Metropolis: I was forced to be the villain

At seven o'clock in the evening, night fell.

Jinghai City, in the office of the president of Tianwei Company.

There were two people sitting on the sofa, An Ran and Jiang Yanchen. There was some food on the coffee table, and both of them held a cup of coffee in their hands.

Normally, Jiang Yanchen didn't drink much coffee, especially at night, would he fall asleep after drinking it?
But today is different. He has to keep an eye on the new facial mask. After all, it is only two days away. Whether he can break through the sales record of Tang makeup depends on these two days.

According to his understanding of Xu Cong, this incident was temporarily settled by him with his star power, Xu Cong will definitely not let it go, and there will definitely be someone behind him.

And now Jiang Yanchen didn't even want to sleep at night. After all, with his physique, he wouldn't have any problems even if he stayed overnight.

What's more, Tianhou Anran was chatting with him, and with the company of beautiful women, it wouldn't be boring.

As for Song Zhiwei, she was not in the office and was accompanying the sisters who came over at the moment.

About 15 meters away from the president's office, there is a special room, not particularly large, about [-] square meters, but well-equipped inside.

Beds, tables, sofas, etc. are all equipped, just like a person's residence.

This is where Song Zhiwei used to rest. When he first started running Tianwei Company, he often worked overtime until very late, and sometimes he didn't even go home to live.

So for the convenience of resting, Song Zhiwei simply decorated such a room in the company.

Ning Ningshuang looked around, sizing up the whole room, suddenly the corners of her mouth turned up, she turned her head to look at Song Zhiwei, and said with a smile, "You have a good aesthetic!"

Murong Rong lay down on the bed as if she had arrived at her own home, forming a "big" shape.

"Zhiwei, we brought some food to supplement your nutrition. You have been busy all day, so you probably haven't eaten much!" Liu Muyan said softly, carrying two thermos buckets on the table.

"There's still something to eat!" Song Zhiwei's eyes were fixed, she couldn't help licking her mouth, and walked towards the thermos.

Huan Bing didn't speak from the beginning to the end, just crossed his arms across his chest, standing in front of the French window with slightly frowning eyebrows, looking at the dark night.

"Sister Bing, what's the matter with you?" Leng Ningshuang leaned on the sofa, raised her eyes and asked.

Hearing the sound, Huan Bing turned around slowly, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I was wondering if Tang Zhuang would use other more despicable methods."

"Don't think about it, it will definitely happen!"

While Song Zhiwei was eating, she turned her head and said, Murong Rong who was on the bed also raised her head and said in agreement: "How can those people give up, they will definitely cause trouble!"

"Then we must stop them!" Huan Bing's eyes suddenly became solid, and a coldness burst out in his eyes.

"Prevent?"

"How to stop it?"

Ning Ningshuang sat upright and asked expectantly.

"Or, I'll go..." Huan Bing narrowed his eyes suddenly, raised his hand in front of his throat, made a knife-cutting gesture, and dubbed: "Gah!"

Hearing this, Song Zhiwei, Murong Rong and Liu Muyan were all shocked.

Song Zhiwei frowned and said: "This is not good, no matter what, it is human life, and once you are found out, you can't escape!"

"I have a way. I can hide it so that they can't even find the ashes." Huan Bing suddenly sneered, and she still had the corpse powder that Jiang Yanchen had left for her.

"Sister Bing, think about it carefully, if it's so easy to solve the problem, why did Yanchen ask Tianhou Anran to live broadcast?"

"It's a murder, I'm afraid Yanchen has already started, how can we wait until now?" Ning Ningshuang turned over and lay on the back of the sofa, carefully analyzing.

Hearing this, Liu Muyan nodded and said: "Shuang'er is right, Yanchen is buying Tang Zhuang, and it is an upright acquisition. On the premise of not touching the Tang Corporation, if he kills someone, then Tang Zhuang Can the group not intervene?"

"Then tell me, what should we do? We can't wait for Tang Zhuang and his gang to come over and make trouble, right?" Huan Bing curled his mouth and sat down next to Ning Ningshuang, arms still crossed across his chest, with a pretty face There is a ray of anger on it.

"Sister Bing, why don't we ask Yanchen, maybe he has some plans." Ning Ningshuang supported Huan Bing's shoulder, blinking her big eyes, guessing.

It seemed that something was mentioned, and Huan Bing finally realized it, and asked with a frown: "What about others? Not in the company?"

Song Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, put down the chopsticks in her hand, and sighed, "I'm chatting with Tianhou! I heard that they are the relationship between the senior and the junior!"

"what?!"

Huan Bing, Murong Rong and Condensed Shuang spoke out almost at the same time, especially Huan Bing, she stood up abruptly, "I'll go and see!"

Liu Muyan hurriedly followed, she was afraid that Huan Bing would have a bad temper, so she did it directly.

In the CEO's office, Jiang Yanchen had a smile on his face, while An Ran let it go, and even intentionally showed his figure to Jiang Yanchen, trying to magnify his charming advantages.

After all, there are only a handful of men in this world like Jiang Yanchen who have a figure, good looks, temperament, charm, and money.

And Jiang Yanchen was An Ran's senior at Imperial University back then. At that time, An Ran had a good impression of him, and now some good memories have been brought back, and the emotions in his heart can no longer be suppressed.

If Jiang Yanchen hadn't declared that he already had a girlfriend, An Ran might have confessed to Jiang Yanchen.

Jiang Yanchen naturally knew what An Ran was thinking, but he didn't have that kind of thoughts. Everyone around her was better than An Ran.

If a woman like An Ran was at the beginning of his time travel, his heart might still be moved, but now that Jiang Yanchen, who has seen heavy wind and heavy rain, his heart is calm and calm.

Perhaps, An Ran also knew that she couldn't impress Jiang Yanchen, and the loss and disappointment in her heart were like a knife, cutting her heart one by one.

This kind of pain is more painful than the wounds on the body, but An Ran is not the kind of casual woman, she does not force others to like herself.

It is her right to like whoever she likes, but Jiang Yanchen has no obligation to like her.

An Ran understands this truth very well, and at the moment, she is just forcing herself to smile, after all, it is easy to get together and leave, or to say, it is much better to have no start than to end the pain after the start.

At this time, Huan Bing quickly pushed the door open and walked in, followed by Liu Muyan, and after five meters, Ning Ningshuang and Murong Rong also followed.

Hearing the movement, An Ran turned her head and looked back, her eyes were dull immediately, because Huan Bing's perfect figure made her even a woman envious!

What's more, there is Liu Muyan next to him who doesn't lose much, An Ran is completely confused, what's going on?

who am I?
where am I?
What am I going to do?
But before An Ran got the answer from her own question, Ning Shuang and Murong Rong walked in one after the other.

"Forehead……"

At this moment, An Ran once thought that she had hallucinations, and suddenly saw five beautiful women, each of whom was better than herself. Even she, who was also a woman, didn't want to look away.

Such a beautiful picture, An Ran even wanted to stop here, her throat rolled up and down, swallowing uncontrollably, but her gaze was dull.

Huan Bing glanced at Jiang Yanchen first, then turned his gaze to An Ran, without showing any expression on his pretty face, he just said indifferently: "You are the queen of heaven, An Ran? Thanks to you this time, thank you!"

Hearing Huan Bing's words, An Ran came back to his senses, "It's okay, it's a trivial matter!"

"No matter what, it's all thanks to you!" Liu Muyan also smiled and stepped forward to thank you.

Murong Rong ran to Jiang Yanchen's side, leaned into his ear, and asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with her?"

"You mean An Ran?" Jiang Yanchen squinted at Murong Rong and asked softly.

"En." Murong Rong lowered her voice again, "You don't mean to take her in, do you?"

"How is it possible? It's just an ordinary relationship between seniors and juniors. I haven't even met a few times." Jiang Yanchen quickly denied it, and made it clear that he had no interest in that aspect at all.

After getting the answer she wanted, Murong Rong heaved a sigh of relief, and began to look at An Ran.

Most naturally, Murong Rong still compares her own strengths with An Ran, and after confirming that her own strengths are greater, Murong Rong is completely at ease.

Ning Ningshuang didn't have as much hostility towards An Ran as Murong Rong did, she just suggested softly, "Why don't we play mahjong!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yanchen couldn't help but rolled his eyes, took a few sips of coffee, and said, "Please tell me you brought food, I'll go and have a look!"

As if Jiang Yanchen's departure didn't catch the attention of the girls, Ning Ningshuang looked at An Ran who was still in a daze, stretched out her hand and waved in front of her eyes, and asked, "An Ran, do you know how to play mahjong?"

"Ah?! Oh!"

An Ran came back to her senses, pursed the corners of her lips, and forced a smile on her face, "Not very good, I basically don't play!"

"It's okay, I can teach you how to fight, come here come here!" Murong Rong stepped forward and grabbed An Ran's wrist, smiling.

Being pulled by Murong Rong in this way, An Ran suddenly lost her soul, letting others drive her to the table.

Huan Bing didn't sit down, but just twisted his neck and said: "You four are playing, my neck is a little sore, lie down for a while, and when one of you gets tired, I'll go and replace her."

After a few minutes, Xiaobai and Xiangnan brought a few people over with an automatic mahjong machine.

Then I heard "Bang! Bang! Huh!" from the office.

In the other room, Song Zhiwei had almost eaten and was sitting on the side drinking water, while Jiang Yanchen was stirring the dishes with chopsticks.

While frying, he frowned and said, "Where's the meat? There's no one left?"

Song Zhiwei said with a cold expression: "Isn't it more delicious to chat with a queen-level school girl than to eat meat?"

Hearing these yin and yang words, Jiang Yanchen smacked his mouth and said, "How could it be possible? Didn't I just come here?"

"After all, he is here to help and survived the company's crisis. Should he be left alone and ignored?"

"Besides, it's just for chatting, Wen Mo? Are you still jealous, President Song?" Jiang Yanchen threw down the chopsticks in his hand, and sat next to Song Zhiwei, wanting to reach out and touch the back of Song Zhiwei's hand.

Song Zhiwei didn't deliberately dodge, but deliberately raised her hand to grab the cup on the table, so as to avoid Jiang Yanchen's big hand reaching over.

But Jiang Yanchen didn't feel embarrassed, moved his palm down and placed it directly on Song Zhiwei's thigh, with a wicked smile on his face, "The environment here is good, how about..."

Before finishing speaking, Song Zhiwei tilted her head, looked into Jiang Yanchen's eyes, and said provocatively, "Don't just talk and don't do it, just do it if you have the guts!"

Saying that, Song Zhiwei raised her chin towards the bed not far in front, and motioned: "Anyway, there are beds too!"

"If you think the bed is meaningless." Song Zhiwei patted the sofa beside her with her hands, and continued, "The sofa is also fine!"

"Forehead……"

Jiang Yanchen was shocked by Song Zhiwei's series of words, did this sound like what Song Zhiwei said?
"Are you serious?" Jiang Yanchen was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Could it be that you were just talking just now? Have you had your mouth full?" Song Zhiwei put down the cup in her hand, turned her body sideways, and said to Jiang Yanchen with a serious face: "If you just had your mouth full, then there will be less talk like this in the future explain."

Hearing this, Jiang Yanchen immediately felt a stubborn emotion in his heart, "Master, when will I just talk and not practice?"

There was a voice in his heart reminding Jiang Yanchen, "Go! Do it! This is the current trend, what are you waiting for? Waiting to be looked down upon by your own woman?"

But in the end, Jiang Yanchen still sighed and said, "The more you annoy me, the more I lose my mind, forget it!"

Jiang Yanchen showed a disappointed expression, got up and walked slowly to the water dispenser beside him, took a glass of cold water, and drank it down in one gulp!

Song Zhiwei's eyes were obviously blank. She thought that if she said this, Jiang Yanchen would surely pounce on her like a beast in the wilderness and "tear" her into pieces.

But the result was completely beyond her expectations. Jiang Yanchen's bland and even disinterested expression made Song Zhiwei a little at a loss.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhiwei's shocked eyes, and the corner of Jiang Yanchen's mouth raised slightly unconsciously, and he smiled inwardly: "Do you know what it means to be tight? It looks like you're shrinking, but you're actually tight!"

Sure enough, Song Zhiwei was a little scared. She got up, hugged Jiang Yanchen from behind, and said in a low voice, "Yanchen, did I have a bad attitude just now? Are you angry?"

Regarding this, Jiang Yanchen was naturally silent, just sighed, slowly opened Song Zhiwei's hands, walked to the chair, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"call!"

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Jiang Yanchen said: "The main reason is that I am a little tired, so you should rest early, after all, you have been busy all day!"

Hearing this, the sense of crisis in Song Zhiwei's heart gradually weakened, but it did not completely disappear.

"All right!"

Song Zhiwei nodded, and slowly entered the bathroom.

On the other hand, Jiang Yanchen grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said in his heart, "Licking a dog really sucks!"

Lick the dog?

snort!
It is impossible to be a licking dog in this life, even if it is death!
At this moment, a beautiful figure walked in, came directly in front of Jiang Yanchen, reached out to take the cigarette from his mouth, and said sullenly: "Don't smoke anymore, it smells bad, and besides, it's not good for your health!"

"Just because of Shuang'er, you have to quit!"