Chapter 68

Song Yin always felt that Mu Qingliu was weird today. Although he was a pervert, he would never be so weird as to do the same thing over and over again.

[Just suck my eyeballs out! ]

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Song Yin was carried into the office building by Aiwen. According to the original procedure, he could take the elevator to Song Yin's office after swiping the card.

Long Yancheng usually stepped into the office building on time at 8:30 every day. Song Yin would occasionally meet him, and sometimes they could take the elevator upstairs together.

When Song Yin was carried into the office building, a voice suddenly came from behind and shouted, "Song Xiaoyin, you traitor, wait for me!"

Song Yin heard that it was a colleague he was on good terms with. The other party was also a senior engineer who went on a foreign trip together with the company's welfare.

The other party rushed up and shouted at Song Yin, "Boy, you left me alone that day and flew home by yourself. Do you know how badly I was beaten by Sun Peng and his group?!"

Song Yin teamed up with others to play jet skis. Although Song Yin couldn't see, he used the water gun in his hand very well. He sprayed wherever he was asked to spray. He was barely a useful assist. Song Yin

couldn't say that it was her husband who asked her to go home to see her legs, so she made an excuse that she was not feeling well and had a little acclimatization.

In fact, everyone knew that she was taken home by her husband on a private plane. Everyone spread the word, and in the end it became that her husband couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone and insisted on taking Song Yin home to show his love.

...

Song Yin had no idea that his back had already been arranged into countless versions of the plot of the wife. He smiled and apologized to his colleagues, and said that he would go out with everyone again next time if there was a chance.

It was his friend, a senior engineer, who hit the nail on the head and said, "You don't have to wait until next time. Just act cute with your husband and you'll get all the bread and milk."

After all, Mu Qingliu is the boss behind Phantom Company, and everyone in the company knows it now.

As they were talking and laughing, a colleague saw Long Yancheng walking in front and about to get into the elevator.

Suddenly, like an excited civet that accidentally strayed into a melon field, he pulled Song Yin and whispered in his ear.

"Song Xiaoyin, do you know? Our company's President Wen is actually the lost young master of a wealthy family. My goodness, I've seen his temperament a long time ago, and he definitely doesn't look like an ordinary citizen like us!"

Song Yin couldn't open his eyes. He had never seen what President Wen really looked like, but people are curious animals. If someone has put the melon in front of their mouths, they would be a fool not to take a bite to quench their thirst.

A colleague said with great interest, "Your eyesight is not good, so you probably haven't been checking the company group. The group was in chaos last night."

"Everyone says that our young President Wen is actually the real young master of the Long family. Do you know the Long family? How could you not know? Your husband Mu Qingliu is the number one in Beijing, so the Long family is definitely the second. You are both wealthy families, but the first and second have never come into contact?"

Song Yin had no idea about the first and second. Sometimes, as a vegetative person, he always had his own helplessness.

[I remember this book did say... Wait, the other party's surname is Long? I'm afraid it's not the Long family of Long Zhicheng? 】

After seeing the bubble, the colleague became more excited and said, "It's Long Zhicheng. You said you didn't know. Don't you know now?"

Song Yinsan was confused, "When did I say I knew?"

Wait.

【Long Zhicheng? 】

【Long Zhicheng!!! 】

【Isn't Long Zhicheng Wen Yancheng's biological father? How did he suddenly become Mr. Wen's biological father!!! 】

【The plot of this book has been messed up to this extent without my knowledge? 】

The colleague waved away his newly born petty bubble, and did not avoid Ivan's wooden decoration, and said directly, "It seems that you really don't pay attention to our company's private group at all."

"Little General Wen is Wen Yancheng. Little General Wen told us before that his last name is Xiao, but in fact his last name is Wen, and his name is Wen Yancheng."

"But two days ago, wasn't he adopted by the Long family? So now his name has been changed to Long Yancheng."

"Today when we saw Little General Wen, we should be more sensible and stop calling him Little General Wen. We should call him Little General Long... Bah, why does it sound a bit like calling him Little Dragon Man, so funny."

The colleague chattered.

Song Yin's brain circuit CPU was about to burn out!

He really couldn't figure it out.

【Little General Wen = Wen Yancheng = Long Yancheng? 】

【Xiao Zong Wen = Wen Yancheng = Long Yancheng? ? 】99+

Long Yancheng has already walked into the elevator, and a dark dragon king of complaints is vaguely formed above his head. Everyone in the elevator covers their mouths and runs out in shock and joy.

Long Yancheng roughly guessed that the news he deliberately released was now being passed to Song Yin's ears.

Because at this moment, the little vegetable's face with his eyes tightly closed was full of shock, and the pink heart bubble frames that were flying wildly all over his head were changing layer by layer, from a fresh pink color to a black flying crow, as if a paint bucket was picked up and ink was splashed between the bubbles.

Long Yancheng was a little hesitant, thinking that it was too exaggerated. Anyway, everyone else had left the elevator, and he had a big black dragon head on his head, which really damaged his personal image. He reached out and pressed the elevator switch.

Ivan saw that the little vegetative person was about to lose control, and based on his years of super judgment, he quickly carried the person and jumped into the elevator door that was about to close.

Long Yancheng asked in surprise, "Why did you carry him in?"

Can't you see that I was avoiding him?

Ai Wen explained righteously, "You Chinese have a saying that every wrong has its perpetrator, I think it would be better for you to talk face to face."

Long Yancheng corrected, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't speak Chinese. This is called a heart disease that needs a heart medicine."

......

Song Yin was shocked enough, and when he heard the familiar voice talking, he had a chilling illusion.

[Wen Yancheng is the young President Wen! ]

[The young President Wen is Wen Yancheng!! ]

[Why don't I know! ]

[How could I let the protagonist follow me for so long without any reaction!! ]

[Ahhh! ]99+

The inner activities of the little vegetative man reached an unprecedented climax. The gushing flying crows squeezed one by one, and soon filled the narrow elevator space.

The crowded and cramped environment made the three people standing in the elevator overwhelmed. Ivan couldn't help but lower his body and reached out to pat the top floor of the elevator.

Long Yancheng lay flat on the floor of the elevator.

He remembered an extremely classic horror film called "Birds", which was a world-famous old film directed by Hitchcock. The scene in the film where the male and female protagonists were attacked by a group of birds was particularly bloody and full of oppression.

Long Yancheng looked at the increasingly dense flying crows, large and small, squeezing the remaining space.

He fell into a cold knot.

Such a large number of spit bubbles does not take into account weight, but when the number reaches a certain level, it will inevitably increase the pressure in the elevator and squeeze the metal cabin to the point of deformation.

By that time, it is very likely that all three of them will die here.

Long Yancheng quickly decided whether to expose the secret of Song Yin's ability to create spit bubbles and let Song Yin think about it on his own initiative, or talk about something else to divert attention.

Choose one of the two...

Long Yancheng shouted across the increasingly dense flying crows, "Master's wife... Song Yin, calm down! The reason why I changed my name was all Master's idea. I think you can communicate with Master first. There must be some misunderstandings here!!!"

Song Yin's complaint bubble frame really stopped for a few seconds, and these few seconds were enough time for the elevator to reach the last bit of time on the top floor.

Song Yin's voice became a little weak under the pressure, and asked, "What, you just said it was not clear, can you tell me again?"

Very good, it can continue to delay for another ten seconds.

Long Yancheng even thought that Song Yin was the creator of all the bubbles, and he would not feel any sense of squeeze or suffocation.

But he was different from Ivan.

At this moment, this elevator that could accommodate 20 people was about to burst! !

Long Yancheng deliberately slowed down a little, puffed up his chest and took a few deep breaths.

Then he slowly explained, "I'm telling you, my last name is indeed not Xiao, I'm sorry, and I don't know why the master insisted on me telling you this. Maybe you hate this name, Xiaoyin?"

"Actually, the name is just a nickname," Long Yancheng hesitated, deliberately delaying time, waiting for the elevator indicator light to reach the tenth floor and emit a clear "ding" sound.

The elevator door slowly and with difficulty opened a little gap.

Wen Yancheng just shouted, "Master didn't mean it. He wanted to keep it a secret from you. He must have his own reasons."

Song Yin: [......]

[......]

"You mean, Mu Qingliu knew you were Wen Yancheng, but he still asked you to hide it from me?"

"Then who am I?"

Song Yin's surprise changed its nature, like a sour lemon that grew rotten bacteria.

[I told him to stay away from you!]

After the elevator door opened a crack, it maintained a motionless distance.

Al had to let go of Song Yin in his arms. He was the only one closest to the elevator door at the moment, so he had to do something.

After releasing Song Yin, he forced his hands to move the gap of the elevator, and with all his strength, plus the strength of his feet, he finally opened the elevator door a foot away.

Bubbles of flying crows kept flying out of the gap, attracting the attention of some staff members, and everyone worked together to help pry open the faulty elevator.

Only at this moment.

Song Yin, who was silent for a long time, seemed to have brewed a great power and great resentment.

He shouted, "I told Mu Qingliu to stay away from you when he sees you!"

[Why didn't he listen to me! ]

[Why did he lie to me! 】

Long Yancheng loosened his body a little and was able to sit up a little from the ground. He also clearly felt that Song Yin was very sad.

But Song Yin was different. The slightest sadness for him would trigger a flood of complaints in his heart.

People's psychological activities are far more powerful than superficial emotions.

Song Yin thought angrily.

【Protagonist, retreat quickly! Retreat! Retreat! 】

The slightly loose space of 999+ elevator was instantly squeezed and deformed by the 999+ magnitude. The gushing 【Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! 】 pushed Aiwen and Long Yancheng out together, and left them far in the middle of the aisle.

Song Yin sat in the middle of the dense black tide of flying crows. Every cute and bouncy crow instantly transformed into a ferocious and frightened bird.

Long Yancheng guessed right.

The little vegetable man was the creator of the entire bubble of complaints. No matter how huge the number of these things was, Song Yin would not be affected at all.

Song Yin slowly stood up from the middle, supporting his trembling body with his not-so-smart legs.

Thousands of crows poured out of the elevator and completely occupied the huge ten-story platform within a minute, even squeezing the door and window frames to the point of deformation and cracks.

A feeling of destruction spread throughout the house.

Long Yancheng coughed violently, and while ordering other staff members to leave through the escape exit, he comforted Song Yin and said, "Master's wife, don't get excited first, let's talk it over!"

In return, Song Yin replied in fear, "I don't want to tell you anything, I want to be alone, don't follow me."

Then he tapped the elevator button in a daze, and accidentally closed the half-damaged elevator door.

"Look!" Long Yancheng crawled and rolled to the front, "Aiwen, what are you still doing! How can you watch him walk into the damaged elevator again!"

Aiwen was shouted at by thousands of [Retreat! Retreat! Retreat! 】 was squeezed at the end of the corridor and had no choice.

At this time, the windows on the tenth floor finally couldn't bear the weight, and the plexiglass burst into pieces, accompanied by flying crows, which looked like a blazing fire from a distance.

After Ivan was able to move his body, he used his hands and feet to crawl over and shouted to Long Yancheng, "Where is Mr. Song?!" The protagonist's voice was not heard at all in the chaos.

Long Yancheng looked up and said with a very bad expression, "The good news is that he won't stay in the dangerous elevator for a long time. Look at the numbers, he has already gone down."

Ivan took a look and was shocked. This building also has a rooftop space, which is a place for employees to relax.

Song Yin went to the rooftop! !

Long Yancheng understood his look and said calmly, "The bad news is that he went to the rooftop."

It happened in a flash.

In the ten-story corridor destroyed by the bubble, a very humid smell suddenly surged, and the cold wind poured inward, causing the surrounding clouds to droop down darkly.

Song Yin was not in a very good mood. Any slight fluctuation in his heart could trigger a strong reaction.

So...

Long Yancheng and Ivan shouted at the same time: "Be careful!!"

Three bright lightning bolts pierced out from the dark clouds, and the thunder roared, hitting people's ears again and again.

Long Yancheng rolled up one after another, and the three lightning bolts seemed to strangle his hunter. Two of them fell on the top floor, causing the soil and rocks to crack and the floor to shake.

The third one was aimed at the protagonist's head.

Long Yancheng and Ivan had seen that the little vegetable man had the ability to summon lightning, and at this moment they experienced firsthand the horror of lightning chasing after him. Ivan

pulled Long Yancheng at the critical moment to prevent the protagonist in the book from being hit by lightning.

A dazzling white light flashed, followed by a boom like a bomb exploding, and a pungent smell when the plants, desks, chairs, and computers on the floor were smashed.

Ivan shook off the dust above his head. As a special forces soldier, he was the most skilled at dodging shells.

But dodging lightning is really not something that ordinary people can do.

"Your name must be very unlucky!" Ivan explained with his shallow Chinese knowledge, "There are two ways to choose now."

Long Yancheng's ears still retained the deafening aftertaste of thunder and lightning.

He spat dirt from his mouth and said angrily, "What did you say? Speak louder!"

Otherwise, the thunder and lightning of the little vegetable will come again.

He has never been so scared!

Ivan said, "Why don't you just change your name and call it President Xiao Wen, President Xiao Long, or something like that, to make Mr. Song happy first?"

What a bad idea! !

The moment the two of them were arguing, four more lightning bolts appeared in the sky, booming and exploding on the head that was about to fall apart.

Ivan grabbed Long Yancheng, and the two of them hugged each other's waists and rolled under a conference table that could barely be called a bunker.

In the place where they had just hidden, a large brick fell down, which was so heavy that all the lighting equipment had already been shattered. The fire alarm exploded and screamed non-stop, as if the end of the world had come. The atmosphere was so tense that it was difficult to breathe.

Ivan covered his mouth and nose to block the dense smoke and said with difficulty, "These lightnings are striking you directly on the head."

Okay, that's enough.

Long Yancheng certainly knew this.

On his head was clearly the increasingly darker title of the Dragon King, as if a high-performance lightning rod was installed on his head.

"Tell me your second plan quickly, damn it, if you hesitate for another minute, this building will probably be blown down!" The protagonist was exhausted and even swore.

The thing above his head can attract a thunderstorm and strike him alone.

Who wouldn't be afraid! He just reunited with his real family!

Long Yancheng kept regretting.

If he had known this, he would have told Song Yin in person that his original name was Wen Yancheng.

At that time, his brain must have been kicked silly by a donkey. How could he come up with such a bad idea

? He felt that without causing any trouble, he had to use someone else's mouth to tell the matter to the little vegetable. Isn't it just a name? Why did Song Yin feel like the sky was falling and the earth was cracking when he heard it! !

......

Long Yancheng thought gloomily.

Damn it, I'd better not call myself Long Yancheng or something!

Ivan grabbed his collar in a hurry, and shouted at him with his throat breaking through the respiratory barrier.

"You idiot! Can't you think of this?! Hurry up and call Mr. Mu for help, and ask him to come and take care of his wife!!"