Chapter 49 Scratch it open
A flustered Song Ruochen frantically held the belt around Jian Yuheng's waist and studied how to fasten the belt buckle in a messy manner.
"You heard me, I was talking about the tie." Song Ruochen tried to distance himself from the matter. "Secretary Song's character is clear to see. Don't let your imagination run wild."
Jian Yuheng: “.”
Even if I were to put a turtle here, I'd still be more honest than you, Secretary Song.
Jian Yuheng: "You can't just..."
"Shut up." Song Ruochen's ears turned red. "It will be over soon."
He simply leaned over to study the complex structure of the belt buckle: "How much is this?"
Jian Yuheng: “8,000.”
Very expensive, worth the 8-second rollback coin.
"8 seconds of true manliness." Song Ruochen said.
Jian Yuheng: “Dish”
Secretary Song pressed his white fingertips on the black leather belt, grabbed the belt buckle, and began to adjust the length, exerting force suddenly.
Jian Yuheng bared his teeth and said, "Song Ruochen...are you trying to squeeze my soul out?"
"Relax a little, Secretary Song." Jian Yuheng commanded, "Are you trying to murder me?"
I really can't do any work.
Jian Feng opened the door holding a few report documents: "Xiao Yu, I think something is wrong. Do you have time to take a look?"
Jian Feng: “?”
Jian Feng: “……?”
"Okay, okay, I get it." Song Ruochen considerately fastened the belt buckle for the man and sat up straight.
"What's wrong? Let me take a look." Jian Yuheng glared at the secretary and reached out to his brother.
Jian Feng was stunned for several seconds, then he grabbed a ball of air and placed it in Jian Yuheng's hand.
"Brother Zha is narrow-minded." Song Ruochen said to the system, "I gave him everything back."
[The effect of the sand coin can now be directly revoked. You have to take action for something that can only be done with words (.)]
Song Ruochen: “…”
Oops, forgot.
Song Ruochen buried his head, overwhelmed by the strong feeling of stealing.
Why didn't the evil young master remind him?
The young master was busy. He was holding several reports handed over by Jian Feng, and his expression was a little serious.
"What was leaked this time was Xiaoshi's quarterly activity plan. These three employees are not able to access this level of information." Jian Yuheng said, "This shows..."
Song Ruochen: "0.o has a traitor?"
"Well, Secretary Song is very smart." Jian Yuheng said, "These three people need to be fired, and the management needs to continue investigating."
Song Ruochen: “:)”
Praise my intelligence.
【……】
"Yes." Jian Feng walked away hurriedly with the report in his hand.
"Mr. Jian, I'll go with you to check it out." Song Ruochen had nothing to say and simply gave up and ran away.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
[Ah~~~Ah~Ah!]
The phone rang, and he clicked on it.
[Social Animal]: Helping the leader to tidy up his clothes is also part of the secretary's job.
[Corporate Animals]: Don’t be shy.
[Leader]: Do you wear clothes around your waist?
[Corporate Animal]: …
[Leader]: Secretary Song did not organize it well. You should practice it more when you have the chance.
[Office Animal]: I'm very busy, young master, please don't take up Secretary Song's working time.
Such hooligans should be tied up and not released until they fully realize that they are wrong.
Jian Yuheng laughed angrily, then laughed, and then became annoyed.
"Forehead..." Jian Yuheng held his forehead with his hand.
The brain was not listening, and it kept replaying the scene of the secretary buckling the belt. The pure black leather belt formed a sharp contrast with the omega's white fingertips, and God knows how strong the impact was on the alpha.
Especially when Song Ruochen lowered his head, the snow-white and fragile neck was right in front of him, with light blue bruises on the back of the neck left by the injection of inhibitor that day, as if he could leave his breath on the other person for a short time with just a light bite.
This way he can have a beautiful bunch of grapes.
Jian Yuheng: “*%@￥#Q”
The bad qualities of an alpha's nature, such as temper, irritability, arrogance, and pride, flashed through his mind.
Jian Yuheng: “:(”
Why do I feel like the susceptible period is coming?
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[The villain's ** value increased to 400%. ]
[The villain's resentment value has been reduced to 40%]
"What are stars?" Song Ruochen asked.
【star.】
Song Ruochen: "0.o? I'll ask about those two stars."
[I don't know, my boss is out on a date, I'll try to scrape it open with a knife.]
[(Sharpening sound) [Fingernails scraping against blackboard)]
Song Ruochen: “0.o~~~~”
"By the way, Secretary Tong," Song Ruochen asked, "is there any information about the leak of the secrets of the Xiaoshi Group in the original book?"
[To be honest, I just did a search and found that this passage is not mentioned at all in the book.]
Song Ruochen also had no impression of it.
[There are only two possibilities: either it is insignificant to the original book's plot, or the book's plot has changed because of your arrival.]
[It’s hard to judge now, let’s take it one step at a time~]
Song Ruochen took a step forward, looked around, and picked up a bottle of mineral water.
Song Ruochen: "Come on, let's change the time."
【……】
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Song Ruochen followed Jian Feng to the human resources department to understand the situation, and by the way, he took a look at the several co-anchors who had been recruited before.
"Secretary Song!" The food anchor greeted him from afar, "I successfully entered Xiaoshi!"
"During the anchor training program, can we come to Xiao Shi often?" said the talent anchor.
"Of course you can." Song Ruochen nodded, "Since you have entered Xiaoshi based on your own abilities, you will be a part of Xiaoshi in the future."
"Come on, Secretary Song, it's time for dinner, let's go to the cafeteria." said the beauty anchor.
A large group of newcomers pushed Song Ruochen out of the office.
Song Ruochen: "0.o?"
He had only met these people during the interview and later lent them his meal card in the cafeteria. Why were these people so enthusiastic when they saw him?
Jian Yuheng spent half the morning contacting the team to supplement the plan and deal with the aftermath of the leaked activity plan. During lunch break, when he was finishing his work, he saw a large group of people noisily surrounding Song Ruochen while waiting for the elevator.
"What kind of entertainment activities does Secretary Song like on weekends?"
"What games does Secretary Song like to play?"
There was a cacophony of voices.
Jian Yuheng: “:(”
Noisy.
A group of anchors crowded to the rice window, and Song Ruochen went to the porridge window, followed by an A.
"Why do you want to drink porridge in the middle of the day?" Jian Yuheng asked.
"I had breakfast too late." Song Ruochen said, "I'm not very hungry."
"You came to the company at 9:30, had breakfast at 10 o'clock, and went to the cafeteria at 11 o'clock. Fortunately, you are not hungry, otherwise I would think you are a glutton in disguise." Jian Yuheng said.
Song Ruochen: “^ v ^”
"Brother Zha, do you also drink porridge?" Song Ruochen asked.
"Brother Zha... I'm not too hungry either." Jian Yuheng said, "Work enriches me and provides me with spiritual food."
Song Ruochen: "I know how to eat and eat more."
They each held a bowl of porridge and sat by the window.
Song Ruochen held his cell phone and kept sending messages.
"Who are you chatting with?" Jian Yuheng asked indifferently.
"Hey." Song Ruochen said, "I'm plotting something."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
What a bright conspiracy.
After his brain racked for a while, he remembered what he had seen in the morning.
"That anchor?" Jian Yuheng asked, "Why are you targeting him? Because he... bullied my sister-in-law?"
"Yes, he is very bad." Song Ruochen said.
However, Song Ruochen no longer had the mentality of messing with Zou Renhang. He clicked on the private message from Xia Xiaocheng's live broadcast account.
This reserve commentator was diligently doing a live broadcast at noon.
"Xiao Zou is talking about ghosts again?" Xia Xiaocheng chatted with the bullet screen, "Ah... then I haven't encountered it again."
"Do you want to make trouble for him too?" Jian Yuheng asked.
Song Ruochen shook his head: "There are no more sand coins."
[Of course, the last one was used to help the Second Young Master undress.]
"?" Song Ruochen couldn't listen any longer, "Have you ever been to school? Illiterate."
【(Sound of sharpening a knife)(Sound of nails scraping a blackboard)】
Song Ruochen said this out loud, and Jian Yuheng heard it.
So Jian Yuheng turned on his phone and showed Song Ruochen his certificates: "I am not illiterate, I graduated from a prestigious university, this is my diploma, and I also studied a second major, which also has a certificate. My ABO pre-marriage exam score is rounded to a perfect score, and I also have a skiing license, a diving license, and a parachuting license. If I have the chance, I would also like to get a chef's license."
"A chef's certificate is good," Song Ruochen said. "I think it's very valuable."
Jian Yuheng: “：D”
Then he saw Song Ruochen banging away hundreds of thousands of gifts in Xia Xiaocheng's live broadcast room.
[Song Ruochen]: Handsome guy, can you add a v?
[Xia Xiaocheng]: Ok dad, my WeChat ID is v****.
【Ding Dong.】
Hundreds of thousands returned to Song Ruochen's account.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
"He's not a fool." Jian Yuheng said, "He won't add you."
"No problem, I'll just say a few words." Song Ruochen entered his account number, chose to add a friend, and sent a note to the person -
[Come on, Brother Xia, hold on for a few more years, and when Brother Zou retires, you can become a commentator!]
"Time to call it a day." Song Ruochen started drinking porridge.
It was a little hot, Song Ruochen took a bite and kept coughing.
"Have your mouth and brain degenerated together?" Jian Yuheng sat over, raised his hand and patted him on the back, then picked up the orange juice he had bought on the table and gave him a sip.
"Gulp gulp." Song Ruochen stopped coughing.
Jian Yuheng took a tissue and wiped the water marks from the corners of his lips.
"Brother Zha, what does your father smell like?" Song Ruochen asked.
"Chen Pi." said Jian Yuheng.
Song Ruochen was stunned: "Then your family is easy to digest..."
"Really?" Jian Yuheng suddenly raised his hand and gently covered his mouth. "What does it feel like?"
There was a faint smell of pheromones on Jian Yuheng's fingertips, sweet and sour. Song Ruochen felt that it was like a hawthorn ball coated with icing sugar.
Song Ruochen's cheeks flushed slightly, and his eyes were dazed for a moment: "I suddenly want to eat a cow."
Song Ruochen: “:0”
Song Ruochen: "Very practical pheromones."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
In theory, pheromones have no other functions except attraction, suppression and soothing.
But Song Ruochen thought that it was fine as long as Grape was happy.
As Song Ruochen spoke, his fingertips lightly touched the omega's lips, which were warm and soft.
-
Song Ruochen took a nap, made a cup of milk tea for Assistant Gong, and then went to the office to help Jian Feng turn on the air conditioner for a while.
As the workday approached, he sent a monthly report to the board of directors and packed up to go home.
"Mr. Jian." He knocked on the door and pushed it open. "I'm getting ready to get off work."
Song Ruochen: "Huh?"
Yan Ci and Jian Feng stood in the middle of the office.
Yan Ci: “0.0…”
"What's wrong, Madam?" Song Ruochen asked.
"Did you see this?" Yan Ci pointed to the photo on his phone and asked Jian Feng, "You didn't say anything, but you're concerned. You're not happy, right? Things are not what you thought..."
Jian Feng: "Yan Ci, I don't mind..."
"You don't mind, do you not love me?" Yan Ci said, "As soon as the rumor came out, you said you wouldn't go home for dinner."
Jian Feng: "I didn't... Yan Ci, you are not afraid of your own shadow."
"Chenchen." Yan Ci rushed over and hugged Song Ruochen.
Song Ruochen (hp-50): “…”
You're following the plot, right? The photo that caused the "quarrel" between the two.
"Brother, brother." The door was pushed open and Jian Yuheng appeared at the door. "I'm here to visit you again. I'm honored to be your brother."
Jian Yuheng: "Hey, are they all here?"
"Boss Jian," Song Ruochen said, "Does it mean that if you don't speak, you're just going to eat rice?"
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Jian Feng: “…”
"Do you really think that you and your wife are flawless because you refuse to speak? The Internet environment is much more complicated than this." Song Ruochen said, "If I were your grandmother, I would slap you twice in my dreams to teach you to speak."
Jian Yuheng: “…~…~” The most polite tone, the harshest words.
Song Ruochen felt that not everyone could be like Jian Feng, trusting himself, trusting Yan Ci, and trusting his secretary who was always in a mess.
Because of his different growing environment, Yan Ci is sensitive, fragile and uneasy.
"And you, Yan Dazao." Song Ruochen poked Yan Ci, "Listen patiently and let him finish."
Song Ruochen: "Mr. Jian, please continue."
"Xiaoci, I do mind it a little..." Jian Feng said, "When you came in, I just saw the photo of you and that commentator."
Yan Ci: “0.0.”
"But I still believe you. This is what I mean. Please let me finish." Jian Feng said, "Also, the commentator who posted the photos and ambiguous words was called Zou Renhang? He was said to have mental problems today? Netizens said that his words are not credible."
Song Ruochen opened his mouth and prepared to speak.
"Just now, it seems that his peers exposed a lot of negative information about him." Jian Feng said, "It is said that it was backstabbed by a good friend?"
Song Ruochen: “:)”
They are all vying for the commentator position. Instead of defeating Yan Ci, it would be better to target Zou Renhang who is said to have mental problems.
He felt that Xia Xiaocheng understood this principle to some extent.
Let Zou Renhang experience the feeling of being backstabbed by a friend.
"Boss Jian, I'm off work." Song Ruochen said, "Please get along well with your wife."
【Little Grape, the god who takes care of household chores.】
【Little Grape, the god who cooks bad eggs. 】
Song Ruochen wandered into his secretary's office, intending to sit for a while before leaving.
[I am so tired, I can't even scrape. 】
"It's not healed yet?" Song Ruochen said, "You've been shaving for a whole day."
【How about you give it a try? 】
Song Ruochen: "Can I still try?"
[Yes, I will drop it for you. ]
Bang, bang, two things appeared on Song Ruochen's desk.
One was a familiar knife, and the other was an iron plate.
The name of Jian Yuheng was engraved on the sign, along with his age, height, weight, resentment value, and sexual desire value.
"Interesting." Song Ruochen picked up the knife and said, "I'll scratch a prize."
Song Ruochen began to scrape: "Love...what?"
Love? Reasonable, the villain is very loving.
Love? Love the environment, haha.
He scraped away the covering on the text.
Jian Yuheng
Desire value 500%
Song Ruochen: “???”
【……? ? ? 】