Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

Yan Feng sneered: "Since you know it's not elegant—"

"It's okay, I understand, after all, there's nothing you can do about it. Who made your mouth smell so bad that even brushing your teeth won't help?" Wen Zheyan interrupted Yan Feng's words, and sighed, "Don't blame me for talking too much, the main reason is that I don't want to talk too much. To remind you, others are too embarrassed to remind you. Helping you recognize yourself is much more important than being an elegant gentleman."

After Wen Zheyan finished speaking, he didn't give Yan Feng a chance at all, and just got up and walked to the side.

Seeing this, Yi Ziye, who was sitting at another table, hurriedly came to Wen Zheyan's side and asked, "Why are you up? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, there is a dog on my table. I'm afraid he will bite me." Wen Zheyan said, "I'll go to the toilet. When I come back, there will be more people, so I won't be afraid. And there are too few people on the table at this time." Now, other people keep staring at me."

Yi Ziye was taken aback.

He subconsciously looked at the table where Wen Zheyan was sitting before.

dog?

Dogs can't enter the convention venue, right?

Yi Ziye vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he had never seen Wen Zheyan scold anyone like this, so he thought it was a real dog.

"That's fine." Yi Ziye patted Wen Zheyan's shoulder, "You try to go back as soon as possible. Although Mr. Yan is here, he is a newcomer in the circle after all, and it's not good to be seated late. I'll ask. The security guard on the side, see if there is a dog sneaking in."

Wen Zheyan couldn't help smiling, and grabbed Yi Ziye, "Forget it, after all, it was brought in by the higher-ups, and it won't look good when it happens."

"Well. Then you go quickly."

As Yi Ziye said, he looked at the table again.

For such a long time before, he obviously didn't even see the shadow of a dog... But now the one sitting on the table...

There is only Yan Feng, the younger brother of President Yan.

Ok……

Wouldn't it be what he thought?

Wen Zheyan didn't know that Yi Ziye had guessed the truth.

He went to the bathroom for a walk.

There were quite a lot of people in the bathroom. When Wen Zheyan washed his hands, he greeted several people and fully felt the enthusiasm of everyone.

When Wen Zheyan returned to his seat, there were already several people sitting around him, so Yan Feng would naturally not reprimand Wen Zheyan in front of the people around him.

Wen Zheyan looked aside.

He didn't know anyone well, but a few of them seemed to be executives of Star Entertainment. Occasionally, they looked at Wen Zheyan and smiled faintly. He didn't have any doubts about why Wen Zheyan was sitting here.

Wen Zheyan smiled back.

Several people chatted casually.

Soon, the annual meeting will begin.

The theme of this year's annual meeting is rainbow-colored secret love. The host is the gold medal host of Star Entertainment. As soon as he took the stage, he began to liven up the atmosphere and talked about the little things about the secret love at the beginning.

Wen Zheyan didn't feel much about this topic, and lacked interest.

Yan Feng approached again annoyingly, and asked: "Zheyan's crush is not my brother, is it?"

Wen Zheyan glanced at him.

It's funny too.

Yan Feng can be regarded as deflated after eating here several times, but every time it turns out to be like a goldfish's memory, and he can come to him next time.

"Since you don't speak, it's your acquiescence."

Yan Feng chuckled lightly, nodded and said, "Indeed, I don't know that a boy as good-looking as Zheyan, who can have the honor of being secretly in love with you?"

Wen Zheyan said lightly: "Aren't I right here with him? You have time to care about other people's emotional life, why not pay more attention to your own."

Yan Feng was taken aback, and showed a meaningful expression: "Then Zheyan, don't say such things next time, or I will think you are jealous..."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

mouth area.

it is good.

As expected of you.

This fucking can still be tough.

Wen Zheyan smiled slightly: "Are you not afraid of flashing your tongue when you talk? And the brain is a disease that needs to be cured."

He suddenly remembered Yan Feng's difficulty in the original book, and hurriedly added, "You don't have to worry about me getting jealous. After all, one of you is a group president and the other is a hotel manager, let alone your brother is much more handsome than you."

Yan Feng's face instantly sank.

"So what if he's the president? It's not like he doesn't have shares." Yan Feng gritted his teeth.

Wen Zheyan: "You have?"

Yan Feng: "..."

In the original book, Yan Liqun, the father of Yan Rong and Yan Feng, is a very shrewd person.

Like Yan Rong's mother, Tan Xiang, he disliked the elder son and doted on the younger son, but only in words.

He is well aware of Yan Feng's shortcomings in his mind, and he understands that the company cannot be handed over to Yan Feng, so he maintains the current balance on the surface—the eldest son Yan Rong works for the company and has a considerable say in the company, and the younger His son Yan Feng is doted on, but has no real power.

The shares were firmly held by Yan Liqun.

Even the major shareholders in the group don't know much about this matter.

Everyone thought that the group would be handed over to Yan Rong in the future, and the shares had naturally been handed over to Yan Rong.

Yan Feng said coldly: "You have a good relationship with my brother, and he even told you about it?"

"Ah? Really?" Wen Zheyan said in surprise, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just said that casually, but I didn't expect it to be true. Thank you for telling me."

Yan Feng: "..."

Yan Feng was about to be laughed out of anger.

He said lightly: "You know that he has no shares, so you should also know that my parents are on my side. When Yan Rong has no use value, the whole group will be mine. Even if I am the manager now Why, in the future, he can only eat the food leaked from my palm!"

"Oh." Wen Zheyan said indifferently, "Then come to me when you're awesome."

Ha ha.

Yan Feng was a little naive.

So what if he is rich?

If you don't know anything about finance and hold shares in your hands, won't it still directly bring down the company?

In the original book, Yan Rong's thoughts were imprisoned and brainwashed, and his parents stood there. He has always indulged Yan Feng. Even if he knew that the company would not be his own in the future, he would still work hard. Otherwise, Yan Feng would not have time to talk to Yan Xingzhou in love?

It will be different after you can.

Wen Zheyan still doesn't believe that he can't blow the pillow wind anymore!

With his efforts, Yan Rong will definitely be able to leave this group of vampires successfully!

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Wen Zheyan glanced at the cameras around him, and sneakily took out his phone.

It was from Yan Rong.

Yan Rong: "Annual meeting?"

Wen Zheyan's gloom in chatting with Yan Feng before dissipated immediately: "Yes. Your father nods.jpg"

Yan Rong: "Let me tell you something. There will be news about you from Yan Xingzhou tonight. I have countermeasures on my side, but I don't plan to suppress it directly. I plan to fight back when this incident becomes serious. You Just don't go online."

Yan Xingzhou wants to target him?

Wen Zheyan suddenly remembered the backstage of the Dawning Light Finals: "Is it the thing where the clothes got dirty?"

"right"

"Okay, then I won't go to Weibo."

Wen Zheyan didn't have a hobby of checking Weibo at first, and only occasionally went up to take a look, so it didn't have much influence.

The conversation between the two came to an end.

Wen Zheyan rubbed the phone with his hand.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what topic to bring up...

Yan Rong: "Is the annual meeting fun?"

Wen Zheyan: "Your brother is really annoying."

The news of the two people was sent out almost at the same time.

Wen Zheyan was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and said, "It's not very fun, but I got to know a lot of stars and exchanged contact information, which can be regarded as rewarding. By the way, I will wear the clothes you sent It’s on, it’s so beautiful! Many people praised it!”

Yan Rong: "Well, Yan Feng went to trouble you again?"

Wen Zheyan: "That's how he is. It's not like you don't know it. As long as it's yours, he will come and dig it twice."

When Wen Zheyan typed this line, he didn't think much about it, but just stated the facts.

Yan Rong, who received this news, looked at the five words "as long as it is yours", and his eyes darkened a little.

He held the mobile phone in one hand, and gently touched the screen of the mobile phone with the fingertips of the other hand, staring at the words, a little lost in thought. After a while, Yan Rong heard Ding Wei's voice, and then came back to his senses. Look at Wen Zheyan's name again.

Zheyan.

Yan Yan...

Yan Rong raised his head and said to Ding Wei: "Work overtime tonight. I want to go back to China early."

Ding Wei: "..."

day.

Although he also wanted to go back early, this was already the first few classes he had added!

I'm going bald!

……

In the next period of time, Wen Zheyan keenly noticed that the frequency of Yan Rong's replies became lower.

Yan Rong is probably busy.

As for the annual meeting, the host also stepped off the stage directly, like an interview, and mentioned the crushes of several well-known celebrities present, apparently intending to ask most of them.

Wen Zheyan put the phone away.

After a while, the host came to Wen Zheyan's side, his eyes lit up: "Wow, isn't this our Qing Yun real person?"

Wen Zheyan, who was called, stood up with a smile.

The host said: "Has the real person ever had any secret love experience? Or is it that our handsome guy doesn't have a secret love... Wait, you stand here and don't move, I will move to the side."

Everyone around laughed.

The host is 1.7 meters tall. He is a well-known short man in the hosting industry. He usually puts on a booster pad when he goes out. Standing next to Wen Zheyan, who is 1.8 meters [-], looks like Alexander, so he just made such a little joke by himself.

Wen Zheyan watched a lot of cross talks before, so she followed the host and started throwing jokes, and the two of them made everyone around laugh.

Live interface.

"...The joke that Wen Zheyan said is a cross talk meme, right?"

"By the way, what is Wen Zheyan's position? I thought he was an idol at first, but I found out that he is also good at acting. .”

"I was paralyzed from laughing. It was the first time I saw such a good-looking person talk about cross talk."

"Why are you still participating in the Light of the Dawn? You go to participate in the cross talk, there are newcomers, and come back with a champion."

The people at the scene were a little more reserved.

Wen Zheyan got the microphone and answered the host's previous question: "I don't have a crush right now."

"Not now? Then there was before! Say it quickly!"

"In the past..." Wen Zheyan deliberately paused, and then said, "In the past, there were indeed. He... is a very good person."

"Is this the end???" The host was obviously dissatisfied with this answer.

People around also started booing.

Wen Zheyan smiled shyly and said: "He is a very tough person. In my opinion, no matter what happens in reality, he will not be defeated, but at the same time, he is also someone I really want...to take care of People. Is this going to be aired?"

"What do you say?"

"Then cut this paragraph out. I don't have a crush, no."

"Hahahaha. It sounds like a very cool girl. I didn't expect Zheyan to like this type."

Wen Zheyan touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"What about the end? How are you doing? Have you confessed your love?"

later?

Later he became his father.

Of course, Wen Zheyan didn't dare to say.

Wen Zheyan said truthfully, "No confession."

"Oh, it's a pity. If a boy like Zheyan confesses his love, no girl will refuse. Oh, look who I saw. Isn't this Zou Yinghou?" .

Wen Zheyan heaved a sigh of relief.

He drooped his long eyelashes, sat back in his seat, touched the cool mobile phone on the table with his fingers, and thought, is this my confession?

...Uh, it doesn't count, does it?

After all, he didn't tell the parties directly.

Wen Zheyan sighed inwardly.

He originally thought that he would have to struggle for another two days, but he didn't expect to be provoked by Yan Feng, coupled with the host's booing, he would say so.

Thinking about it again, it seems that as long as anyone who watched the live broadcast of the annual meeting knows it now, it is equivalent to the whole world knowing it...

Grass.

It's also embarrassing.