Metropolis: I was forced to be the villain

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

"Wait wait wait!"

After taking a shower, Jiang Yanchen lay leisurely on the bed and turned on his laptop. While studying while watching Teacher Feng's video materials, the ringing of the phone interrupted his interest in studying.

It was Song Zhiwei who called, Jiang Yanchen didn't intend to answer, but just put the phone aside after mute, and continued to study while looking at the computer screen.

It wasn't until half a pack of toilet paper was used that Jiang Yanchen uninterestedly picked up the mobile phone beside him and took a look. There were 18 missed calls and 26 WeChat messages!
Glancing out the window, it was already dark.

Unknowingly, he actually studied all afternoon. After his physique strengthened, even he himself felt shocked that it could last for so long.

Opened WeChat and looked, two of them were from Liu Muyan: "Yanchen, I live at school tonight, and some documents need to be processed!"

The rest were all from Song Zhiwei and Murong Rong, either asking him why he didn't answer the phone, or telling him to go eat quickly.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Jiang Yanchen walked to the bathroom. He definitely had to go, but he had to deliberately procrastinate and go later.

Jiang Yanchen just wanted to make Song Zhiwei and the others anxious, so that he could handle them better.

……

Inside a luxury villa.

Murong Rong was lying on the dining table, with her chin on her arm, her big eyes staring at the dishes on the table, she said with a little disappointment: "Zhiwei, you said he didn't answer the phone or reply to WeChat, will he come tonight?"

Song Zhiwei on the side supported the table with her elbows, rested her cheeks with her palms, blinked her beautiful eyes, bit her lips and sighed: "I don't know, I hope he can come!"

The two women kept waiting, but Jiang Yanchen was nowhere to be seen. The dishes on the table were already cold, and Murong Rong yawned and felt sleepy.

"Jiang Yanchen, a heart-stealing thief, we are all like this, he doesn't even come, how annoying, bastard!" Murong Rong stood up and scolded coquettishly.

As for Jiang Yanchen, he dawdled for more than two hours, and finally arrived at Song Zhiwei's villa at ten o'clock in the evening.

"Listen to you, shouldn't I come?" Jiang Yanchen suddenly appeared at the door for some reason, just in time to hear Murong Rong's words.

Hearing the voice, Song Zhiwei was overjoyed, a smile appeared on her pretty face, "You are finally here, the dishes are cold, I'll go heat them up!"

Seeing Song Zhiwei's joyful appearance, Jiang Yanchen was naturally overjoyed, isn't it easy to handle?
As for Murong Rong, she ran up to Jiang Yanchen, grabbed his arm, and pressed her body closer to Jiang Yanchen.

This sudden movement almost made Jiang Yanchen's blood surge, good guy, he almost didn't hold down the gun!
It's because Murong Rong's clothes are too cool, and her figure is so hot that most people can't stand it. Fortunately, Jiang Yanchen took Dali Pills and improved his physique, otherwise he would have sprayed two big bowls of nosebleeds on the spot!
"Since you're here, don't go back tonight. It's so late after all, what do you think?" Murong Rong pulled Jiang Yanchen to sit down, put her mouth next to the latter's ear and said with a smile.

A puff of fragrance poured into Jiang Yanchen's nostrils uncontrollably, giving him the urge to put Murong Rong on the dining table on the spot, but he resisted it.

"Stay away from me!" Jiang Yanchen kept his face stern, turning his head away.

When Song Zhiwei came over with the dishes, Murong Rong let Jiang Yanchen go and sat opposite him.

"Try it, I wonder if it suits your taste?" Song Zhiwei said softly.

Jiang Yanchen picked up the chopsticks and took two bites. He had to say that Song Zhiwei's cooking skills were pretty good, but he wouldn't say that.

"It's okay, you didn't ask me to come here just to taste the food, did you?" Jiang Yanchen put down his chopsticks and said solemnly.

It was calm above the dining table, but not under the tablecloth.

Murong Rong's feet had already reached Jiang Yanchen's knees, and they didn't stop...

Song Zhiwei didn't know about this little trick, and Jiang Yanchen didn't point it out.

Song Zhiwei squeezed out a smile on her pretty face: "Jiang Yanchen, I apologize to you, I was wrong before, I hope you can forgive me, I..."

As she said that, Song Zhiwei started to drink, as if she wanted to use the alcohol to pour out all the words she wanted to say!

One cup...two cups...

Drinking until he couldn't speak clearly, Song Zhiwei began to cry again. Seeing her pitiful and aggrieved appearance, Jiang Yanchen was also touched, and subconsciously reached out to hug Song Zhiwei.

With a gentle voice and a gentle tone, he whispered in Song Zhiwei's ear: "Okay, I forgive you."

Murong Rong at the side was dumbfounded when she saw this scene. She always thought that her best friend was innocent, but she didn't expect this trick.

"What about me? Do you really not like me?" Murong Rong pouted, staring at Jiang Yanchen with beautiful eyes, and asked seriously.

Jiang Yanchen sighed helplessly and said, "If I say I don't like it, will you give up?"

"Of course I won't give up, I will let you know how good I am!" Murong Rong patted her chest and said proudly.

Jiang Yanchen carried Song Zhiwei to the room, looked at the flushed little face, and swallowed unconsciously, he almost couldn't help but kiss her.

But he slapped himself backhanded, and walked out of the room silently. He knew he couldn't do that now, after all, there was Murong Rong outside.

"She's already drunk, do you want to taste my strength?" Murong Rong suddenly puffed up her chest, cast a wink at Jiang Yanchen, and asked in a crisp voice.

Jiang Yanchen smiled slightly and said, "You are Zhiwei's best friend!"

Murong Rong didn't take it seriously and said, "What's wrong with my girlfriend? There's no conflict between them!"

After finishing speaking, Murong Rong was about to tear his clothes, Jiang Yanchen hurriedly called to stop, even if he had a 200 physique, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm afraid of you, you stay and take care of her, I'll go first, call if I need something!"

In the car, Jiang Yanchen slapped the steering wheel violently, and cursed: "What a waste, the food is served on your face, but you dare not move your chopsticks?"

Thinking back on Murong Rong's clumsy but alluring tricks, the more Jiang Yanchen thought about it, the angrier he became. This woman is really too hot, too good at it.

With one kick of the accelerator, Jiang Yanchen drove down the street, heading towards the Linjiang villa.

In his mind, he began to think about how to trick Ye Ling, and it was best to subdue Liu Muyan before he came back.

And Murong Rong looked at Jiang Yanchen running away, not disappointed, but happy. The figure she was proud of really had a natural advantage.

"Hmph, compared to those men, my Yanchen is indeed much more pleasing to the eye!"

Murong Rong's face was full of spring, and the name she called Jiang Yanchen had also changed.

She was a woman who had already regarded herself as Jiang Yanchen.