Chapter 31 Smart Omega
Jian Yuheng concentrated his energy, took a deep breath, and held his breath. The song reached the high notes again -
ding dong.
Song Ruochen, who failed in pouring milk for his grandma and ended up splashing the milk, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mrs. Chen." Song Ruochen handed over the milk politely.
"Yeah." Chen Wu nodded with satisfaction.
Jian Yuheng started singing this song again. This time he was fully prepared. He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and came to the high notes.
ding dong.
Song Ruochen, who stepped on Jian Feng's left and right feet, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss Jian," Song Ruochen said, "be careful."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
This crazy grape always creates new trouble.
This time, Jian Yuheng, who had been holding his breath for several seconds, roared out a pure high note with a hint of anger.
It feels so good. It feels so good to be able to finish singing it in one breath.
"It sounds good!" Yan Ci applauded.
"It sounds nice." Song Ruochen applauded.
It feels like it's all emotion, no skills. Is this the level of the top ten singers?
After three rehearsals, Jian Yuheng achieved a perfect singing voice. He proudly put down the microphone and left the stage.
【~~~~~】
Song Ruochen: “?”
"Xiao Tongzi, what's wrong with you?" Song Ruochen asked.
[I was shocked by the high pitch~~~]
【The lingering sound lingered around the beams for three days.】
"He can sing quite well." Song Ruochen said, "I want to go back and listen to it again."
[I just scanned a polar bear in Antarctica. So cute.]
【Showing the polar bear to Little Grape [Picture]】
Song Ruochen: “Wow!”
[Okay, to thank me, go order a song by my favorite boy band Alpha.]
Song Ruochen: "Repay? I want to beat you up."
Having said that, he still went to the song machine and found the playlist of a certain alpha boy band.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
What? He doesn't sing well, and he wants to listen to someone else's.
Since it was all clicked for the system to listen to, Song Ruochen turned on the original version of the song and hummed along quietly.
Jian Yuheng raised his eyes and scanned the screen. The five alphas were dancing wildly and their singing was not very pleasant.
Like this?
"It sounds good." Yan Ci applauded, "Little Grape is a good singer."
After the song ended, Song Ruochen was tired. He returned the microphone to Jian Yuheng and sat back in his seat.
"Look." Yan Ci opened his palm, "Chocolate candy with liquor filling."
Song Ruochen: “：D”
"Wine?" Jian Yuheng started.
"It's just a little bit of wine, the alcohol content is very low." Yan Ci said, "You won't get drunk."
Yan Ci Chong and Jian Yu Heng blinked their right eyes and smiled understandingly.
"I'm just afraid...I'm afraid that the alcohol will affect Secretary Song's work." Jian Yuheng said.
"...No." Yan Ci said in a low voice, "Secretary Song will not be affected."
Under Jian Yuheng's worried gaze, Song Ruochen showed off two chocolates with liqueur fillings.
"Secretary Song, the night view from this building is beautiful. Would you like to accompany me to take a look?" Yan Ci asked.
"Let's go." Song Ruochen was also tired of sitting, so he went out for a walk with Yan Ci.
Inside the KTV box, the Jian family chatted about the company's recent operations.
"…We are developing new cooperative projects, and we have also started trying out the short play proposed by Secretary Song." Jian Yuheng said, "The newly established project department is looking for scripts and actors."
Jian Feng, who was sitting next to him, suddenly frowned as he listened.
"What's wrong?" Jian Yuheng asked.
Jian Feng looked at his uncle and said, "Uncle, if you have any opinions about Yan Ci, you can come to me."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
No way, brother, you are so late.
Jian Feng: "No need to say more, time will prove that Yan Ci and I are true love."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
No wonder Song Putao is crazy. Anyone would be crazy if they were confronted with such a person.
"I really didn't mean that." The eldest uncle of the two said, "It's just that the elders want to teach the younger ones some etiquette, all for the sake of giving our Jian family more face."
"There's no need for that." Jian Yuheng said, "The Jian family is losing face."
-
At 10pm, Jian Yuheng, who had just finished taking a shower, lay comfortably on the bed and turned on his phone.
[Title: Is it performance art? I saw a birthday banquet at a performance art exhibition.]
Comments section——
[Hahahaha good, great art.]
[I declare this to be the strongest performance art of the show.]
[Grandpa Jian lived to be 70 safely, but encountered a major setback in his life.]
[Our Yan Ci actually knows that hairy monster.]
As expected, everyone became a little ugly, and Jian Yuheng smiled with relief.
“Ah~”
The phone rang.
The workplace beggar is here to pick up rubbish again.
[Corporate Animals]: Meet the Father.
[Leader]: Yes, go ahead.
[Office Animal]: I haven’t been to work for a few days and the work has piled up. What should I do?
[Leader]: Complete it in order.
[Corporate Animal]: Is there a template for banquet planning?
[Leader]: We must learn to be self-reliant.
[社牲]: You are right. Our president's brother's birthday is coming up soon, and he asked me to plan a birthday party. It's time for me to accomplish something independently.
[Leader]: [Complete birthday party planning: from inviting guests to seeing them off], you can be independent at any time, there is no need to rush.
[Social Animal]: Wow, today’s update is so detailed, thank you, leader!
[Leader]: You’re welcome.
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
I don’t want it to become performance art.
Giving roses to others will leave the fragrance on your hands; helping Secretary Song means leaving yourself a space to survive.
[Corporate Animal]: Father, is there any medicine I can take for dizziness?
Jian Yuheng: “?” Dizzy?
Is this the story behind those two chocolates with liquor filling?
[Leader]: Just have a good night’s sleep.
[社牲]: The leader's words are quite petty.
There was no news from the office worker, probably he was asleep. Jian Yuheng pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly.
I am a wine lover, and I also love to drink food.
It was almost time to sleep, and he thought back to the scene of him hugging Song Ruochen that day. He had acted bravely to help others, so did Song Ruochen have a better impression of him?
Forget it, no matter whether he is good or not, is it that important?
-
The next morning, the hardworking Jian Yuheng went to the company.
Assistant Gong bought two cups of coffee, one for him and one for Jian Yuheng.
"Secretary Song is not here. You two have worked hard." The board member said, "I see Secretary Song has taken his leave today. You two can relax for a while."
Jian Feng: “Not bad.”
Jian Feng: “.”
The good news is that the workload has not increased in the past two days.
Bad news, the workload has not increased in the past two days.
Jian Yuheng looked away.
The jobs are still the same jobs, they just haven't been resold or changed hands.
The office door was pushed open, and Song Ruochen, wearing his work badge, walked in: "Young Master, Second Young Master, good morning, why are you all standing here? It's time to get to work."
"Okay." Jian Feng said.
Jian Yuheng gritted his teeth and left.
Song Ruochen picked up some work and went back to his workstation to help Jian Feng design an itinerary. In the following period of time, Jian Feng had to have dinner with the boss of Hao Chi, discuss with the director of "Bao Le", drink tea with his grandfather, and go to watch the game commented by Yan Ci.
The secretary's responsibility is to arrange the president's schedule reasonably and compactly in the shortest possible time.
"Ding-ling-ling~" The internal phone on the table rang, and Song Ruochen picked it up.
"Secretary Song." Jian Yuheng's voice came from the phone, "Come over and help me."
Song Ruochen: "Second Young Master, please tell me what you are doing first."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then the person said, "The company has issued new regulations this week. Come and copy them. Don't be idle."
"The second young master has fallen on hard times. Can't the office afford a copy machine?" Song Ruochen asked.
ding dong.
"I'll be right there." Song Ruochen said seriously.
He had just returned to work, and the villain punished him by making him copy books. Song Ruochen sat in Jian Yuheng's seat, threw two small cookies into his mouth, and slowly copied the company's new regulations by hand.
Jian Yuheng picked up the president's schedule that he had thrown aside.
Invite the boss of Hao Chi, the director of Bao Le, and the grandfather to the scene of the game where Yan Ci was commentating, give the boss of Hao Chi a bowl of rice, give the grandfather a cup of tea, and negotiate with the director of Bao Le at the same time.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Nervous, this is not a plan, it's an assassination list.
Everyone on this piece of paper will be ruined.
He took a pen from the pen holder and rewrote a more reasonable itinerary for his brother.
Just a simple itinerary planning. :)
Jian Yuheng closed his pen and couldn't laugh anymore.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Yeah, yeah, I became a secretary.
"Accompany me to interview a new batch of anchors." Jian Yuheng said, "Copy the new rules during the interview."
Song Ruochen: “…”
"I want to check it out after the test is over," said Jian Yuheng.
Just a small pullback, handle it.
Just give this lively guy some things he doesn't want to do and keep a close eye on him, and he will pass the interview in one go. :D
-
Ten minutes later, Song Ruochen sat in the interviewer's seat, the pen in his hand still writing non-stop.
Jian Yuheng took a glance——
【New Company Regulations】
1. Respect the secretary, care for the secretary, and do not punish the secretary.
2. Half-price meals, extra lunch break, and double wages.
Jian Yuheng raised a finger and poked Song Ruochen's head: "I asked you to copy a book, but you are writing an essay here?"
ding dong.
Song Ruochen rolled his eyes and rewrote it.
This time he sat upright, accepted the punishment obediently, and pursed his lips tightly, which made Jian Yuheng feel that he was bullying him.
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
A new batch of big anchors who wanted to participate in the Xiaoshi support plan entered the interview room.
Jian Yuheng turned the hourglass over, tapped the mechanical clock, pressed a digital watch, and finally glanced at the position of the sun outside the house.
"Nerve." He heard the secretary whisper.
Jian Yuheng: “Dish”
Are you scolding me?
Song Ruochen copied two lines, rubbed his sore wrist, looked up and saw a familiar face——
Game anchor Qing Ping (haggard version).
This sadistic long-legged creature ran in front of him.
In the book, Yan Ci was bullied by Qing Ping, but no one in the Jian family knew about it. Later, Yan Ci found out that Qing Ping had passed the re-examination of Jian Feng's company, and he felt very upset.
There was silence in the interview room. Assistant Gong was about to speak when Song Ruochen spoke first.
The secretary with delicate features raised her chin coldly towards the person in the middle of the room and said, "You go first."
"Second Young Master, this..." Assistant Gong asked.
Is this against the rules?
Jian Yuheng glanced at the ordinary-looking alpha in the middle of the room, and frowned a little, saying in a cold and hard voice: "Okay."
The anchor Qing Ping showed surprise, with joy flashing in his eyes. This omega secretary pointed at him first. Does it mean that he has hope?
However, the name Song Ruochen sounded so familiar, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere.
"Qing Ping." Song Ruochen's clear voice rang out, "Please stand up."
Qing Ping, who was about to sit down, was stunned.
The corners of Jian Yuheng's mouth curved slightly.
"Tell me about your own shortcomings." Song Ruochen said.
Qing Ping: “?”
I asked about the shortcomings right away.
"I..." Qing Ping said after careful consideration, "I get easily emotional."
"Is that all?" Song Ruochen asked, "Then you don't have the sincerity to answer the question."
"I am ambitious, have a bad temper, and am sometimes a little lazy," Qing Ping said.
"You don't know yourself well enough." Song Ruochen said, "You are not suitable for Xiao Shi."
"I am...stubborn, irritable, and jealous." Qing Ping said, "I can't stand others being better than me."
"That's about right." Song Ruochen said.
Qing Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, Song Ruochen said: "Because you have too many shortcomings, Xiaoshi cannot hire you."
Qing Ping: “…”
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
"Secretary Song." Qing Ping suppressed her anger, "I think interviews at big companies shouldn't be treated as a joke."
"You have a record of insulting Yan Ci 25 times, either personally or by inciting your fans to do so," Song Ruochen said. "You insulted the president's wife, and you still want to cooperate with the group. What do you mean by that?"
Song Ruochen: "I eat with my bowl, but I put down the bowl to scold my mother?"
Qing Ping: “…”
Didn't Xiaoshi's president not care about Yan Ci? How could it be...
Moreover, why does Secretary Song’s scolding sound so familiar?
"Hey, uncooperative anchor." Assistant Gong said, "Then let's move on to the next one."
Song Ruochen hit a hard spot and saved himself a lot of trouble. He continued to copy the company's new regulations in a happy mood.
The air conditioning in the interview room seemed to be turned up a little too high. He had already taken off his coat, but he was still feeling a little dizzy from the heat.
After waiting for a long time, the interview was finally over. The host and the interviewer left one after another, and he was about to leave too. When he stood up, he swayed a bit and sat back in his chair.
"Secretary Song, are you reluctant to leave?" asked Jian Yuheng, who had already walked to the door.
Song Ruochen sat on the chair and stared at the door in a daze.
"System, I feel uncomfortable." Song Ruochen said, "Rewind."
[Alert! The host's body values are abnormal, and the recovery system is stuck. ]
[Submitting request...]
"Song Ruochen?" Jian Yuheng frowned and suddenly smelled the sweet scent of grapes in the air.
He reacted quickly and closed the door.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
No, he should be outside the door, not inside.
"Is this what it is? The estrus period of Omega?" Song Ruochen asked the system.
[Yes, smart.]
The omega who was so cold and indifferent just now lay listlessly on the table, with even the hair on his head hanging down.
With a glance, Jian Yuheng felt that he was also going to turn red.
"Secretary Song," Jian Yuheng asked, "Have you brought the inhibitor?"
"I have." Song Ruochen said.
From the first day he came into this world and knew he was an omega, he decided not to be the stupid omega in the novel.
So, Song Ruochen lifted the hem of his sweater, revealing his fair and narrow waist, and a dozen inhibitors hanging on his trousers.
Song Ruochen touched his beloved waist pendants and said, "That's enough."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Jian Yuheng: “…………”
Jian Yuheng couldn't hold it back anymore, and neither could the pheromones.
Song Ruochen's eyes were confused for a moment——
Song Ruochen: “：D”
Song Ruochen suddenly raised his head, tugged at Jian Yuheng's tie, and pulled the alpha forward.
Song Ruochen: “：D”
Grape-flavored pheromones surrounded Jian Yuheng.
"Give me some hawthorn." Song Ruochen raised his head and suddenly moved closer. His lips seemed to brush against the alpha's neck unintentionally. "Painless suppression."
To avoid getting an injection, try smelling some hawthorn.
【Little Grape, you are a hooligan! 】
The grape flavor is sweet, and the omega that comes closer is more charming than usual.
Jian Yuheng's eyes moved slightly, and he placed his palm on the side of Song Ruochen's neck, with his fingertips pressing on the back of the omega's neck, and said viciously: "Song Ruochen, I'm warning you..."
The back of his neck was sore from being pressed, and Song Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly. The sweet and sour smell relieved the heat in his body a little.
[Hawthorn smell is good. The host's physical condition has been detected to be relieved. It is suitable for rollback. Please execute. ]
ding dong.
The interview is over.
Song Ruochen grabbed his coat and rushed out of the interview room.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
"Second Young Master?" Assistant Gong asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
The second young master was stunned: "Warning, warning, warning."