Chapter 65 Does it still hurt?

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Song Ruochen: “…”

Song Ruochen clenched his fists and hit his head.

"No appointment." Song Ruochen said.

"Don't you want to learn swimming from me?" Jian Yuheng asked.

"Seeing you on weekends... makes me feel like I'm working overtime," said Song Ruochen.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

"Has Mr. Song ever worked overtime?" Jian Yuheng asked, "Mr. Song works overtime at Xiaoshijian every day."

[“Reducing classes” has been included in the Song Ruochen Dictionary. ]

"I've been paid overtime." Song Ruochen argued, "No weekends, but today... yes."

Song Ruochen: "But not going to your house!"

Noticing the interest gleaming in Person A's eyes, he hastened to emphasize.

【(Sound of pouring tea)(Sound of cracking melon seeds)】

"Then let's go." Jian Yuheng was quite happy, "I'll take you to dinner."

Song Ruochen: “?!”

O,,,A walked out of the company one after another and stopped in front of a cool sports car. They were driving so fast that Jian Yuheng felt he saw their afterimages.

Song Ruochen fastened his seat belt and sat upright. Jian Yuheng didn't rush to drive, but handed him a tablet computer.

"These are some of the good restaurants I've eaten at in City A." Jian Yuheng said, "Pick one you like and I'll take you there."

Song Ruochen: "I never make a choice."

Jian Yuheng: “…”

"That's fine." Jian Yuheng said, "Eat until you're tired."

Gong Huo finished a day's work, listened to music, and happily left the company. He just happened to see his boss's car driving out, and sitting in the passenger seat was... Song Ruochen?

Oops, that weird feeling is getting stronger.

-

After hearing "Ding Dong" three times, Jian Yuheng drove again and took Song Ruochen to another hot pot restaurant.

Song Ruochen, sitting in the passenger seat, swayed left and right, once again cosplaying as a sunflower producing sunshine.

"Do you usually take the files back to do these things?" Jian Yuheng asked.

"Hmm?" Song Ruochen smiled contentedly, "Hmm!"

"Sometimes I also use it to play games." Song Ruochen said, "I am the god of my teammates."

Jian Yuheng: “…”

If you review the data frequently, even a nerve can become a god.

But it's quite interesting.

The functions of this system are very limited, but its effects are actually quite significant. If someone with a little bit of brains uses it, they can make quite a stir. There are countless ways to use this system to climb up.

But Song Ruochen used this system to eat cakes and play games... and he even stuck to him like a gangster.

However, perhaps it is precisely because of this that the system chose Song Ruochen.

"We're here." said Jian Yuheng.

Song Ruochen had already gotten off the car consciously.

Lu Yunye's new drama was playing on the TV in the hot pot restaurant. Not many people were eating, and everyone was looking up.

Even people passing by the store entrance would be detained for several minutes.

Song Ruochen recorded a video of this unprecedented event and sent it to Lu Yunye——

[Lu Yunye]: I miss you so much.

[Lu Yunye]: It’s so embarrassing that you captured my high school teacher in your video.

Song Ruochen turned around and saw a middle-aged Beta standing at the door of the store. He was staring at the TV screen very intently.

[Song Ruochen]: It is his honor to teach Mr. Lu.

[Song Ruochen]: You are really famous now.

[Song Ruochen]: And they all praise you for having a limitless range of acting opportunities, and that you are a big star.

[Lu Yunye]: The Great Pluto.

[Song Ruochen]: The future is bright.

"Stop chatting." Jian Yuheng said, "Come and order food."

"I'm coming." Song Ruochen threw away his phone and picked up the menu of the hot pot restaurant.

Jian Yuheng looked at him and smiled faintly.

In one night, he went back and forth three times and experienced three times the pleasure of dating. Song Ruochen was happy, and he was happy too.

This little secretary has quite a good idea for flashbacks, Jian Yuheng thought thoughtfully.

"I've ordered." Song Ruochen said.

Jian Yuheng called the waiter and handed over the order sheet.

"Do you have a plan for this weekend?" Jian Yuheng asked.

【Smart Hawthorn. 】

"I've made an appointment with Daguai and Maozao." Song Ruochen said, "Let's go to the amusement park."

"Go ahead." Jian Yuheng said, "I'll ask you out next weekend."

【Is it just a meeting? Squinting smile.jpg】

Song Ruochen: “…”

The system has already failed before autumn even arrived.

"I just asked you to play together." Jian Yuheng said, "You know, the book says that after being temporarily marked, an alpha will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't stay with his omega for a day."

Song Ruochen: "Oh..."

He seems to have a little bit of that, too.

He was addicted to the smell around Jian Yuheng, loved listening to what he said, and thought of things that he dared not even think about.

It turned out to be the effect of a temporary mark, so he had a bold idea.

After a hot pot meal, Song Ruochen was satisfied with the date. AO and the two walked towards the parking lot.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" Jian Yuheng slowed down his pace and waited for him, "Song Ruo... holding on?"

Song Ruochen: “Q.Q”

Can't walk.

"Then I'll help you." Jian Yuheng said.

The sour flavor of hawthorn spread a little on Song Ruochen.

"It works well." Song Ruochen said, "It works very well."

Jian Yuheng: “…”

At first, I never thought that I had medicinal value.

When getting in the car, Song Ruochen was almost addicted to the taste of the sour hawthorn.

In fact, he wasn't really that serious, he just wanted to get some hawthorn.

Alpha's hot hand suddenly reached out and pressed on his heart.

"Does it still hurt?" Jian Yuheng asked.

"The stomach...is not here!" Song Ruochen said.

Finally something the villain isn't good at?

"Then where is it?" Jian Yuheng moved his hand to the left, then to the right, "Here, or here?"

Song Ruochen: “…”

Grass.

Jian Yuheng's hand finally stopped at his lower abdomen: "Secretary Song, do you still feel uncomfortable?"

"Get lost." Song Ruochen slapped Jian Yuheng's hand away, "I'm fine."

Jian Yuheng withdrew his hand and fastened his seat belt for him. He then turned on a song by an alpha boy band and stepped on the accelerator.

Song Ruochen turned his face towards the car window, his cheeks flushed.

【(Splash cold water) (Splash ice water) (Artificial rainfall) Ahhhh don't burn me, I want to listen to this song. 】

[(Holding the headphones and shaking them left and right) The sound system in the second young master's car is really good. ]

【(Cold compress for the brain)】

Song Ruochen: “…”

This system can be sold at a low price. Anyone want to buy it?

Song Ruochen went home smelling like sour hawthorn. Even after taking a shower, he still smelled like Jian Yuheng.

There are old messages on the phone.

Group chat [jujujuju] (3)

[Yan Ci]：0.0.

[Yan Ci]: Haven’t you finished your date yet?

[Meng Yumian]: 0.0..

[Meng Yumian]: Let’s finish it tomorrow morning.

[Song Ruochen]: What is the name of this group?

[Meng Yumian]: For even-numbered dates, use zaozaozao; for odd-numbered dates, use guaiguaiguai.

[Song Ruochen]: Madam, young master, which amusement park are you going to this weekend? I’ll book the tickets.

[Yan Ci]: Let me find a strategy.

-

The next day was Friday, and Song Ruochen had no interest in working.

[When are you interested in working? ]

Early in the morning, Song Ruochen was on duty, but his heart was set on usurping the throne.

Jian Feng, who had nothing to do, was frightened by being stared at. He put down the magazine in his hand and turned on his computer.

"No one wants to work on Friday," Song Ruochen said. "Working on Friday is disrespectful to the weekend."

"I don't do anything on Mondays," Song Ruochen said. "I use Mondays to reminisce about the weekends that have passed."

[Speaking of which, I have a day off tomorrow hehehe. 】

[I took an hour's return money, which counted as paid vacation. ]

"You earn more on vacation than when you are working," said Song Ruochen.

【Studied under Song Ruochen, thanks. 】

Song Ruochen: "...Go ahead, go ahead."

【I took the rollback system to my boss for maintenance. I think the repair I did last time was not very good, so it is easy to deduct more rollback coins. 】

Song Ruochen: "That needs to be maintained."

[Because the system maintenance affects the normal use of the host, this maintenance will compensate three 10-minute rollback coupons, which can be used directly by shouting the corresponding command. 】

[I'll leave you a few more sand coins, and two more coins. I'll be back soon.]

As soon as the system finished speaking, two pieces of paper and a few coins appeared in Song Ruochen's hands.

[Also, Little Grape, I have a favor to ask. ]

Song Ruochen: "If you don't want to, don't invite me."

[Um (pointing to the finger), when I'm not around, please don't let anything exciting happen. I want to see the excitement.]

What is exciting?

It was a day with a temperature of over 20 degrees and Song Ruochen was standing in the corridor thinking and smoking.

He rushed upstairs to the cafeteria to get some ice cream, and just then he saw a little girl standing by the ice cream machine with a sad face.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Ruochen asked.

"Our group is going to have a team building this weekend." The receptionist is familiar with him and said, "I don't want to go."

"It's not a star-rated hotel resort, who would want to go there?" Song Ruochen said.

"Secretary Song, what you said is not right." Bai Cai, who was passing by, heard their conversation. "It was me who proposed the team building for the advertising and administration departments. The purpose of team building is to let everyone make friends with their colleagues."

"I go to work to make money," Song Ruochen said, "not to make friends."

Song Ruochen: "You want to be friends with me?"

Bai Cai: “…”

Bah. Bah. Bah.

"This is a collective activity of the company." Bai Cai said, "It is also the intention of President Xiang. Does Secretary Song want to go against the board of directors?"

"Whoever likes team building can go by themselves. I didn't agree, the second young master didn't agree, and Mr. Jian didn't agree either." Song Ruochen said, "God bless you for team building on weekends. I think you want to go against all of humanity."

Bai Cai: “…”

"Vice Director Bai Cai." An employee came over in a hurry, "President Jian and the Second Young Master are looking for you."

Bai Cai: “?”

Bai Cai walked away hesitantly.

The girl at the front desk spread out her hands and handed the ice cream she had just made to Song Ruochen: "Thank you, Secretary Song, for your complaint."

Song Ruochen: "It's okay."

What I hate most is some pretentious leaders who are possessive of their employees’ rest time.

"Wow, you are really good at making ice cream." Song Ruochen took a bite, "Where did you get the grapes?"

"Eh? Secretary Song, don't you know?" the girl at the front desk said, "Second Young Master has been in charge of the ice cream in the cafeteria. Previously, they added machines, and recently they added an ice cream topping area. It's really cool to eat ice cream by yourself. Many people are motivated to join our Xiao Shi just for the self-service ice cream."

Song Ruochen: “?”

ah?

Jian Yuheng, why did you change this?

No wonder he has been enjoying ice cream so much lately.

A's friend was busy and had no one to eat with today, so he simply ate and chatted with the girl at the front desk.

"I always thought that the Second Young Master was quite aloof," the girl said, "but he really thought a lot about the employees. The employees' neck badges were easy to lose, so the Second Young Master had them replaced with badges with pins, which are not easy to lose and are more convenient."

"But I'm not good at judging people." The omega girl smiled. "I used to think Secretary Song was a very aloof and lonely person, but Secretary Song greets me every day when he enters the company."

Song Ruochen: “：D”

That's because you pay a lot of tax on snacks.

However, Jian Yuheng really did a lot of things silently.

"Oh, yes, there is also the New Year gift package from before." The omega girl said, "It is said that the second young master asked to add a big gift package of snacks."

Song Ruochen: "Ah..."

Jian Er doesn't seem like a reserved person.

He didn't hide the pain of the rollback at all, he just vomited it all out.

How come all the good things he did were kept in silence? Or maybe the second young master just did what he wanted to do without expecting anything in exchange.

"Huh?" The omega girl suddenly widened her eyes, "Secretary Song, check the company group."

Song Ruochen: “?”

"Xiang Cai from the board of directors, Bai Cai, the vice president of the advertising department, and five other employees were just taken away by the police for investigation?" the omega girl read the message in the group.

Song Ruochen paused, clenched his fist, and felt that his revenge had been achieved.

Is the traitor who stole his perfect plan and then stole his amazing project finally going to be punished?

During the lunch break, Song Ruochen tiptoed into Jian Yuheng's office.

"Secret Song." Jian Yuheng, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "Please hold back on your sneaky feelings."

"You...you haven't slept yet." Song Ruochen said, "Call Secretary Song."

"Want to use the hammock?" Jian Yuheng asked. "Go ahead, it's in the inner room."

"What do Bai Cai and Xiang Dong say?" Song Ruochen found a seat on the sofa.

"Now that we have checked all the people involved," Jian Yuheng said, "we can start catching the traitor. He who dared to look down on Mr. Song's plan must be severely punished."

Song Ruochen was happy.

He moved closer and gave Jian Yuheng a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Xiao Jian did a good job," Song Ruochen said. "The ice cream was delicious."

After the kiss, Song Ruochen ran away, slipped into the inner room and locked the door.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

He waited for a few seconds, but there was no pullback.

Okay, no grape pancakes are falling from the sky today.

-

Jian Yuheng's hammock was a good place to sleep. Song Ruochen lay there for an hour and felt refreshed the whole afternoon.

Friday is over and the long-awaited weekend is finally here.

Early Saturday morning, Song Ruochen changed into a date-style outfit, carried a furry-style backpack, and went to the subway station to wait for someone.

[Yan Ci]: The driver picked us up and we will pass by the subway station near your house soon.

[Yan Ci]: License plate number xxxxx.

[Meng Yumian]: Secretary Song, I bought you some baked cookies. Unlike Yan Ci, he came empty-handed.

[Yan Ci]: [Pictures], I brought them.

[Yan Ci]: Here we come!

Song Ruochen looked up and saw a commercial vehicle parked in front of him.

He opened the car door and got in.

"Hello, Mr. Song." Yan Ci and Meng Yumian greeted.

"...Call Secretary Song." Song Ruochen said.

The car carried the three of them towards the amusement park.

Song Ruochen turned the car into a dragon chair, with Maoguai feeding him biscuits on the left and Jujube feeding him dried fruits on the right.

It's just past 8 o'clock now, there are not many people on the road, and the driver is driving a little fast.

There was an overly strong aroma in the car.

"Which driver of the Jian family are you?" Song Ruochen asked.

"Secretary Song may not know that I'm the new driver who came this week," the driver said. "I've picked up President Jian several times."

"What is the company's access code?" Song Ruochen asked.

Driver: "Secretary Song, I'm the driver and I'm not driving the car into the company."

"What kind of extra tax do I have to pay when working at Xiaoshi?" Song Ruochen asked.

Driver: “?”

Driver: “Any more?”

"Yan Ci and Jian Feng ____?" Song Ruochen said, "Fill in the blank."

Driver: “A family?”

Song Ruochen: "Secretary Song is in charge of the work, I______?"

Driver: “Don’t worry?”

The rich fragrance spread throughout the car, making people dizzy.

Damn, the kidnapping plot, how did it get here?

"Wrong." Song Ruochen pulled out a redemption voucher, "Ding Dong."

Jian Yuheng's home.

Jian Yuheng got up very early and fried an egg for himself.

Just as he was about to start eating, he heard an unfamiliar "ding-dong" sound.

Hmm? Today it's Song Ruochen's voice.

He returned to the kitchen with two raw eggs in his hand.

Jian Yuheng: “???”