Chapter 21 Reliable Secretary

"Okay, Second Young Master." Assistant Gong took away the water glass, "This water is not good, we won't drink it anymore."

Jian Yuheng: "@-@"

This idiot is trying to impress him.

What is Song Ruochen doing again?

"Second Young Master." Assistant Gong asked, "Is it because the team building plan I arranged is not good? Why don't you think about it?"

"I think about it," Jian Yuheng said.

Secretary Gong: "?"

Cherish words like gold?

"Second Young Master, there is news." Assistant Gong saw the phone screen light up and reminded him.

Jian Yuheng glanced at it.

["Ouch~" The user "@osoulmate" sent you 3 messages. 】

【"Aw~" The user "@husband is not at home" sent you 9 messages. ]

Jian Yuheng: "...?"

What?

He clicked on the "@osoulmate" dialog box, and the app marked the pheromone matching degree as 81%.

[oSoulmate]: [Disclosed a photo to you]

[oSoulmate]: [Disclosed my residential address to you]

[oSoulmate]: Do you want to know about the sweet omega?

This app was to be kept for home inspection and assignment. Jian Yuheng did not uninstall it for the time being. He hesitated and changed the ID and signature.

id Leader's

signature: Strict attendance, flexible work hours, flexible wages, customer first.

Avatar: Luxury car key (fake)

Two minutes later -

[osoulmate]: Nervous.

[Husband is not at home]: Idiot.

Then his account found eternal peace.

I have to say that this trick works quite well, as it makes people lose their desire to chat with just one click.

He glanced at the "social animal" ID with a 100% matching degree, and suddenly felt that this omega must be a little genius.

"Second Young Master, we'll be there in five minutes." Assistant Gong reminded.

Jian Yuheng hummed and exited the app.

-Song

Ruochen slept soundly in the car, and when he opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed.

"Secretary Song." The car door beside him was opened, and Assistant Gong's voice sounded from outside, "Do you want me to ask you to get out of the car?"

"Okay, how?" Song Ruochen asked, "Is it okay to kowtow?"

Gong Huo was furious.

Tired from playing in the theme park, Song Ruochen was so lazy from sleeping that he walked slowly when he got off the car, lagging behind Jian Yuheng by a long distance.

[The villain is staring at you again. 】

System cricket.

"Let him watch." Song Ruochen said, "I, Song Ruochen, have a clear conscience and am open and honest."

Jian Feng had arrived long ago and was already waiting for them in the conference room.

"Your company's office building is really well built." Jian Yuheng praised, "It's right in the city center."

The large floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room offer a panoramic view of the urban landscape.

"There is also a helipad on the roof." said the secretary to the president of the friendly businessman. "It is convenient for Mr. Ling to commute to work."

"That is indeed very convenient." Jian Yuheng said.

"I remember that Xiaoshi Group also has a helipad on the roof." Mr. Ling from the cooperative company asked, "Doesn't Mr. Jian take it for daily travel?"

Jian Feng: "Energy saving and emission reduction, green travel, I won't consider helicopters for the time being."

Jian Yuheng: ":)"

Haochi is a film and television company, and Xiaoshi is an Internet group. The two parties gathered together today, mainly to cooperate on film and television projects in the new year.

While Song Ruochen listened, he dragged the tea towards himself and took a few sips.

Normally, no one would grab the snacks on the conference table from him, but today -

he stared at Jian Feng who was expressing his opinion, smiled and nodded from time to time, and unknowingly reached out to the refreshment shelf, grasping into the hands of another uninvited guest.

After being hit on the back of his hand, he retracted his hand in pain and watched helplessly as Jian Yuheng took away three snacks.

Song Ruochen: "???"

Shang Zhan Locust?

"The books of movies and TV series are all here." Mr. Ling said, "You guys can take a look at it, which one do you want to invest in?"

"We hope that the works we invest in will be more attractive to college students." Jian Feng said.

College student: "?"

"Let me take a look." Song Ruochen opened the other company's script.

There are two kinds of things that college students like to watch, those that are extremely cool and those that are extremely tacky.

He selected a few notebooks based on his dormitory preferences.

"Mr. Jian, I'm optimistic about these guys," Song Ruochen said.

"The Boss Chases His Wife, Madam Runs Away"? Jian Yuheng read the title of the book, "What are college students reading?"

"It's more suitable for short plays." Song Ruochen said.

Considering that there is no short drama in this world, he explained a few more words: "One or two minutes of one episode, actors with a little acting skills can perform it, suitable for college students to lose focus in class."

Jian Yi Jian Er was thoughtful, Jian Yuheng picked up the pen, I wrote down two sentences in my notebook.

"Or give out the script and let college students shoot it themselves." Song Ruochen said, "Many excellent works are usually produced during exam week."

These are Xiao Song's experiences.

"Secretary Song knows college students well?" Jian Yuheng asked.

"It's okay." Song Ruochen said modestly.

The meeting continued, and Gong Huo performed the assistant's work seriously.

When Jian Yuheng was speaking, Gong Huo took minutes of the meeting. When Jian Yuheng paused, Gong Huo served tea and water. When Jian Yuheng read the script, Gong Huo helped turn the pages.

Song Ruochen also learned the same thing.

When Jian Yi was speaking, he knocked the tea to Jian Yi's mouth.

When Jane paused, he was turning the pages.

When Jian Yi read the script -

Song Ruochen pressed the script to death with a fierce look in his eyes: "Wait a minute, I'll finish reading this chapter."

After the whole meeting, Song Ruochen actually did a lot of things.

The cooperation was temporarily finalized, and Song Ruochen and the two bosses left Haochi together.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Jian Yi said, "Secretary Song, you and I..."

"Let's take the same car." Jian Yuheng said, "We are all from the same company, why are we so separated?"

Jian Feng: "? "

Jian Feng: "Okay."

It's good. My brother has a sense of collective honor in the company, so he has to squeeze together in the car.

The business car is big enough to seat four people. Song Ruochen was sitting by the window, with a laptop on his lap, typing occasionally, and his eyes were light.

"Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen reported the work, "There is a charity dinner tonight in City A. The theme is to support the desert areas."

"There is no time to rush back tonight." Jian Feng said, "Let's just donate some things that are needed by the people in the desert areas."

"Don't worry, it's done." Song Ruochen said, "I donated the yacht to the desert area in the name of Mr. Jian and his wife." [

Donate the ship together! ]

Jian Feng: "?"

Jian Yuheng: ":)"

Jian Yuheng turned his head and covered his mouth.

Song Ruochen glanced sideways and happened to meet Jian Yuheng's gaze. The other person's gaze wavered and stopped on his face.

Jian Yuheng suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheek a few times with his thumb.

It hurt a little. Song Ruochen's back was pressed against the car window and he couldn't drive any further.

"Does Secretary Song's meeting minutes have it written on his face?" Jian Yuheng said mockingly.

"...Huh?" Song Ruochen was stunned for a moment.

Jian Yuheng patted his palm lightly, and Gong Huo handed over a small mirror.

"Did I scratch my face?" Song Ruochen asked the system, "It's okay if he doesn't wipe it off. After wiping it, he rubs out the blush for me."

[So tender~Little Grape~]

"Is he too strong?" Song Ruochen thought. .

"Secretary Song, remember to contact the aircraft maintenance." Jian Feng said, "The business trip is over."

Jian Feng was obviously relieved. After all, after losing face in City C, it would be better to live in another city.

-As

soon as the plane landed in city A, Song Ruochen received a notification from the system.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully helping the protagonist Gong Shou survive the "business trip" plot safely. 】

【The protagonist's attack and reception value panel has been updated. ]

[Emotional score +20, tacit understanding +20, autism +10]

Song Ruochen: "Why has autism increased?"

[I don't know, it doesn't matter, we have the money. ]

[It takes 20 minutes for the rollback coin purse to arrive in your account, and it can be used 15 times in a single day. 】

"I'm rich again." Song Ruochen said, "Take a rest. Tomorrow night we will pick up the sick little bamboo horse that the protagonist attacks."

Song Ruochen used the excuse that "the novel he liked is unfinished" to take a day off and lie down until the next day. In the evening, we took a taxi to the airport.

On the way, Yan Ci sent him a message.

[Yan Ci]: 0.0*

[Yan Ci]: It's getting colder. Secretary Song should buy some new clothes.

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o Do so many, I can't finish them.

[Yan Ci]: 0.0.

[Song Ruochen]: Do more, I'll change them every hour.

[Yan Ci]: Little Putao is so good. *0.0*, play games?

[Song Ruochen]: Madam, let's play tomorrow. I'm at the airport right now, carrying out an important mission.

After greeting the wrong five people, Song Ruochen finally met the protagonist's little bamboo horse at the airport.

In the late autumn weather, Meng Yumian was wrapped in a thick down jacket and huddled in a wheelchair.

"Hello." Song Ruochen stepped forward, "Is this Meng Yumian? Mr. Jian asked me to pick you up."

The original book only said that the illness was weak, but it was not expected that it was serious enough to require a wheelchair?

"Ahem...I am." Xiao Zhuma looked around and coughed a little exaggeratedly, "Brother Jian, isn't he here?"

"Mr. Jian is very busy recently, let me pick you up." Song Ruochen said in a reliable tone He said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

He took care of the wild cat downstairs in the dormitory. For a whole year, the wild cat was still alive.

Meng Yumian looked up at Secretary Song's cold side face and said with disappointment: "...Okay."

However, this seems to be the president's secretary. With such a high rank, he should be very good at taking care of others.

"Let's go, I'll take you to your apartment." Song Ruochen pushed the sick beta's wheelchair.

What a heavy wheelchair.

Song Ruochen took a deep breath, luckily, and pushed hard, and the wheelchair was launched.

In a high-end residence in downtown A, Jian Yuheng took a comfortable bath after a busy day.

Song Ruochen was probably tired from this business trip. Song Ruochen was very calm today and did not show up in the company.

I'm used to that cold face hanging in front of me, but I didn't see it today, and I always feel that the company is a bit boring.

Jian Yuheng put on his clothes and poured himself some red wine. Sometimes, it was quite interesting to watch Secretary Song make trouble for his brother.

jingle.

Jian Yuheng (naked) stood back in the bathroom.

Jian Yuheng: "..."

Song Ruochen chased the wheelchair on the downhill road outside the airport.

Meng Yumian: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

from me from me from me!" Song Ruochen shouted, "I forgot to insert the save point."

Ding dong.

Jian Yuheng (naked) (wet) lay back in the bathtub.

On the downhill road outside the airport.

Meng Yumian: "Cough...? Cough, cough, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

."

jingle.

Jian Yuheng (naked) (wet) (bubble) (peaceful) lay flat in the bathtub.

Chapter 22 Shelter from wind and rain

Jian Yuheng spent ten minutes playing with the faucet, ten minutes soaking in shower gel, and another ten minutes pumping water in the bath.

After making sure there was no movement, he got out of the water.

It feels so good to put on the clothes again. The ancestors of mankind may have been so excited when they put on the leaves for the first time.

The phone's ringtone seemed to have been ringing for several minutes. Jian Yuheng walked over and answered the phone.

"Where is the person?" His mother asked on the phone, "Did the phone fall between the beds? Are you not even willing to answer the phone?"

"No." Jian Yuheng said, "I'm afraid that the answer will be in vain."

His mother: "?"

Okay A minority view.

"Let's go home for dinner tomorrow." Mom said, "I haven't been back for a long time. Come back and cook what you like."

"?...Okay, I'll go back tomorrow." Jian Yuheng said.

He chatted with his mother for a few words before hanging up the phone.

-

City A Airport.

Enthusiastic college student passers-by pushed Meng Yumian's wheelchair and left the airport with Song Ruochen.

"Thank you." Song Ruochen said.

College students are all willing to help others, and if you grab one, you can be super helpful.

"Can you do it?" the college student said, "This wheelchair is relatively heavy, the wheels are not sensitive, and it is not easy to push."

​​"It's okay, I can do it." Song Ruochen pushed Meng Yumian's suitcase and pointed to the car on the roadside, "Already We're here, let's go by car."

"Okay." The alpha college student waved cheerfully, "Bye~"

Secretary Song nodded with a smile.

"Young Master Meng." Song Ruochen turned around and looked at Meng Yumian, "We finally... have arrived at the airport safely. I will take you back to your residence now."

"...Okay." Meng Yumian said.

According to Song Ruochen's understanding of the novel, Meng Yumian is not a bad person. He is just accustomed to relying on others. He relies on his parents at home and his brothers when he goes out. He has no ability to take care of himself.

It's okay, Secretary Song will protect him from the wind and rain.

"Young Master Meng, I will carry you into the car." Song Ruochen said.

As expected of the CEO's secretary, she was very meticulous in handling matters. Meng Yumian smiled and nodded.

Fortunately, with Secretary Song, City A suddenly had a human touch.

Song Ruochen leaned over, let Meng Yumian put his arm on his shoulders, and began to drag the person to the car.

Meng Yumian: "...?"

He felt like he was the plow plowing the ground of the airport.

"Please take a seat." Song Ruochen said, "Put your luggage for you."

Song Ruochen called the driver and put Meng Yumian's luggage and wheelchair into the trunk.

"Let's go." Song Ruochen said.

As soon as the car drove out, his phone vibrated -

[J]: Secretary Song, hand in the business trip report tomorrow.

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o

[Song Ruochen]: I have nothing to report.

[J]:.

[J]: The people on the board of directors are very keen to know the details of this business trip.

[Song Ruochen]: Seeing is believing, hearing is believing. If you want to know so much, why not follow along?

[J]:...

[J]: Song Ruochen, do you want to be short of zero for your salary this month?

jingle.

[Song Ruochen]: Okay, Mr. 2. I'll finish the report tonight.

[J]: Well, when writing a report, you should concentrate on it and finish it in one go.

[Song Ruochen]: Vomiting.

"Song Ruochen" withdrew a message.

[Song Ruochen]: Oh.

[Song Ruochen]: Wrong typo, sorry.

It doesn't matter, just write, it won't bother him.

Damn, I was distracted. From the moment I got in the car to now, I forgot to take care of the little bamboo horse.

He has used this commercial vehicle frequently recently and has sufficient supplies.

"Young Master Meng, are you thirsty?" Song Ruochen opened the car refrigerator.

Meng Yumian looked at the ice Coke, ice Sprite, and ice orange juice in the refrigerator and was stunned: "Secretary Song, I can't drink ice..."

A pack of plums (plus) was thrust into his hand.

"If you're thirsty, take a look at this." Song Ruochen said.

Meng Yumian: "..."

-

It was a good idea to let Song Ruochen write the report. Jian Yuheng spent the rest of the night at once.

The next morning, Assistant Gong asked for leave on the grounds that "the novel he liked was unfinished", and Jian Yuheng drove back to Jian's house.

After dinner, his mother, Ms. Rong Xin, naturally asked about his compatibility -

Jian Yuheng: "Yan Fan and others will be fired, and the remaining people will receive a performance warning..."

"Good performance deduction, how about your compatibility test?" How are you?" His mother asked.

"I've taken the test, and there's nothing suitable right now." Jian Yuheng handed over his phone, "Look, there are a few good matches, but they all ignored me."

The chat list displayed on the phone screen was all "nervous" Idiot" and "vomit."

"Okay." His mother said disappointedly, "I didn't expect my son to be so unpopular... Huh?"

The message list moved, and a new message popped up.

[Social Animal]: Hi~ Hello, leader.

Jian Yuheng: "?"

"100% match?" Ms. Rong Xin was surprised, "Then we can chat with someone, maybe he is an interesting person?"

Jian Yuheng hummed perfunctorily. To say that he was interesting, Song Ruochen, who was too lively, seemed More fun.

He responded with a cold message.

[Leader]: Is something wrong?

He has no interest in omegas of unknown origin.

[Social Animal]: Brother, are you running a company? Do you have a work report template?

[Social Animal]: Help.

Jian Yuheng: "..."

The skills of working as a worker are all obtained by begging for food?

However, as long as you are not looking for him to fall in love, it's not like he can't help.

Jian Yuheng pulled out a work report he had written from his computer, concealed the company and business information, and sent it to someone.

[Social Animal]: Great, so detailed. You are truly a leader.

[Social Animal]: Thanks, brother.

[Leader]: Yeah.

[Social Animal]: Do you want to repay the favor?

[Leader]: No, we won't talk about it.

[social animal]: good.

-

An art museum in the urban area of ​​City A.

Song Ruochen sat on the chair and crackled to report.

[I'm impressed with you, little Putao. ]

[I actually used a dating app to inquire about work. ]

"What's that?" Song Ruochen said, "The seniors in our school often go to the dating app to recruit experimental subjects."

[6]

"It's done." Song Ruochen sent the work report to the board of directors by email, "deadline There is no doubt about the efficiency of the first half hour."

"I will go to work later in the afternoon." Song Ruochen decided.

Just