Chapter 28: Emotionally stable
People always move forward in this life and easily miss the scenery behind them.
Now, Jian Yuheng saw the scenery he had missed: ":)"
The moon sets, the sun rises, and the birds in the sky fly backwards, which is very funny.
Is Song Ruochen's system's main business to be funny?
Why do we always add useless features?
Jian Yuheng began to miss the days when he could roll back files with just one click.
Wait, something's wrong.
One click to roll back the files, is he not angry anymore? Give him back his report and flowers!
Jian Yuheng stepped back, blaming himself. Slowly, he saw the familiar street and his brother walking back with a brisk pace.
"It's a good thing for the Wanhe family." Jian Feng said.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Why is it still falling?
But he guessed that it would stop soon, because Song Ruochen would definitely not go back to work.
Jian Yuheng: “：D”
Sure enough, the retracing stopped, and he returned to the bar with a glass of wine. If I remembered correctly, he and Jian Feng had just had a few drinks, and then they were chatting.
"How was your conversation with the omega who was 100% compatible with you?" Jian Feng asked again, "Have you ever thought about meeting him?"
In the last round, Jian Yuheng said that the current relationship is that of a monarch and his subject.
This round, he said, "I want to hit it twice to test the feel of it."
Jian Feng: “……?”
"You can't hit omegas." Jian Feng said, "Come to think of it, your AO pre-marriage exam score was only 98."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Who can be blamed?
"You need to take the initiative." His brother said, "Is the other person very introverted?"
"No, the other party is a gangster." said Jian Yuheng.
Office thugs, gym thugs, and elevator thugs.
Jian Feng: “……?”
At that moment, Jian Yuheng seemed to see a wifi logo with only one bar in his brother's eyes.
Speaking of taking the initiative, does someone like Song Ruochen count...?
So far, Song Ruochen has touched his hair once, pulled his hair twice, poked his face three times, scratched his neck once, poked his collarbone once, patted his chest muscles once, and patted his abdominal muscles once (by mistake).
Jian Yuheng: “Hiss…”
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Jian Feng came back to his senses, "Why do I feel like you're getting warmer?"
It's like a kettle, boiling water.
Kettle: “No problem.”
AOs with 100% matching degree will attract each other. After so many times, is Song Ruochen considered to be... attracted to him?
"Brother." Jian Yuheng humbly asked, "How do you like your sister-in-law?"
Jian Feng patted his chest and said, "No need to show anything, the heavens can prove it."
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Damn, what an idiot, I can't make any reference to it.
Fortunately, he read a lot of books, and the books said that if you like someone, you can't help but want to get close to him and touch him?
Song Ruochen, does it count? Song Ruochen seems to like his hawthorn pheromone very much, which is understandable, after all, it is a 100% match.
But he doesn't want to get married, and he doesn't like crazy omegas. Although Song Ruochen is really pretty, falling in love is really troublesome, and he doesn't want to take care of...
With a "bang", the side door of the bar was kicked open, and Secretary Song in a white shirt appeared coldly at the door.
"Madam, please." Song Ruochen said.
Yan Ci appeared at the door of the bar pushing a bicycle.
"Go, help Mrs. Jian park the car." Song Ruochen threw out a one-dollar tip.
The waiter pushed the bicycle away with a confused look on his face.
Jian Yuheng: “Pfft.”
Song Ruochen had no choice. It was time to get off work, the traffic was terrible, and the subway was blocked, so he could only ride a bike to pick up Dazao.
They are college students who are better at riding bicycles and carrying people.
"Yan Ci, Secretary Song, here." Jian Feng saw them. "Didn't you just say you couldn't come? Why are you here suddenly now?"
"Because it's closer here than the equator," said Song Ruochen.
Jian Feng: “?”
He shook his head to confirm the existence of the brain.
Why are Secretary Song and his brother's words so hard to understand recently?
"Hello, you... hello." She politely called the waiter, "Please give me a cocktail, and give Chenchen a cocktail..."
"Give him a cup of milk tea." Jian Yuheng interrupted.
"Okay." said the waiter.
Song Ruochen: “?”
"Submit a 3,000-word interview experience report tonight," Jian Yuheng said. "I hope Secretary Song can complete it soberly and independently."
Song Ruochen: "I'm fine with scolding you in my heart, but you still want to read the text version?"
ding dong.
"Okay, Second Young Master (sha)" Song Ruochen said.
Just have milk tea, he is here to do big things.
Yan Ci turned his head and blinked at Jian Yuheng.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
I am not.
If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. I just don't want to become a monster.
The environment of this bar is nice, and the resident singer sings love songs softly. Song Ruochen rarely comes to this event, so he looks around curiously.
"Xiaochen, I noticed that fewer people scold me recently." Yan Ci said.
"Qingping is not coming?" Song Ruochen asked.
I don’t know whether the perpetual motion machine he found for Meng Yumian will work.
"He seems to be scolded a lot recently and often gets angry and goes crazy. Because his emotions are not stable enough, he was banned from live streaming by the platform for a month." Yan Ci said.
"Then I suddenly got a new fan." Yan Ci showed the screen of his phone to Song Ruochen, "He scolded a lot of haters."
Song Ruochen looked closely and saw the ID Huachuan Tingyumian.
He clicked on the speech record of this ID——
Three days ago.
@画船听雨眠: You scold me, and I will fight back!
Two days ago.
@画船听雨眠: Children speak without restraint, little first-year student, your current task is to go from primary school to junior high school.
One day ago.
@画船听雨眠: Yes, yes, you are right, the dead are the greatest.
@画船听雨眠: I just like the host’s live broadcast room. There are many black fans, it is easy to break through the defense, and there are lots of inspirations!
Song Ruochen: “…”
The sick, weak little childhood sweetheart, has turned into a sprayer?
The growth rate is terrifying.
While Meng Yumian is walking upright, has he also learned to find someone to curse at?
Secretary Song, great.
"My live broadcasts have been going smoothly recently." Yan Ci said, "Secretary Song, do you think he's tired of swearing at people all the time?"
"No." Song Ruochen said, "...it seems that he has been doing well recently."
The song suddenly changed at the stage. The alpha singer had a good voice. Song Ruochen turned around to take a look.
"What kind of lyrics are these? I don't understand them." Song Ruochen said.
"It seems to be saying that an alpha fell in love with an omega." Yan Ci said, "We can go over and listen. It will be clearer if we stand closer."
"Come on, come on, and listen." Song Ruochen said.
Will the lyrics of the songs in the ABO world be different?
Jian Yuheng raised his eyelids and stared at the secretary's leaving back.
Is this song so good? I have to sit in the front row to listen to it.
"Brother Jian." A voice came from the side.
Jian Feng turned around and recognized that it was the child of a friend’s business. Her name seemed to be... Xu Xiao?
Xu Xiaogang had just drunk some wine and his body was full of the smell of alcohol. He staggered towards Jian Feng and bumped into Jian Feng, with his arms spread out as if he was hugging Jian Feng.
"Brother Jian, Yan Ci won't even drink with you?"
Jian Feng was about to push him away: "Master Xu, you are drunk..."
Jian Yuheng next to him suddenly started coughing loudly: "Cough! Cough! Cough cough cough!"
What's going on? Is your throat sore?
Song Ruochen turned around angrily and immediately saw the culprit who caused him to work overtime tonight.
Yan Ci also saw it and blinked on the spot——
0.0.
ding dong.
Song Ruochen returned to the bar counter, and the moment Xu Xiao approached, he kicked her out.
"Master Xu." Secretary Song glanced coldly at the man sitting on the ground in a daze, "The tissue in your hand... threatens Mr. Jian's life."
Jian Feng: “…”
Yan Ci: “0.0*”
"I, I didn't." Xu Xiao said, "I just didn't stand firmly, and accidentally..."
"Security work cannot afford to be careful." Song Ruochen said, "Young Master Xu, please don't make things difficult for the workers."
Xu Xiao: "You...I..."
The corners of Jian Yuheng's mouth twitched slightly, and then he noticed that Yan Ci was looking at him.
Jian Yuheng (10% stealing feeling): ":]"
"Xu Xiao." A middle-aged man's voice came, "What's going on? Why are you here? Don't be rude to the eldest and second young masters."
Xu Xiao: "I didn't..."
He dusted off his body and stood up, shivering as he glanced at Secretary Song who was standing coldly beside Yan Ci, then hid behind his father.
"I haven't seen the eldest and second young masters for a long time." The middle-aged man invited, "Our seats are over there. Let's go have a drink and chat for a while, and let Xu Xiao make amends for you. How about that?"
After all, they were friendly competitors, so Jian Feng did not refuse, and the group changed seats.
Jian Yuheng turned around and saw his brother sweating profusely.
He listened carefully and heard his brother repeating in his mouth: "A man of integrity is not afraid of his own shadow."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
A single-minded idiot.
【It will take 10 minutes for the coin purse to be credited to your account.】
"Is that all?" Song Ruochen asked the system.
【From extravagance to frugality is difficult. 】
【Nowadays, Xiao Pu Tao no longer cares about the 10-minute retracement of the coin. 】
"Not really." Song Ruochen said, "It cost me a lot to deal with him."
But it doesn't matter. If he kicks the person out, the dates will not turn into coconut dates, snow dates and seaweed.
The singing on the stage stopped. Maybe it was break time, so the alpha singer left the stage. Song Ruochen sighed with regret.
"It's so boring without music to listen to." Xu Xiao said weakly, "The wine tastes dull."
He turned his gaze to Song Ruochen: "I heard that the secretary of the president of Xiaoshi Group has all the skills, and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Can he also add some background music for us?"
Song Ruochen: “?”
Change fire?
"No..." Yan Ci said, "If the wine has no taste, don't drink it. If you drink it, you will go and hit someone else's husband."
Xu Xiao: "..."
"I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to hear some sounds..." Xu Xiao defended, "I didn't mean to embarrass anyone."
"Uncle Xu, don't let him drink." Jian Yuheng said, "His memory has become worse after drinking. Young Master Xu, didn't Secretary Song tell you not long ago that he is doing security work today and nothing else?"
President Xu frowned. He could understand that his son wanted to get back at Secretary Song after he suffered a loss, but he didn't stop him.
But why are people like Xiao Shi so protective of a secretary?
Xiao Shi is a friendly competitor and he must not be offended.
"Pay more money to call the resident singer back." Jian Feng said, "Professional matters should be handled by professionals."
Song Ruochen: "Hmm?"
Add money?
"I can." Song Ruochen said, "Let me sing."
Cows and horses can do anything.
Jian Yuheng: “……?”
He refused the secretary's request to sing, but he couldn't stop her from insisting on singing.
"You want bgm, right? I'll do it." Song Ruochen went.
"Then, let's listen to Secretary Song's songs." Jian Feng laughed.
Xu Xiao nodded with satisfaction. So what if she was the president's secretary? In order to maintain the cooperation between the two companies, she still had to go on stage and sing for him. What kind of arrogant secretary was that? In front of him, she was just an employee who worked hard for the company.
The wheat tasted a bit high, so Song Ruochen adjusted it down a bit.
"What chords does Secretary Song want?" asked the guitarist.
"No need." Song Ruochen waved his hand, "I don't sing, I'm a DJ"
Guitarist: “?”
Song Ruochen took out his cell phone, selected a recent pop song, and prepared to play a disc -
"I am Jian Feng, and I am loyal to Yan Ci!"
A human-machine voice played loudly.
Song Ruochen: “…”
Cut, cut, cut.
I got it wrong. This is the Sanpi Sanyin he specially made last time.
[Your mobile data usage this month has exceeded the limit, and you owe 1 yuan. Your service has been suspended. ]
【Only play local songs for you. 】
"Jian Feng loves Yan Ci all his life. Yan Ci belongs to Jian Feng!"
The human-machine is very loud.
Song Ruochen hurriedly played a compact disc.
"Give up your improper thoughts as soon as possible. Jian Feng doesn't love anyone except Yan Ci."
On the sofa, Jian Feng blushed, and Yan Ci also... blushed.
Xu Xiao also lowered her head under the gazes of the crowd.
Everyone present lowered their heads, and Jian Yuheng, who suddenly stood out, also blushed.
"Mr. Jian and Yan Ci, you will be happily married forever." The mobile player freestyled, "Anytime, anywhere, you are a perfect couple."
Song Ruochen rolled his eyes indifferently.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
If I had known earlier, he would have gone up to sing.
Xu Xiao glanced at Jian Feng, then looked at Yan Ci, and suddenly felt that being in love with Jian Feng seemed to be a rather shameful thing.
【It will take 2 hours for the change to be credited to your account.】
Song Ruochen: “?”
Is it so profitable to be a DJ?
I'll be a DJ next time.
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【Updated the value panel. 】
[Pulling the main character's values]
[Main CP emotional value +20, tacit understanding +20, self-isolation +30]
[Important character: Independence +20, Weakness -20, Harshness +30, gets the labels "Furry" and "Sprayer". ]
The next morning, as soon as Song Ruochen got up, he heard the system's broadcast.
"Why has the rate of autism increased again?" Song Ruochen complained.
Never mind, let’s go to work. I still have no apples today… and no work to do.
【Today is maintenance day. 】
[Disable the rollback system for one day.]
[Today I will be tinkering with the rollback system. If you hear any ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, etc., please ignore it~]
"Okay, I have no problem." Song Ruochen said, "I don't rely on the rollback system."
He squeezed into the subway to go to work and headed straight to Jian Feng's office. There were a lot of documents piled on the table, so he occupied Jian Feng's workstation and started processing them.
He sorted the documents by thickness and then by the number of words in the titles. During this time, people kept coming in.
"President?" The head of the media department came over. "I'll hand in a form."
"President?" The head of the marketing department came over. "I'm delivering a document."
"President?" Gong was furious.
Song Ruochen: "Hey!"
"Get lost!" Assistant Gong said, "Your ID card was left on the sofa. The Second Young Master asked me to bring it over."
Assistant Gong: "Has President Jian asked for leave?"
"I'm absent from work." Song Ruochen said, "I didn't see the leave information."
"It's good to be a boss." Assistant Gong muttered as he walked away. "We are employees. We have to do whatever the boss says. He has the final say."
In the office upstairs, Jian Yuheng was wiping the table while staring at it in a daze.
Last night at the bar, two omegas sat next to him, chattering. When Song Ruochen was with Yan Ci, he seemed to smile more and protect Yan Ci, giving him a sense of both reliability and unreliability.
When he's not making trouble, he doesn't seem that annoying.
His brother had a sudden idea this morning and wanted to go to the desert or an island, but his helicopter was painted and his yacht was donated, so he could only stay at home and accompany Yan Ci for the live broadcast.
The boss is not here today, so Song Ruochen has a lot of work to do.
ding dong.
Did it pull back? Still sitting there, I guess it won’t pull back much.
Jian Yuheng wiped the table vigorously again.
ding dong.
Jian Yuheng: “：D”
Wipe, wipe, wipe calmly, wipe with a smile.
ding dong.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding~
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Broken? Noisy?
"Second Master," Assistant Gong asked as he returned to the office, "Stop wiping it. The table is scratched."
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
Yison, give me back my table.
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