Chapter 77 They gradually intertwined their fingers

"Okay." Song Ruochen lay flat with a hard mouth.

"Then I'm curious." He said, "Which question did the young master get wrong on the pre-marriage exam?"

Jian Yuheng paused for a moment, his hand resting behind his head and gently pulling his hair: "I don't remember."

"I don't trust you." There was an alpha on top, and Song Ruochen used his hands and feet to slide out from the front, "I saw it all, you made a mistake on a question that I could have answered correctly with my toes, and you just wanted to hit me."

Jian Yuheng: “…”

"Stop making trouble. I never thought of hanging you up and beating you." Jian Yuheng said in a deep voice, grabbed his ankle, and easily dragged him back to his original position.

I really want to buy a mouse trap to catch the Song Mi Rat so that it won’t run around and move around.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Ruochen asked, "I see evil in your eyes."

"...Nothing." Jian Yuheng said.

He used himself as an indoor aromatherapy, producing hawthorn-scented pheromones, and finally, there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

The belt of the pajamas was pulled out and tied to Song Ruochen's left wrist by Jian Yuheng. Then Song Ruochen put his right hand on his neck, but he couldn't get it off. He could only grab the other end of the belt, wrap it around his palm a few times, and slowly tighten it.

The belt tied the hands of the two people, allowing them to interlock their fingers. Song Ruochen's eyes were confused for a moment, and the corners of his eyes gradually showed an abnormal redness. The temperature of the other person's palm was very high, like a wildfire sweeping all the way, making him feel thirsty. His beautiful lips were slightly open, and he moved the fingers of his left hand. Jian Yuheng noticed it, and the other person pressed his fingers firmly, pressing them tighter.

"Jian Yuheng," he asked, "What function does the pheromone have this time?"

Is it to seduce, shock, or comfort?

Otherwise, why would he want to curl himself up and hide, and also want to spread himself out to the other person just because the other person kissed his cheek and touched his waist?

However, the feeling now was different from any pheromone control he had ever felt.

"This is the most unfair thing that has happened to Shanzha." Jian Yuheng said.

"...No?" Song Ruochen asked.

"It's useless, it has no function." Jian Yuheng said, "Do you feel it? You want me too."

Song Ruochen: “…”

It seems so.

"Then I like Jian Yuheng." Song Ruochen said.

He used the hand that was not caught to press on Jian Yuheng's chest: "Second Young Master's heartbeat is also quite fast."

It was already night, and the lights in the room had dimmed a lot. The warm night breeze of early spring blew in through the windowsill, brushing over the thin quilt on the edge of the bed and the ankle with light red fingerprints that was half-covered by the quilt. Then someone kicked the quilt away.

In the quiet night, the movement made by Song Ruochen was more obvious.

Song Ruochen: "Oh oh... woooooo."

Jian Yuheng felt like a kettle of boiling water was brought into the bedroom. It wasn't irritating, but it was noisy.

Song Ruochen: "...get out."

This "roll" was quite weak, so he rolled it a second and third time, the sound getting smaller and smaller, and it even broke a little.

Song Ruochen grabbed the bed sheet with his slender hands in dissatisfaction, and the expensive fabric was almost turned into rags by him.

Song Ruochen: "Hmm..."

It didn't roll out, it seems.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The cool and pretty secretary raised her head and glanced at him, pouting her lips stubbornly, her eyes full of devastation and condemnation.

Jian Yuheng felt that he was right, but he softened his heart.

There are originally differences in physical strength between AO, but Song Ruochen's physical strength seems to be particularly poor, and he is also particularly lazy.

Song Ruochen cursed, and took advantage of Jian Yuheng's pause to turn into a reptile in seconds, but was held back by the belt held tightly in Jian Yuheng's palm, and did not get far.

Song Ruochen: "Wait..."

It's been so long, and Jian Yuheng hasn't...

Jian Yuheng, who was disturbed by the commotion, got out of bed helplessly, took out a box of reserved chocolate sandwiches from the cupboard, and stuffed it into Song Ruochen's hand.

"I don't want it." Song Ruochen crawled to the foot of the bed and smashed the chocolate. He couldn't bear to do it. He... gently pushed it back, "Am I starving? You think you can trick me with a box of snacks?"

"I eat your food because I like you." Song Ruochen said, "I am not without principles!"

"Our Xiao Song is the most principled." Jian Yuheng said, "Xiao Shi can't do without Secretary Song, I can't do without Secretary Song, and this planet can't do without Secretary Song even more."

Jian Yuheng: "Secretary Song is smart, decisive, witty, brave (dozens of adjectives)...Song Ruochen is unique."

Song Ruochen: "0.o?"

"It's not as exaggerated as you said." After being praised a few times, Song Ruochen felt that he was fine again, "Second Young Master is also... pretty good."

I don’t know if it was because of the compliment or what, but he started to feel ecstatic with a smile on his face.

"Ah..." The next moment, he was pressed into Jian Yuheng's arms again.

-

On this day, Song Ruochen slept very late, and because he was exhausted, he slept particularly soundly.

Until the repeated ringing of his cell phone woke him up from his sleep.

His eyelids felt heavy, as if they were carrying a weight. Song Ruochen tried hard to open them and even rolled his eyes at the phone that was disturbing his sleep.

"Hmm?" He answered the phone.

"Secretary Song! You are still sleeping. Our press conference has been a global hit. Our branch Xiaoye has received a huge order. Several major sales platforms are out of stock. Customers are clamoring to buy our products... Wait a minute." Assistant Gong realized something was wrong. "What's wrong with your voice?"

Assistant Gong said with concern: "Hey, how come our Xiaoshi Group's little crow lost his voice?"

"I just lost my voice." Song Ruochen said, "If you say one more word, Mr. Song will make you disappear in the sky."

"You're still cursing. Why don't you say less?" Assistant Gong said, "You...ah last night."

After all, he is the president’s special assistant, and Assistant Gong realized it himself.

"No wonder the Second Young Master asked me to bring you a nutritious meal at noon today." Assistant Gong said, "Wait and watch me cook."

Seeing that Assistant Yu Gong's cooking was delicious, Song Ruochen smiled happily.

"I want to eat egg yolk chicken wings." said Song Ruochen.

"No problem, I'll leave work early to buy the materials." Assistant Gong said.

"Let me tell you something." Assistant Gong's tone became hasty again. "Nan Xi has been preparing for the press conference for such a long time and has published several papers, but no one is interested. You arranged it so well that people have come to our side. We are going to get a lot of commissions!"

Song Ruochen: "Great!"

Both the dollar and the dollar rose after the pullback, a double harvest.

Song Ruochen: "Ouch."

My waist hurts a bit.

"That's it. Next time you need accommodation for a meeting, call me." Assistant Gong said, "I'm going to prepare the materials. I have a meeting soon. I'll get you something to eat after the meeting."

Song Ruochen: "Okay."

I could sense Assistant Gong's good mood even through the phone. It seemed that their Xiaoshi achieved good results in this press conference.

【Good morning.】

"Good morning." Song Ruochen said.

He dragged his soft legs to the water dispenser, got himself a glass of water, threw a health tea bag into the quilt, and then sat comfortably on the sofa.

Song Ruochen stood up.

Song Ruochen: “…”

[I think you two are a good match. 】

"It's appropriate." Song Ruochen said, "Maybe there's something else that's not appropriate."

【. 】

However, Song Ruochen felt what it meant to be a suitable match. If it didn't take so long, he would be quite... enjoying it.

but--

Song Ruochen: “:(”

[The poor little grapes have turned into ripe red grapes.]

[It's the first time, an inexperienced alpha will just rush forward, huh.]

"I won't let him touch me again until he comes up with a solution." Song Ruochen said coldly.

[There are so many foods on the table, did the Second Young Master buy them for you? ]

"Maybe? Where is it?" Song Ruochen turned his head.

There was not only food on the table, but also a skateboard under it.

"Hey, this is what we college students love to play." Song Ruochen leaned over to pick up the skateboard, but his waist went weak and he almost fell.

Song Ruochen: “…”

He squatted on the ground, some scenes from last night popping up in his mind.

Jian Yuheng, that big liar, praised him with the most beautiful words in the world, while...

Until the very end, he seemed to be melting in the warmth given by the other person, and he did not forget to open his mouth and kiss the other person.

"Forget it." Song Ruochen said, "I'll try something else."

-

In the meeting room of Xiaoshi Group, the meeting had not started yet. Jian Yuheng, who was not very confident about Song Ruochen, turned on the surveillance in the living room.

Then he saw——

The skateboard he carefully selected turned into a scooter, and Song Ruochen sat on it and slid back and forth.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

It looks like nothing happened.

Secretary Song is quite capable. Under his sleeves and on his elbows, there is now an anti-counterfeiting and anti-theft watermark in the shape of Song Ruochen's claw.

If he hadn't blocked it quickly, he would have been injured somewhere else.

Apart from some minor quarrels, he still took good care of Song Ruochen.

It's just that the other person's physical strength is really poor, his endurance is poor, and his temper is bad, but he doesn't mind.

"Is everyone here?" Mr. Chen asked, "Let's get ready for the meeting."

"Yeah." Jian Yuheng turned off the surveillance, sent a few emoticons to Song Ruochen, and began to adjust himself into a meeting state.

"Xiaoshi has done very well this quarter," said Chen. "We have crushed Nanshan in the entertainment sector, and we have also won unexpectedly in the smart product sector with our strength and creativity."

"Today's meeting is to commend our employees and summarize the successful experience of the press conference." Jian Yuheng said, "Jian Feng, please tell us what is good about this press conference."

"Okay." Jian Feng said, "Secretary Song, please tell me."

Assistant Gong: “?”

"Young Master." Assistant Gong said, "Secretary Song has asked for leave."

"Ahem." Jian Yuheng raised his voice, "Let me talk about the merits of this press conference myself."

Jian Feng: “?”

"Where's my secretary?" Jian Feng asked, "I'm going to entertain friends later, I need a secretary."

"Just take me with you." Jian Yuheng said, "I'm filling in for Secretary Song today. Feel free to call me if you need anything."

Jian Feng: “???”

"Second Young Master is thoughtful." Director Chen said admiringly, "That's how it should be. We are all one family. We don't compete for who's first and who's last. We all serve Xiao Shi."

Jian Yuheng: “Haha.”

There's no way, Secretary Song can't come today.

-

Song Ruochen moved a lounge chair and sat comfortably in the yard to bask in the sun.

His whole body was filled with the scent of hawthorn brought by Jian Yuheng, and when exposed to the sun, he felt warm.

【Da Zao calls. 】

【It will take 20 minutes for the rollback card pack to be credited.】

【Meng Yumian called. 】

Song Ruochen hung up both phones and made a call in the group chat.

"What's wrong?" Song Ruochen asked.

"Wow, your voice." Yan Ci said, "Second Young Master's heart must have melted."

Song Ruochen: “?”

The protagonist in this melodramatic story is becoming more and more indecent.

"Why didn't he leave you a kiss?" Yan Ci said, "Does he not love you enough?"

Yan Ci: "I have to talk about him."

Song Ruochen: “No!!”

"Don't..." Song Ruochen said, "It's just..."

There are already quite a few, but they are not so easy to see.

I'll leave it for you to see.

"Okay, okay." Yan Ci said, "Don't say anything more, Maoguai. Our Secretary Song gets shy very easily."

Meng Yumian: "I haven't started yet."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Meng Yumian said, "Little Grape, Dazao and I were just shopping in a pet store and found a really cute kitten. We want to buy it and give it to you and Second Young Master to raise."

"I remember you like kittens very much?" Yan Ci asked.

"I can't raise it, I can't raise it." Song Ruochen waved his hands, "The second young master is allergic to cat hair."

Yan Ci: "Huh? Then I don't know."

"Forget it then." Meng Yumian said, "I'll take it home and raise it myself, and we'll buy you something else."

Downstairs at Xiaoshi Group, Meng Yumian and Yan Ci were holding a cat and chatting with each other.

"What should I give him as a gift?" Yan Ci pondered. "Secretary Song has helped us a lot, and we haven't had time to give him anything in return."

"That's true." Meng Yumian said, "I need to think about it carefully."

"You two." Jian Yuheng stopped as he passed by. "Are you here to see Song Ruochen? He's not feeling well today, so he's on vacation."

"I know." Yan Ci smiled, "I originally wanted to give you a kitten to raise, but Secretary Song said that you are allergic to cat hair, so let Maoguai take it back and raise it yourself."

"This cat is very cute." Jian Yuheng opened the cat bag, stroked it twice, and then froze.

"What did he say?" Jian Yuheng asked, "I'm allergic to cat hair?"

Yan Ci: "Yeah! Brother, you better be careful. Let's go, Maoguai, let's go buy a cat climbing frame."

"Let's go, let's go." Meng Yumian and Yan Ci left arm in arm.

In the lobby on the first floor, Jian Yuheng stopped and searched his memory.

He had never had much contact with cats and had never told Song Ruochen that he was allergic to cat hair.

Then——

He sat quietly in the hall, facing the light, with his five fingers spread out, staring at his hands.

A few minutes later, a few red spots appeared on the back of his hand where the cat's hair had just touched.

Jian Yuheng: “……?”

Jian Feng passed by and stepped back. Seeing that he still had his five fingers spread out, he thought for a moment and gave him a loud high-five.

Jian Yuheng bought a bouquet of flowers and a small cake. When he returned home, he found Song Ruochen wearing only swimming trunks, soaking in the middle of his swimming pool.

Through the light blue water, Jian Yuheng could clearly see the mottled marks he had left on the other person's chest and waist.

"You're back!" Song Ruochen said to the cake.

【Ding Dong.】

Song Ruochen, who was too lazy to swim to the shore, returned to the edge of the swimming pool and waited for Jian Yuheng to bring back the cake.

Jian Yuheng, who ran again, said: "..."

It turns out it can be used this way.