Yuheng played with the faucet for ten minutes, added shower gel bubbles for ten minutes, and then drew the bath water for another ten minutes.
After making sure there was no movement, he got out of the water.
It feels so good to put on clothes again. When our ancestors first put on leaves, they might have felt the same excitement.
The cell phone seemed to have been ringing for several minutes. Jian Yuheng walked over and answered the call.
"Where is he?" his mother asked on the phone. "Did your phone fall between the cracks of the bed? You don't even want to answer the phone?"
"No." Jian Yuheng said, "I'm afraid it's useless."
His mother: “?”
Good comment from the public.
"Come home for dinner tomorrow." Mom said, "You haven't been home for a long time. Come back and cook your favorite dishes."
“?...Okay, I’ll go back tomorrow.” Jian Yuheng said.
He chatted with his mother for a few words before hanging up the phone.
-
A City Airport.
An enthusiastic college student passerby pushed Meng Yumian's wheelchair and left the airport with Song Ruochen.
"Thank you." Song Ruochen said.
College students are all helpful, so just grab one and they can be super helpful.
"Can you do it?" the college student said, "This wheelchair is heavy, and the wheels are not very flexible, so it's not easy to push."
"It's okay, I can do it." Song Ruochen pushed Meng Yumian's suitcase and pointed to the car on the side of the road, "We're here, let's take a ride."
"Okay." The alpha college student waved happily, "Bye~"
Secretary Song smiled and nodded.
"Young Master Meng." Song Ruochen turned around and looked at Meng Yumian. "We have finally... arrived safely outside the airport. I will take you back to your residence now."
"...Okay." Meng Yumian said.
According to Song Ruochen's understanding of the novel, Meng Yumian is not a bad person. He is just used to relying on others. He relies on his parents at home and on his brothers when he goes out. He has no ability to take care of himself.
That’s okay, Secretary Song will help him keep out of trouble.
"Young Master Meng, I'll carry you to the car." Song Ruochen said.
As expected of the CEO's secretary, he is very meticulous in his work. Meng Yumian smiled and nodded.
Fortunately, with Secretary Song, City A suddenly became more humane.
Song Ruochen leaned over, let Meng Yumian put his arm on his shoulders, and began to drag her into the car.
Meng Yumian: “……?”
He felt like he was the plow, plowing the land at the airport.
"Please take a seat." Song Ruochen said, "I'll put your luggage down for you."
Song Ruochen called the driver and put Meng Yumian's luggage and wheelchair into the trunk.
"Let's go." Song Ruochen said.
As soon as the car drove out, his cell phone vibrated -
[J]: Secretary Song, please submit the business trip report tomorrow.
[Song Ruochen]：0.o
[Song Ruochen]: I have nothing to report.
[J]:.
[J]: The board of directors is very interested in knowing the details of this business trip.
[Song Ruochen]: Seeing is believing, hearing is not. If you want to know so much, why don't you go with them?
[J]: …
[J]: Song Ruochen, do you want to reduce the salary of this month?
ding dong.
[Song Ruochen]: Okay, Mr. 2. I will finish writing the report tonight.
[J]: Well, when you are writing a report, you need to focus on the task at hand and finish it in one go.
[Song Ruochen]: Tsk.
"Song Ruochen" withdrew a message.
[Song Ruochen]: Oh.
[Song Ruochen]: Wrong number. Sorry.
It doesn’t matter, just write it, it’s not a problem for him.
Damn it, I was so distracted that I forgot to take care of my childhood sweetheart from the moment I got on the bus until now.
He has been using this commercial vehicle frequently recently and it has sufficient supplies.
"Young Master Meng, are you thirsty?" Song Ruochen opened the car refrigerator.
Meng Yumian looked at the iced cola, iced Sprite, and iced orange juice in the refrigerator and was stunned: "Secretary Song, I can't drink ice..."
A bag of plums (plus) was stuffed into his hand.
"If you're thirsty, take a look at this." Song Ruochen said.
Meng Yumian: “…”
-
It was a good idea to let Song Ruochen write the report, and Jian Yuheng spent the rest of the night in one go.
The next morning, Assistant Gong asked for leave on the grounds that "the ending of my favorite novel was a mess", and Jian Yuheng drove back to Jian's house by himself.
After dinner, his mother, Ms. Rong Xin, naturally asked about his compatibility.
Jian Yuheng: "Yanfen and others will be fired, and the rest will be given a warning with performance deductions..."
"Good score deduction, how's your matching test?" his mother asked.
"I took the test, but there's no suitable one for now." Jian Yuheng handed over his phone. "Look, there are a few with high matches, but they ignored me."
The chat list displayed on the mobile phone screen is filled with words like "crazy", "idiot" and "ugh".
"Well," his mother said disappointedly, "I didn't expect my son to be so unpopular... Huh?"
The message list moved and a new message popped up.
[Office Animal]: Hi~Hello, leader.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
"100% match?" Ms. Rong Xin was surprised. "Then I can chat with him. Maybe he's an interesting person?"
Jian Yuheng hummed perfunctorily. Speaking of fun, the overly lively Song Ruochen seemed to be more interesting.
He replied indifferently.
[Leader]: What’s up?
He has no interest in omegas of unknown origin.
[Social Animal]: Brother, do you own a company? Do you have a work report template?
[Corporate Animals]: Help.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Do workers acquire their skills by begging for food?
However, as long as you are not looking for him for a romantic relationship, he can still help you.
Jian Yuheng retrieved a work report he had written from his computer, hid the company and business information, and sent it to someone.
[Corporate Animal]: Great, very detailed, you are really a leader.
[Corporate Animal]: Thanks, brother.
[Leader]: Yes.
[Corporate Animal]: Do you want to repay the favor?
[Leader]: No, let’s not talk about it.
[Corporate Animals]: Good.
-
An art museum in the downtown area of City A.
Song Ruochen sat on a chair and reported quickly.
[I admire you, little grape. ]
【Using a dating app to ask about work. 】
"What's the problem?" Song Ruochen said, "Seniors from my school often go to dating apps to recruit experimental subjects."
【6】
"Finished." Song Ruochen sent the work report to the board of directors by email. "The efficiency of meeting the deadline half an hour before is beyond doubt."
"I'll go to work later this afternoon." Song Ruochen decided.
Just as I was thinking about it, Meng Yumian came with a drawing board.
"Secretary Song," Meng Yumian said, "I have hit a creative bottleneck."
Song Ruochen: “?”
Creative bottleneck? Here comes the key plot.
When Meng Yumian had no inspiration for painting, she liked to talk to Jian Feng, because Jian Feng was a man of few words. He only listened without expressing his opinions and without undermining people's confidence.
It's okay once or twice, but if you complain too much, the dates will have to be transplanted.
"You can talk to me." Song Ruochen said, "As Mr. Jian's secretary and his spokesperson, I can also help the young master solve his problems."
"There is a lack of emotion in my new work," said Meng Yumian.
Song Ruochen: "What's the mood?"
“Anger, arrogance, recklessness and shouting at the top of one’s lungs,” Meng Yumian said. “I want to use colors to express these things, but it seems that I lack the experience to add to the emotions.”
"Then it's no use looking for Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen said.
Mr. Jian has been as calm as a pool of water without ripples recently.
"Then what should I do..." Meng Yumian said.
"Wait." Song Ruochen took out his cell phone.
[Song Ruochen]：0.o
[Yan Ci]：0.x
[Song Ruochen]: Give me your brother’s phone number.
[Yan Ci]: [Phone number]
Song Ruochen dialed the number.
"Are you here? I'm Secretary Song." Song Ruochen said, "Have you moved into the property I bought for you? What color are the flowers on the grave grass?"
After three seconds of silence, Song Ruochen put the phone to Meng Yumian's ear.
"Fuck you *%￥#!...I'm really... (swear words) (swear words)"
Meng Yumian: “…”
Five minutes later, Meng Yumian put down her phone, and after a moment of shock and grievance, she resolutely picked up her paintbrush and began to create.
-
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Song Ruochen went to work.
Jian Feng was on a work call. He leisurely made himself a cup of tea and went upstairs to deliver some documents to Jian Yuheng.
"Second Master." He tapped the form with his fingertips, "Sign here."
Jian Yuheng's gaze lingered on the slender white fingertips for half a second, and he suddenly remembered that the people on the board had just praised him for Secretary Song's well-written business trip report.
That’s great. Those who are capable should do more work. Let Secretary Song do more similar work in the future.
"Secretary Song," Jian Yuheng said, "You and Assistant Gong, take these document boxes down with you."
Song Ruochen: "OK."
Song Ruochen coldly lifted up the half-person-high pile of file boxes and followed Gong Huo out.
Jian Yuheng picked up the pen and signed his name on the document.
Just as he walked out of the door, Song Ruochen's vision was blocked, and the document tilted and hit Gong Huo on the head.
Assistant Gong (with a wraparound on his head): “???”
ding dong.
Song Ruochen moved it again with great effort, and Jian Yuheng signed again.
The document was a bit heavy, so Song Ruochen staggered out. Not long after, angry screams rang out in the corridor again.
ding dong.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
He picked up his pen and wrote about Jian Yuheng over and over again.
I'm putting this aside for the autograph session. ：）
[There are many things in this world that cannot be solved even if you go back to the past~]
[Goldfinger is not omnipotent~]
[If it can't be moved, it can't be moved, just like the sun always rises from the east~]
"It makes sense." Song Ruochen said.
【Ask the villain for help! 】
"He will humiliate me severely." said Song Ruochen.
ding dong.
Song Ruochen returned to the moment he walked into the office.
"Second Young Master, sign here." Song Ruochen pointed at the document and looked around at the piled-up file boxes. "Second Young Master, Assistant Gong, an office should look like an office. Send these file boxes downstairs for safekeeping."
Gong Huo: "? Putting the cart before the horse..."
"Okay, okay!" Jian Yuheng said fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes, "Come on, move right away!"