Chapter 35 Who wants to have such a dream?
The cool tap water splashed on his face, washing away Jian Yuheng's creamy mask again.
The person in the mirror squinted his eyes.
Does Song Ruochen know that he is an omega? Why is he so careless? He is not very active in his recovery.
The person in the mirror curled his lips.
The little psycho's figure and physique are...quite beautiful.
The person in the mirror raised his eyebrows.
After trying it many times, Song Ruochen even dared to smear cream on his face, not even bothering to fight back.
The person in the mirror——
Jian Yuheng: “?”
What am I doing?
Are you planning to put together a set of emoticons for your chat app?
Jian Yuheng glanced at himself, left the bathroom, and went to the locker room to change clothes as planned.
There was no "in use" sign on the locker room door. He hesitated, reached out to push it, and found it was locked from the inside.
Jian Yuheng raised the corner of his mouth: "Is anyone here?"
"There's a ghost." A voice came from inside the door.
"How long will it take?" Jian Yuheng asked.
"It's going to take a long time," Song Ruochen said, "but you can pay to expedite it."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
There was an empty dressing room at the other end of the banquet hall. He thought about it and felt it would be inconvenient to walk there, so he simply leaned against the wall and waited by the door.
Speaking of which, this secretary looked much shorter than him, but her limbs were well-proportioned, and her legs were white and straight.
The "behind the scenes" were played automatically, looping in Jian Yuheng's mind. The cold glance from the secretary just now passed through his mind several times.
What should I do? I keep seeing peeled grapes.
Jian Yuheng leaned against the door and fell into deep thought, and then the door suddenly opened——
Jian Yuheng felt a sense of emptiness behind him and took several steady steps back.
"Second Young Master." Song Ruochen said, "Be careful."
"It's okay." It's not like I haven't walked backwards before.
Wait.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Is this something to be proud of?
"What is Secretary Song wearing?" Jian Yuheng asked.
The jacket is black and cool, and the sweater is light blue with a ribbon.
The split style suits Song Ruochen's split mental state quite well.
"It's a gift from Madam and Young Master Meng." Song Ruochen said, "I'll play with them. Second Master, go and do your work. I'll go and accompany Madam."
"It was my birthday, and Secretary Song received a lot of gifts?" Jian Yuheng said with a half-smile.
"I have also prepared a gift for the Second Young Master." Song Ruochen said, "I will present it to him later."
Jian Yuheng: “?”
What valuable things do you want to present?
Just give some money, it’s not difficult for a secretary to make money.
Song Ruochen considerately helped his boss close the door of the locker room and went to the banquet hall to play with Dazao and Maoguai.
The villain brother has good popularity, and many people came to the birthday party. Song Ruochen looked for Yan Ci and Meng Yumian in the crowd.
[Secretary Song's reputation dropped by 5 points.]
[Secretary Song's reputation has risen by 17 points.]
[Secretary Song, ruined his reputation but still famous, great.]
The great Secretary Song found the two of them by the sofa. He avoided them and approached them from behind.
"He doesn't eat scallions, he would pick them out secretly." Yan Ci slapped Meng Yumian lightly on the shoulder, "You don't know this, right?"
"Cough cough cough... cough." Meng Yumian punched Yan Ci lightly on the head. "I know something else. He likes ice cream."
"You don't understand at all." Yan Ci pushed Meng Yumian away, "Little Grape's aesthetics are particularly sick. I understand him better than you."
Song Ruochen: “…”
When you guys were attacking each other, why was it me that was the one being criticized, huh?
[Just like that, Secretary Song's reputation has been further damaged.]
"System, have you seen too many bears in the Arctic?" Song Ruochen asked. "Your speech is starting to sound like the voiceover in Animal World."
【Today I found a piece of ice with a nice shape. [Picture]】
"Hey, Little Grape, why are you coming from behind?" Yan Ci looked up.
"The coat I picked is really nice." Maoguai also looked up.
"Madam, Master Meng," Song Ruochen said, "pay attention to your character."
And there is Secretary Song’s qualities.
"Let's go," Song Ruochen said, "let's go eat some more cake."
At the table where the birthday cake was placed, several elders from the Jian family were chatting——
"Has Yuheng not found a suitable omega yet?" asked Grandma Chen Wu.
"No, he said he didn't like her." Mom said, "There's nothing you can do about it."
"Why should we be so anxious?" said the uncle. "With Jian Yuheng's conditions, there is no omega he can't marry. As long as he wants, he can choose any omega he wants."
"Mr. Jian, don't talk while eating." Song Ruochen reminded him when BOO passed by chattering.
Uncle: “…”
"How did Mianmian and Xiaoci get together?" Grandpa was surprised. "Were they so active before?"
"They used to be quite dignified... By the way, Song Ruochen, Secretary Song, is also an omega." Chen Wu said, "Does Jian Yuheng know what their AO matching degree is?"
"I haven't heard Jian Yuheng say that." Mom shook her head.
"Song Ruochen? No way." The eldest uncle objected, "How can the second young master of the Jian family marry a secretary who does odd jobs?"
"Mr. Jian, what a waste! There are still two forks left on the plate." The chattering OOB passed by again, carrying Song Ruochen's voice.
The uncle let out a roar.
"Those who bite others will always be bitten by others." said Song Ruochen, who was holding a piece of cranberry biscuit in his mouth.
Dazao and Maoguai seemed to be thinking about something.
-
Jian Yuheng changed into some clean clothes, and when he came out he just happened to see his brother, who was dressed in a unique way, standing on the stake with a glass of juice in his hand.
"Don't you want to sit with your sister-in-law for a while?" Jian Yuheng asked.
Jian Feng raised his hand and pointed, and the three OBO members were changing their formations and wandering around the field.
Yan Ci put his hand on Meng Yumian's shoulder and stood crookedly. He didn't know what the three people said, but suddenly he started laughing.
Perhaps noticing their gaze, Yan Ci raised his eyes and smiled at Jian Feng.
Jian Feng: "Ha, ha, ha, ha."
Jian Yuheng grabbed Jian Feng's hand and waved in the direction of his sister-in-law.
When he just returned to China, he met Yan Ci a few times in a hurry. She was a timid little beauty, very well-behaved and clingy, who loved to laugh but also loved to show aggrieved expressions. She had no temper and people would forget about her after meeting her.
He didn't know when it started, but his sister-in-law became much more lively, and seemed to have acquired some of Song Ruochen's madness.
"Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen stopped beside the uncle again, "Pay attention to your appearance. There is dust on the soles of your shoes."
Uncle: “…”
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Being reminded repeatedly, the uncle was going crazy: "Song..."
"Mr. Jian, please pay attention to your facial expression," Song Ruochen said, "Elders should be kind."
Jian Shi said angrily: "Secretary Song, don't go too far..."
"Song Ruochen." Jian Yuheng shouted, "Come with me."
"I'll be right back." Song Ruochen said to his two friends.
"Don't worry." Yan Ci said, "Secretary Song is busy with his own affairs."
Meng Yumian: "Secretary Song, don't worry about us."
BO turned around and went off mumbling to himself again.
"You're crowding me again..." Song Ruochen looked back every few steps, not looking at the road, and bumped into Jian Yuheng, "Ah..."
Aren't you going to let him pass?
Why are they driving towards each other?
"Come with me." Jian Yuheng led him to the corner of the wall. "Secretary Song, where is my birthday present?"
Didn’t you say to present it?
"Oh, I almost forgot." Song Ruochen found his backpack, flipped through it, and found a piece of broken wood. "Here, a wood carving."
Jian Yuheng was silent.
"I hope you like it." Song Ruochen said, "I carved it more than ten times before I succeeded."
“I can’t see the success,” Jian Yuheng said, “but I can see there is no cost.”
very good.
The twists and turns in last night's growth were all caused by this piece of broken wood.
Whose woodcarving has these few scratches on the surface?
but--
Song Ruochen tried it more than ten times? Song Ruochen had tried his best.
"That's enough." Jian Yuheng grabbed the wood nonchalantly and waved his hand, "Go play."
"Second Young Master, you are joking." Song Ruochen said, "I am not joking. I am earning the salary of a secretary."
Jian Yuheng: “-.-”
I have never seen such a piss-off secretary.
Song Ruochen sent the burden away and went to look for Dazao and Maoguai with the bag now unloaded.
Jian Yuheng stood where he was, holding up the wooden sculpture and examining it over and over again.
Yes, yes, yes, it’s not carved, but there are words engraved on it. It says “Happy Birthday” and a small word “Song”.
That’s it, there’s not even his name carved on it, you don’t really think he will love it so much, do you?
Jian Yuheng shook his head and prepared to put the wood carving in the center of his pile of gifts.
He just put down -
ding dong.
The wood carving returned to his hands, back to the moment he had carefully examined.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Forced to love it?
He turned his head to look in the direction where Song Ruochen left, and continued to put the wood carvings on the table while staring at him.
Song Ruochen, who was carrying a tray of drinks, dodged a running alpha child and accidentally bumped into the customer next to him.
ding dong.
Jian Yuheng held the wood carving in his hands and examined it with a smile.
The behind-the-scenes footage ends and the main film begins. The alpha child drops his favorite toy and runs to pick it up. Song Ruochen, who is holding a tray, calmly moves aside to avoid the child who rushes towards him, and then moves aside again to avoid a guest who is chatting without looking where he is going.
Song Ruochen: “:)”
Yan Ci and Meng Yumian both began to applaud.
Jian Yuheng held the wood carving in his hands, reviewing the behind-the-scenes moments that only he had seen, and he really wanted to laugh.
Then he met Yan Ci's gaze.
Jian Yuheng (60% of the stolen feelings): ":]"
-
The birthday party lasted until nine o'clock in the evening, and according to the routine, it was almost time to end.
Jian Yuheng went on stage to deliver his speech and express his gratitude to the guests, while Assistant Gong stood by and distributed thank-you gifts to the guests.
Song Ruochen saw from a distance that there was a familiar college student standing in the crowd.
Gong Zuo also saw him and strolled over to talk to him.
"Why are you here too?" Song Ruochen asked.
"I came here with my brother to eat for free." Gong Zuo was very happy, "The food here is really delicious."
"Your brother is..." Song Ruochen was shocked, "Gong Huo?"
The names of the whole family are very unique.
"Secretary Song." A few minutes later, Jian Feng came over and said, "I'm ready to go back. You can drive me there later..."
Song Ruochen raised the wine in his hand: "Gulp."
Song Ruochen: "What did you just say?"
"...I'll drive you back." Jian Feng said.
"Very good." Song Ruochen said.
He picked up his bag and got into Jian Feng's car with Yan Ci.
"Secretary Song." Jian Feng drove the car onto the highway and praised, "Today's birthday planning is very well done."
"Thank you, Mr. Jian, for the compliment." Song Ruochen said politely.
"Next week is Uncle Jian Shi's birthday, and I'll leave it to you to plan it," Jian Feng said, "Fifty thousand per show."
"Okay, Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen said, "I will give uncle an unforgettable birthday."
Not long after, the car stopped downstairs of Song Ruochen's house.
"Don't be late for work tomorrow morning." Song Ruochen said and got off the car.
Yan Ci: “0.0*”
Jian Feng: “…”
-
Song Ruochen woke up again at ten o'clock in the morning. He simply reported as a field worker in the company system and continued to sleep.
At eleven o'clock, Song Ruochen got up on time, changed into a cool furry style outfit, and prepared to accompany Master Meng Xiaoshao to attend a class reunion.
[Because of his weak health, Meng Yumian was often laughed at and bullied by his classmates when he was young, and his classmates often said unpleasant things to him.]
[Because the protagonist doesn't say unpleasant things, Meng Yumian becomes a very good friend with him.]
Song Ruochen: “…”
The main character can't tell whether something sounds good or bad, because he has no mouth.
Jian Feng picked up a friend for nothing.
【When attending a class reunion, please be careful of the bad words these classmates may say. 】
[Hearing that Meng Yumian was coming, these people prepared for a lot of trouble. 】
Song Ruochen seemed to be thinking about something.
"I'll take care of it." Song Ruochen said.
Speak evil words to each other? Can the current hairy monster spray be more evil?
Don't you even look at who is the king of malicious words?
Half an hour later, Song Ruochen took a taxi to the downstairs of Meng Yumian's residence. Meng Yumian had just packed up and was waiting for him.
"Little Grape." Meng Yumian said, "I bought you an ear-shaped grape-flavored gummy candy."
Song Ruochen: “：D”
"Let's go, Master Meng," Song Ruochen said, "Let's not be late."
Song Ruochen gave the driver an address and the car sped away.
"Da Zao asked us to play a game." Meng Yumian said, "Want to play a game?"
"Come on, get on board." Song Ruochen said.
Half an hour later.
Song Ruochen: "The address of the 0.o party is the Pumpkin Hotel?"
"Hmm..." Meng Yumian looked out the car window, "This is the Winter Melon Hotel."
Meng Yumian: "Oh no, it's probably too late to drive over now."
"It's a mistake, but it's not a big deal." Song Ruochen said, "Let's start over."
-
Xiaoshi Group, Office.
The alarm clock on the table rang, and Jian Yuheng, who was taking a lunch break, opened his eyes.
Secretary Song went to work in real time, but he was working in his dream.
In the dream, he punished Song Ruochen by making him copy books, stand, and gave him a lot of work to do, which Song Ruochen completed obediently.
At the end of the dream, it seemed like it was Song Ruochen whom I had seen in the locker room last night? She was quite pretty. The secretary was holding a few thin clothes that barely covered her thighs, and looked at him with a red face.
It was indeed a dream. A thick-skinned and rascal like Song Ruochen should not blush.
Who would want to have such a dream?
The nap time was too short, it was time to get back to work, Jian Yuheng stood up regretfully.
ding dong.
Jian Yuheng lay back on the bed.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
He glanced at the time on his phone screen. At this moment, his nap should have just begun.
I can still sleep, but... can I still dream?
Jian Yuheng: “*:D”
Jian Yuheng: “Zzzzz.”