Chapter 61 Don't you want to go on a date with me?

Song Ruochen watched helplessly as Jian Feng took out his cell phone and started... recording.

Song Ruochen: "?"

No, Yi Shao, your side job is a reporter.

[You seem to be being treated as a target. 】

【It's really a turn of events. ]

Taking advantage of his shock, Jian Yuheng quickly sat down on the empty seat next to him, blocking his hope of returning to the Maozao Grape Area.

Song Ruochen: "No..."

Jian Yuheng laid out a chocolate crispy cake: "The movements I just made were very smooth, and I didn't leave you a landing place to turn back. If you turn back, we have to start from scratch somewhere. Demonstrated. "

That makes sense, Song Ruochen thought.

【Don't be convinced so easily. ]

"Does your friend want one?" Jian Yuheng conjured up another one.

【Thank you for the hospitality! ]

"Can you eat cake?" Song Ruochen was shocked.

[Pick it back and feed it to the boss system! 】

"Okay, I'm sick... Bah, students." On the stage, Dr. Yuan Zhong said, "Next, we will demonstrate how to deal with the susceptible period of alpha urgently."

Dr. Yuan Zhong: "Let's start pumping..."

" Teacher." Song Ruochen raised his hand, "I think we should give the student who raised his hand the most actively a chance."

Bai Cai's face turned pale.

"That's okay." Doctor Yuan said, "Here, Deputy Director Bai, come on."

Bai Cai: "..."

"AOs have different physical qualities, and their aggressiveness and danger are also different." Doctor Yuan said, "So , the handling methods are also different."

Doctor Yuan: "Normally, just isolate the alpha from the crowd."

"Teacher." Song Ruochen raised his hand, "The normal situation is in the book, I want to see the extreme situation

. Cai: "You..."

"Yes, in extreme cases, an unconscious alpha may need to be beaten to wake up, and then injected with inhibitors after regaining consciousness." Dr. Yuan said, "Does anyone want to cooperate with Deputy Director Bai? "

All the employees in the advertising department raised their hands.

"Deputy Director Cai." Song Ruochen said, "You are quite popular."

Bai Cai's face turned red with anger.

Jian Yuheng leaned back on the chair leisurely, watching the little secretary peck someone.

Because of the hugging during the drill just now, there are still many people in the conference hall peeking at them. Song Ruochen obviously felt it. He sat up straighter than usual and ate more gracefully than usual.

Afraid that Bai Cai would be beaten to death, Dr. Yuan called Meng Yumian, who looked harmless, to demonstrate.

Meng Yumian pushed the wheelchair and hit Bai Cai.

"Bad boy." Song Ruochen used his arm to turn Jian Yuheng around. "I have an idea. Can we invent inhibitor boxing gloves? One punch can increase critical hit suppression. There is also an inhibitor neck ring. Crazy A can bite it in one bite. Just wake up."

"You are the secretary." Jian Yuheng said, "Don't take the job of Minister of Punishment."

"Is it true that no one can do it?" Song Ruochen said. "

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"Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen turned around and said, "Turn off the live broadcast."

Jian Feng: "Oh, okay."

"That's right." Song Ruochen leaned into Jian Yuheng's ear and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do with Bai Cai? "

Just recently." Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen has been quite happy to talk to Jian Yuheng recently. This person is much taller than him, but he lowers his head when talking. He doesn't use many professional terms like quack, quack, quack, etc. when he speaks, and he can understand it if he has ears.

"Xiao Shi will punish the benefactor who stole Secretary Song's plan." Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen: "Benefactor?"

"Enemy, Secretary Song heard wrongly." Jian Yuheng said.

When did the Second Young Master learn the ability to talk nonsense?

Song Ruochen's eyes wandered, stopping on the twitching Adam's apple on the alpha's neck.

The dappled light and shadow of the setting sun shone through the window on Jian Yuheng's body.

I'm thirsty, it's time to drink water.

There happened to be a glass of water in front of Song Ruochen that Jian Feng had just poured, and he reached out to bring it over.

Good guy, it's boiling water. Mr. Jane doesn't know how to pour it, so don't pour it.

His hand shook, and a drop of water fell on the back of his hand, burning it red.

[Ding Dong. 】

Three seconds ago.

Dr. Song cured himself.

As soon as he put his paw back on the table, Jian Yuheng grabbed his wrist. Jian Yuheng grabbed his hand, put it on her leg, and rubbed it gently with her thumb.

Song Ruochen: "..."

What is this? Is this also the alpha's possessiveness after the temporary mark?

Then press it, it's quite comfortable.

"Okay, everyone." Dr. Yuan Zhong pushed away the battered Bai Cai, "This is the end of our staff training this year."

Song Ruochen withdrew his hand.

It's time to go home after get off work.

He happily returned home with the employee training gift bag in his arms, took a shower as usual, and lay on the sofa watching TV with a lollipop in

his mouth. His body was very tired, but his mind was quite clear.

Well, the night is quite long. Why didn't I realize that Secretary Song's house was so big before?

So boring.

When he was in City O, he was on a business trip and had fun at the same time. He spent his free time at night wandering around the scenic spots near the hotel, and Jian Yuheng was with him.

He huddled on the sofa, and the temporary mark on the gland on the back of his neck seemed to be passed through by a tiny electric current, which made him unbearable.

Oops, he didn't seem to adapt to the transition from the excitement of two people to a night alone.

At this point, if they were in City O, he and Jian Yuheng would still be buying roasted mushrooms at the food stall downstairs.

Song Ruochen: "Hey."

Forget it, TV is pretty boring, it's better to sleep.

The phone screen on the coffee table lights up.

[Jian Yuheng]: Report, thirty minutes of silky swimming (not repeated).

[Song Ruochen]: That's right.

[Jian Yuheng]: [Photo]

What? A swimsuit?

Song Ruochen clicked on the picture.

Ah, what a disappointment, it's a swimming ring.

Wait, what am I disappointed about?

[Song Ruochen]: If you forward this swimming circle, you will be as comfortable as Er Shao in the rest of your life.

[Jian Yuheng]: ...

[Jian Yuheng]: Does Secretary Song want to learn swimming?

Song Ruochen had some thoughts, but he never went.

[Jian Yuheng]: I have a swimming pool and a swimming ring here.

[Jian Yuheng]: There is also a swimming coach. [Photo]

A picture of swimsuit broke into Song Ruochen's sight unexpectedly.

I'm convinced, this guy has laid so much groundwork, just for this picture.

She has a really good figure, her limbs are slender, and her muscles are well-proportioned, especially her abdominal muscles. The shape is really nice, and these swimming trunks are black.

[Jian Yuheng]: Baojiaohui.

[Jian Yuheng]: Do you want to come and play?

Song Ruochen: "..."

[Song Ruochen]: Let's talk about it when we have time.

[Jian Yuheng]: Then doesn't Secretary Song want to live in a pool?

[Song Ruochen]: Mr. Er, I am dedicated to the company.

Song Ruochen quit the chat.

Recently... I've been quite busy. I have to participate in a joint exhibition and beat up the mole. I'll go learn how to swim when I'm done.

Yes, just learning to swim.

The boss teaches employees to do things that are reasonable and should be done.

Song Ruochen was lying on the sofa, and the temporary mark on the back of his neck began to make its presence felt again.

It's really... I can't even sleep anymore.

-Song

Ruochen is really busy.

Maozaopu Studio used the 3 million start-up capital from Maoguai Weibo to recruit a rough team, and used an extremely simple mechanism to create a time-killing game for the mentally retarded.

After discussing with Maoguai Dazao, Song Ruochen gave up the traditional game distribution channels and promoted the game mini program through group chat.

Soon, after finishing all this work, the day of the joint exhibition arrived.

As the president's secretary, Song Ruochen attended this joint exhibition together with Jian Yuheng and Jian Feng.

City A attaches great importance to this exhibition and has laid out a wide space to accommodate many first-tier companies across the country.

The exhibition site was divided into two parts: the conference hall and the exhibition hall. Jian Feng went to the exhibition hall, while Song Ruochen took Jian Yuheng to the conference hall.

Song Ruochen: "?"

Song Ruochen retreated behind Jian Yuheng.

"I'm sorry." Song Ruochen said, "I rushed too hard."

"Mr. Song, are you still embarrassed?" Jian Yuheng straightened his tie.

This A is wearing a suit and leather shoes today, and he is full of aura. Along the way, many reporters' cameras glanced over. Jian Yuheng smiled and nodded calmly.

"You sit down first." Jian Yuheng pulled out the stool, "I'm going to try out the equipment that I'll be showing later."

Song Ruochen: "Okay."

He sat quietly, cosplaying the original version of Secretary Song, until a man yelled next to him. Voice.

"What's in the report?" the man said angrily, "I'm not paying you a salary to raise waste. I'll give you five minutes to make quick changes. Later, you can help me pick up the children, send documents, check finances, check manpower, and then plan the itinerary and book flights. "

Song Ruochen: "It's so pitiful, you are so handicapped."

"?"

"What does it have to do with me teaching our secretary Nan Chi?" Tong Hao said.

Song Ruochen then raised his head to look at the two people next to him.

"This is Nan Chi's job." The person who was taught the lesson said, "It's an honor for me that the leader is willing to teach. It has nothing to do with Secretary Song."

"You're welcome." Song Ruochen said.

The working environment in Nanchi is too unfriendly to secretaries.

In this comparison, the second young master was really kind to him.

Tong Hao lectured for another half minute, leaving jobs for five people, then glared at Song Ruochen and left in a hurry.

"Why is he staring at me?" Song Ruochen asked, "Didn't he use my plan well?"

[...]

"Everyone in the industry says that Secretary Song is very capable." Next to him, Nan Chi's Secretary Li spoke up, "I You don't seem to see it. Where is your strength?"

"Then you don't belong to the industry." Song Ruochen said, "You are not professional."

Secretary Li: "..."

The secretaries of the presidents of two major Internet companies met and started communicating. The young reporters focused their cameras on this side.

"They are all tool men. Secretary Song doesn't need to be too proud." Secretary Li said, "Let me see, Secretary Song hasn't completed any projects in recent years? Let me see, Secretary Song, you are a bit unworthy of your reputation." "

Yes. " Ah." Song Ruochen said, "You don't even have a name. You must be jealous."

Secretary Li: "..."

He is indeed quite jealous.

During this period, the reputation of Xiaoshi Group's Secretary Song has spread more and more on the Internet.

Song Ruochen is just a secretary, a consumable product of the company, and a tool for the boss. How can his reputation surpass that of the boss?

"I have a project." Song Ruochen said.

"Secretary Song's level." Secretary Li sneered, "I can't compliment you."

That advertising plan almost killed Nan Chi.

How good can a TV series directed by Song Ruochen be?

Song Ruochen folded Jian Yuheng's name tag on the table and played with it without paying any attention to it.

"Second Young Master." The staff of the joint exhibition guided Jian Yuheng over, "Your seat is over here."

The staff put the name tag with "Secretary to the President Song Ruochen" on the work table next to it with its own shorthand computer, "Song Secretary, your place is here."

Secretary Li laughed.

I can sit in the wrong position, Xiaoshi's secretary is so unprofessional.

"It's okay." Jian Yuheng said, "No need to change, I'll sit next to you."

Secretary Li: "?"

"Give me green tea and give Secretary Song a glass of warm water." Jian Yuheng said to the staff.

"Okay, Second Young Master," the staff member said.

Jian Yuheng sat down at the secretary's desk, turned on the computer, and wrote two sentences of the meeting report.

"Second Young Master." Song Ruochen said, "Save some work."

He couldn't find any fake work now.

Jian Yuheng: "I'll leave you a layout, you seem to be very good at this."

Song Ruochen: "..."

"Xiaolu's short play will be online tomorrow." Jian Yuheng said, "I just contacted a friend and businessman, they want to watch it Ads will be inserted into the playback volume."

"Only three," Song Ruochen said, "First come, first served."

Secretary Li next to her sneered.

The screen of the mobile phone in his hand lit up, and there was a message from Mr. Tong.

[Tong Hao]: Stare at Jian Yuheng and Song Ruochen and listen to what they are discussing.

[Tong Hao]: Pay close attention to your competitors and don't just sit there.

"Is Secretary Song free this weekend?" Jian Yuheng asked while typing.

Song Ruochen lowered his head: "No..."

"When will Secretary Song be free?" Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen: "When you...are not free."

Jian Yuheng smiled happily.

"Really?" Jian Yuheng said, "Does Secretary Song just don't want to date me?"

Chapter 62: Withdrawing a first kiss

Song Ruochen: "..."

No, have you ever seen someone ask someone into the swimming pool on the first date?

"The swimming pool is a very memorable place for me." Jian Yuheng guessed that he was speechless. "There, I experienced the first retreat in my life."

Jian Yuheng: "I couldn't get to the shore."

Jian Yuheng: "Later, I found my shore."

Song Ruochen: "."

"Now I want to share this commemorative significance with Secretary Song who also has the same commemorative significance." Jian Yuheng said.

"You can't stand it anymore, stop coming!"

The grapevine slapped Jian Yuheng's thigh.

Jian Yuheng made people angry and couldn't help laughing.

In countless shots, Jian Yuheng covered her mouth with the b-box gesture to suppress laughter.

Secretary Li next to him: "?"

[Tong Hao]: Did you hear something?

[Secretary Li]: Swimming pool, life, sharing, meaning.

[Secretary Li]: That's all I heard.

Their voices were so low that they sounded like they were talking about love.

[Tong Hao]: Do you want to share the swimming pool and sell the meaning of life?

[Tong Hao]: Xiaoshi has so many ideas.

Secretary Li felt that something was wrong.

The voice of the system came from Song Ruochen's head.

[It is monitored that the host's heart rate becomes faster. ]

"Turn off the monitoring." Song Ruochen said.

[Modern version of hiding one's ears and stealing the bell. ]

"Do you feel that the Second Young Master has changed recently?" Song Ruochen asked the system.

[Retrieving data——]

[Second Young Master's recent changes include: he tanned a little; his myopia increased by 1 degree]

"It's not this kind of change." Song Ruochen said.

How should I put it? Jian Yuheng said she liked him before, but she just told him that she didn't seem to have any intention of liking him.

But now, Jian Yuheng seemed to be testing his attitude frequently, and her... desire for him became more and more obvious.

"System, check the villain's love value." Song Ruochen said.

[The villain's love value is 520%, and the villain reserves this value for you. 】

【ah! (Face covering and screaming.jpg) This is the romance from a villain~]

Song Ruochen: "..."

How do you feel? After taking away a cake from Jian Yuheng, this coin purse almost changed its surname to Jian.

Wait, Jane Wallet, that sounds very auspicious.

[Ahem, seriously speaking, in this AI's opinion, Brother Huan is a very keen person. 】

【Is there a possibility that it's not that he has changed, but that he has noticed that you have changed. 】

Song Ruochen: "...Me?"

【Retrieve data. 】

【Little Putao's recent changes include: more time spent at work; salary increase; fewer steps taken; more hair; and curses. 】

Song Ruochen: "?"

Something strange was mixed in.

There is no one to refer to.

Speaking of changes...actually there are some.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did... gradually long for Jian Yuheng's proximity.

In fact, he didn't resist Jian Yuheng's approach. He was the first to break the wall between the two.

He also wanted to get close to Jian Yuheng.

Jian Yuheng was halfway through chatting about work when he found that Song Ruochen suddenly went offline.

Jian Yuheng: "Secretary Song?"

The little secretary not only didn't respond, but also smiled.

"Song Ruochen." Jian Yuheng came closer, "Where do you have to press to restart?"

"Nowhere!" Song Ruochen was startled and came back.

The little secretary has been startled recently without realizing it, like a frightened rabbit.

"I just received news that there are currently only three businesses willing to place advertisements in Xiaolu's skits." Jian Yuheng said, "A home furnishing brand, a toy brand, and a mobile phone brand."

"That's enough." Song Ruochen said, "We can't squeeze in more."

"Recently, there are two dramas under Nanchi, and most businesses choose to cooperate with Nanchi." Jian Yuheng said, "Mr. Song, Xiaoshi's focus this quarter is not on entertainment. "We only have this project for you, are you stressed?"

"Yes, yes." Song Ruochen was delighted, "Young Master, can you take a vacation?"

"No," Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen wilted: "Then I don't have any pressure anymore."

Secretary Li, who was sitting next to him in the corner, heard this and became more and more frightened.

Although I could only hear a few words, the more I listened, the more I felt that after he had been provocative for a long time, Secretary Song seemed to be on a different level than him.

"Mr. Jian." The staff came over, "You are the CEO who will give the first speech at the joint exhibition."

"Okay, I'll do it." Jian Yuheng stood up.

Song Ruochen put on his cold mask and glanced indifferently at the busy Secretary Li beside him and the messy desktop.

Why didn't I know before that Bad Young Master had a talent for chatting? As soon as this person left, he immediately felt bored.

Song Ruochen looked around, seeing all serious-looking middle-aged people, so he turned his attention to Nan Chi's Secretary Li.

Song Ruochen: "Hi."

Secretary Li: "?"

Are we familiar?

"So hard work." Song Ruochen said, "Does your work count by weight?"

"Secretary Song, we all get monthly salary." Secretary Li corrected, "We don't