Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

Wen Zheyan's eyes lit up.

Isn't Yan Rong on a business trip?When did you come back?

He wanted to ask, but there were still Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong sitting opposite him, so he had no choice but to move aside to make room for Yan Rong, and patted him with his hand: "Sit."

Cai Xuanpeng hesitated to speak.

Kang Rong looked back and forth between the two of them.

——Although Wen Zheyan and Yan Rong didn't say anything, the familiarity in attitude and body movements is obvious to all.

Obviously, the two have a good relationship, which can explain why a person of Yan's status came to their table and asked to share the table.

Yan Rong sat down next to Wen Zheyan.

The four people present were not low in height, sitting on the tatami mats seemed a little crowded, especially Mr. Yan's long legs, which felt like there was no place to rest, but they didn't care.

Wen Zheyan: "What do you eat?"

Yan Rong: "You order."

"Hmm." Wen Zheyan paused when he was about to hand over the menu.

He turned his head and saw a little fatigue on Yan Rong's face, knowing that Yan Rong should be quite tired now, so he recalled the content in the original book.

Actually, Wen Zheyan didn't remember Yan Rong's preferences very clearly. He just thought about it at the time. Now, referring to the menu, Wen Zheyan tentatively ordered two dishes and asked, "Mr. Yan, do you think it's okay?"

Yan Rong turned to look at Wen Zheyan: "Well, I like them all."

Wen Zheyan heaved a sigh of relief.

provoke.

Looking at the original in this way, there are actually some merits.

Yan Rong lowered his eyelids and said casually, "I heard from the program crew that Kang Rong has encountered some trouble?"

Kang Rong paused and looked at Wen Zheyan.

After all, he doesn't know Mr. Yan very well, and this matter is his personal matter. He doesn't want to mention it himself, and he is afraid that Mr. Yan will be angry, so he can only let Wen Zheyan talk about it.

"Has this matter reached you?" Wen Zheyan received the signal, took the initiative to take the conversation, with a surprised expression on his face.

Most people in the country like to spread gossip, and it is possible for people to talk about it in front of Yan Rong. He briefly said about Kang Rong, "His father is really hateful!"

Yan Rong frowned: "Indeed. What about you, did you have conflicts with them in the past?"

"What kind of conflict can I have?" Wen Zheyan said proudly, "I have four bodyguards, all of them are strong and strong, and one can fight three. His father looked at the strong outside, that is to say, Kang Rong had father and son against him. Only because of the love, he will stand up and let his father beat him."

There was a little smile in Yan Rong's eyes: "That's good."

Cai Xuanpeng and Kang Rong are not familiar with Yan Rong. The last time they met was the first assessment before, and during the assessment, Mr. Yan's cold face gave everyone a very big impact and impression, so the two sides had nothing to say.

Wen Zheyan glanced at them, and took the initiative to bring the topic to something that everyone knew: "Mr. Yan, will you come to the small assessment?"

"Well, this time I will give weight to the score. Have you prepared all the questions for the small assessment?"

"almost."

Yan Rong shifted his gaze to the two people on the opposite side.

As soon as the topic shifted to the small assessment, Cai Xuanpeng knew what to say. He and Kang Rong talked about their own situation respectively.

Wen Zheyan began to blow rainbow farts: "Kang Rong is so awesome! Every time he writes the lyrics and music, he just learned the guitar for a while when he was a child, and then he taught himself completely. This kind of talent! Too awesome! gone."

After all, Kang Rong was still old, and he coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Wen Zheyan: "Cai Xuanpeng is also very awesome! You have heard his song before and gave it 6 points. Do you have any impression?"

Yan Rong nodded.

Wen Zheyan: "That's right, his voice is highly recognizable and his skills are proficient..."

Wen Zheyan complimented the two of them, which made Cai Xuanpeng feel a little embarrassed. After the compliment, Wen Zheyan took a sip of tea and said, "Recently, both of them helped me cook a small stove. Wait until next time." In the assessment, I will definitely perform better than last time."

Yan Rong: "Yes."

Cai Xuanpeng also said: "Wen Zheyan is in good condition, singing is nice."

Kang Rong: "Yes, it is especially suitable for singing love songs."

The chatterbox was opened, and everyone's next topic became much smoother.

While speaking, Yan Rong helped Wen Zheyan handle the seafood and handed it over: "Don't just talk, eat more."

After not seeing him for a while, he always felt that Wen Zheyan had lost weight.

It seems that the timing of dismissing No. [-] was not right, at least the cook should be found before resigning.

Wen Zheyan took the seafood, lowered his body slightly, and looked up at the two people opposite him.

Fortunately, the two of them were busy eating, and no one seemed to notice such a small detail.

Wen Zheyan reciprocated, looked at Yan Rong with loving eyes, and said in a low voice: "Eat more, have you been upside down day and night lately? You look a little bad, and you have lost weight. My steak tastes good. You can try it." taste?"

Yan Rong paused: "Yes."

Wen Zheyan: Today is also a good father!

Four people had dinner.

Yan Rong still has a lot of things to deal with, so he parted ways with the three of them.

On the way back, Cai Xuanpeng smacked his lips: "I feel that Mr. Yan is not difficult to get along with, he is much gentler than in the previous assessment."

"Of course." Wen Zheyan helped his son speak, "You have to be serious when you work."

"Does that mean being serious?" Cai Xuanpeng exclaimed strangely, "To be honest, with his attitude towards Yan Xingzhou at that time, I estimate that 90.00% of the students were frightened, that is, you have a good relationship with him, so you don't think have what."

Wen Zheyan blinked.

Right.

There were also some psychological descriptions of Yan Rong in the original novel. Wen Zheyan knew that although he looked cold and possessive, he was actually very kind and thoughtful. Besides, this was a character Wen Zheyan liked very much in the novel. , how could he be afraid of him?

"But it's too coincidental. There are so many restaurants in Changshi, and the location of this restaurant is relatively remote. There are not many people at this time, and we actually met Mr. Yan."

"Isn't it?"

Wen Zheyan was startled.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

When I saw Yan Rong before, Wen Zheyan also thought that the two met by chance, but now that I think about it, there are so many high-end restaurants in Changshi, Yan Rong happened to choose this one where they were, and when he came to share a table, there must be a lot of people around him. No one with me.

Going out to eat Japanese food alone?

Or is it so far away?

Wen Zheyan took out her phone and sent a text message to Yi Ziye.

Wen Zheyan: Brother Yi, did you tell Boss Yan about my dinner?

Yi Ziye replied quickly: No, I don't even know where you went to eat. With this tone, you two had a fight?

"Looks like it's not Yi Ziye."

Just as Wen Zheyan was thinking, Yi Ziye sent another message.

Yi Ziye: Huh?Could it be that you stole food behind Mr. Yan's back and was caught by Mr. Yan?

Wen Zheyan: ...Brother, close your mind.

It was probably a coincidence.

Seeing that the two of them were already talking about the small assessment, Wen Zheyan changed the subject: "The small assessment is coming soon, practice hard tomorrow, let's work hard together!"

"Of course, the two of us have to keep our status in Class S, and you have to work hard to climb up to Class A. When the time comes when there is a performance, you will definitely vote on the spot. There are too many people behind, and there is a phenomenon of splitting votes in a group. Slowly A vicious circle will be even more detrimental to the future.”

"I know."

night.

Wen Zheyan leaned on the bed, remembering about Kang Rong, and turned on the phone to get in touch with Mr. Wen Dahai and Ms. Zou Ying, but he couldn't find the group of the three of them in the 'secret base'.

He was confused for a while, and slapped his thigh: "Day."

Kang Rong is opposite: "What's wrong?"

Wen Zheyan: "...It's nothing, I just remembered something."

He clicked on Wen Haihai's WeChat.

Wen Zheyan: Dad! ! !

Wen Zheyan: Dad! ! !When will you pull me back into the small group! ! !

The last time Wen Zheyan told Ms. Zou Ying in the group chat that he had helped get Ning Yanqing's signature, Wen Dahai kicked him out of the group chat, and he never brought him back.

Wen Dahai:?

Wen Dahai: Sorry, I forgot about you.

Wen Zheyan:?

Can you forget this!

Wen Dahai invited you to join the group chat, and there are other participants in the group chat: Zou Ying.

Wen Zheyan: Mom! ! !My dad is too much! ! !

Wen Zheyan complained passionately.

After finally finishing typing, Wen Zheyan suddenly found that he had typed the words, but there was a red exclamation mark in front of them.

Very dazzling.

And the latest above: You have been removed from the group chat.

Wen Zheyan:? ? ?

what happened!He just joined the group chat and got kicked out again?

Wen Zheyan was shocked by this operation.

He was a little dazed, and then received a call from Wen Dahai.

Wen Dahai: "I just thought about it, you'd better not reply, if you have something to talk about privately, there is nothing that cannot be done by copying and pasting, if you find it really troublesome, take a screenshot, don't delay me and your mother human world."

Wen Zheyan: "???"

dear dad.

Wen Zheyan took screenshots of all the chat records and sent them to Yan Rong.

Wen Zheyan: [Your dad cries loudly.jpg] It's too difficult for me——

Star Entertainment Office.

Yan Rong is dealing with the backlog of work from the previous few days.

Probably because the time in An Yi was too long, the directors wanted to do something. Yan Rong had been arguing with several directors in other places some time ago, and he had very little sleep time. Now that he came back, there was still so much work waiting for him, and he was bored.

He frowned slightly. When he saw a plan, he glanced at it a few times before smashing the plan expressionlessly.

Ding Wei knocked on the door and entered.

Yan Rong: "Who made that plan? Has your brain been eaten by a dog?"

"President Yan, calm down." Ding Wei put the coffee not far from Yan Rong's hand.

"Call me the manager, the project leader, and the person who wrote this plan."

Ding Wei bent down to look at the plan, and started to make a phone call.

Several people were working overtime in the company, and they were called over smoothly. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Ji Ji lying on the ground, and then saw Mr. Yan's low pressure and cold eyes.

"President Yan..."

Yan Rong said coldly: "I think your job is pretty good."

Several people looked at each other.

"With a salary that is much higher than that of my peers, I come to the company to check in every day, sit in the boss's chair, drink coffee, check Weibo, and chat with employees when I am free. Work? Just fool around, it's good, yes Bar?"

"How about your retirement?"

Everyone was too angry to say anything.

At this moment, Yan Rong's cell phone suddenly turned on, and a male voice rang out in the office.

"You don't know, I actually love you more than I imagined..."

It was the love song that Wen Zheyan sang during the assessment.

However, Yan Rong did not record the first half, and only had time to record the latter part.

Yan Rong paused.

He picked up the phone, swiped it open and looked at it.

The originally slightly angry mood eased slightly, but when he saw the back, Yan Rong let out a slightly pleasant chuckle, he tapped a few times on the phone, and said impatiently: "Okay, let's go out, the plan is rewritten, this time with Use your brains."

——Is this the end?

The few people who originally thought they were going to face the storm walked out of the office as if lost their souls.

"You pinch me?"

"—Eh, it hurts!"