Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Yan Jinghuai didn't know that this was the third time they met.

First time on the curb.

It was a summer night, Wen Qingyin came home from overtime work, and while waiting for the red light, Yan Jinghuai led the band and played the guitar by the side of the road.He smiled presumptuously and free and easy, very flamboyant.

Wen Qingyin's first thought was that I should marry him.

The second time was at the entrance of Wang Defu's clothing store.

She just mentioned it casually, but unexpectedly, the little uncle found him and asked her to inspect the goods.Yan Jinghuai still sang with the broken guitar, still looking unruly.

Today is the third time.

Yan Jinghuai relaxed and leaned lazily in the chair.He asked: "Wen Dong thought, why am I an artist?"

He is not the first entertainer Wen Qingyin has met.

Wen Qingyin still wants to fight for this cooperation, and said euphemistically: "I think, if it is not for fame and money, no one would like to suffer from the entertainment industry."

Yan Jinghuai raised the corners of his lips, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile: "You are right. So I can't promise you."

Wen Qingyin knew that this meant that they couldn't cooperate.

She asked, "Reason. I need a reason for your refusal."

Yan Jinghuai has made up his mind, so he is no longer nervous.

He stretched out, a little lazy and casual: "That's right, there are some reasons."

It has been a long time since I dared to perfunctory Wen Qingyin like this.

She tapped the table with her middle finger and said to Yan Jinghuai, "Put your hands up."

Yan Jinghuai didn't notice the danger at all, and was even in the mood to joke, "Wen Dong can read palms—ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the gorgeous signature pen was inserted into the desk against the gap between his ring finger and middle finger.

Wen Qingyin still had that commercial smile, "Now, can you tell me?"

Yan Jinghuai held his hand in shock, and became respectful again:

"The conditions you have given are very good. It is impossible to say that you are not tempted."

"But I can't say yes."

"I'm not irreplaceable. You can find me, and you can find others. Even better than me, many times better."

"Even if you don't make any conditions, they will agree."

Yan Jinghuai smiled obediently, and while Wen Qingyin was not paying attention, he secretly pulled out the signature pen.

But he couldn't pull it out.

So I'm more respectful
Wen Qingyin put away her smile, as if she was looking at a fool.She asked, "Do you know what you rejected?"

"You have made it very clear." Yan Jinghuai stood up, "Otherwise, why would I run away in such a hurry. Because if I stay for another second, I'm afraid I will regret it."

Wen Qingyin was not fooled, and said word by word: "I said it before, I want to know the reason for your refusal. Otherwise, you don't even want to walk out of the gate."

Yan Jinghuai is not an executive of 'Wen's', nor is she a competitor, so she doesn't know her lethality.But the signature pen was standing on the table at the moment, silently reminding him not to die.

Probably also thought this reason was ridiculous, Yan Jinghuai said in a low voice, "...my self-esteem."

I don't know if I didn't hear it, or I couldn't believe it, Wen Qingyin asked: "What did you say?"

As if going all out, Yan Jinghuai said:

"It's my pride."

"Although it seems that I don't know what is good or bad when I say this, I believe that I can earn the things you gave me by myself, and even earn more."

Wen Qingyin didn't even bother to put a commercial smile on him.she says:
"I don't think you don't know what to do."

"I just think you're out of your mind."

She ran out of patience, and her violent temper was exposed little by little:

"Earn it back, why do you earn it? With you singing on the street, with your broken guitar?"

"Are you sober, do you think that every day there is a good thing like a pie in the sky?"

"See clearly, I'm worth 500 billion, not 500 million or 500, but five, one hundred, one hundred million! How dare you refuse, you're dizzy."

Too lazy to get angry with him, Wen Qingyin waved his hands irritably:

"That's right, not everyone can receive the big pie that fell from the sky. ——I'll give you three days to think it over and give me an answer."

Yan Jinghuai wanted to slip away if she was granted an amnesty, but Wen Qingyin called her again:

"The head on your neck is not a char siew, it won't go bad after a while."

"I advise you to think carefully, 'Xiao Wendong's husband' is definitely a sought-after position."

When she scolded people, her eyes were round and round, which was very cute.

Yan Jinghuai couldn't hold back, and teased:

"If one day in the future, I walk up to you, can you give me a chance?"

"At that time, even if you are married, I don't mind being your lover."

He laughed wildly, immoral but seductive.

He knows how to look best when he smiles.

Unmoved by the beauty, Wen Qingyin said with a blank expression:
"Fuck you, you have a good idea."

"Your only chance is three days, either agree or get out of my world."

"My Little Wen Dong never gives people a second chance."

Inexplicably, Yan Jinghuai was struck by her cuteness, and wanted to tease him a few words, but saw her take out the pen casually.

Yan Jinghuai stood at attention, wishing to bow to her ninety degrees:

"Happy wedding, goodbye."

Can I have fun.

The more Wen Qingyin thought about it, the more angry she became, and Yan Jinghuai, who couldn't help pressing the elevator button, shouted:

"Go outside and take the ordinary elevator, don't take my elevator!"

Let you taste the pain of losing my little Wendong.

The office door opened silently, and Yan Jinghuai obediently left.

Wen Qingyin thought about adding money, but never thought that Yan Jinghuai would reject her.

She was sulking when the black desktop suddenly lit up.

She thought Yan Jinghuai was back, so she put on a cold face, trying to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly, it was a middle-aged man who came in.

The visitor's name was He Yihong, with a handsome appearance and a gentle temperament. He looked only in his early forties, but he was actually a handsome uncle in his fifties.

He is the Chief Financial Officer of 'Wen's Group'.

He Yihong is the adopted son of Mr. Wen Bada.Wen Qingyin called him little dad in private.

'Little Dad' is the name of Wen Bada's hometown, which means uncle.

He Yihong sat in the chair opposite Wen Qingyin, rubbing the space between his brows wearily: "What are you messing around with, it doesn't stop in the morning."

Wen Qingyin bent down and fiddled with her safe.

Although I can't see the specific steps, but I can tell from the continuous beeping sound that this is not a small project.

While she couldn't see, He Yihong rolled his eyes.

As if sensing it, in the next second, Wen Qingyin poked her head out from the table, took colorful candies and put them in He Yihong's hand: "Please eat."

Although he has watched her grow up, He Yihong has never been able to figure out what is in this child's mind.

For example, the candy in front of her is obviously a roadside stall that can't even enter the supermarket. She didn't purposely build a safe to store it.

He picked a peppermint flavor and stuffed it into his mouth, the stimulating taste temporarily relieved the fatigue.

Wen Qingyin picked out an orange-flavored one, and while tearing off the candy wrapper, she asked, "Dad, why are you coming here when you have time, after checking the accounts?"

Although exhausted to the extreme, He Yihong was still watertight.He said calmly, "I didn't check the accounts."

He is an old fox who has already cultivated the ability to lie without blinking, and Wen Qingyin can't tell anything.

She frowned dissatisfied.

What broken sugar, so sour.

She changed the subject, "Just now, I picked a partner for myself."

This time He Yihong's expression was much more vivid.

Seeing his suspicious face, Wen Qingyin introduced: "He is a young man, tall, handsome, and in good health."

She emphasized: "It's [-] times better than the unlucky Cui."

He Yihong knew that she was trying to annoy others on purpose, and sighed, "Jian, the old man will not harm you."

"Will not harm me?"

I don't know whether Wen Qingyin really understood the meaning behind the words, or deliberately raised the bar:

"So, the old man is indeed plotting against me."

He Yihong's head hurt even more.

He has been overworked for several weeks. He is exhausted physically and mentally, and the brat is still rushing to make trouble.He only hated that he was not old enough, that he couldn't just lie down in the ICU like the old man, and he didn't care about anything.He said:
"Don't think about it yourself. Don't you know how much the old man loves you? He knows he should be sad. "

Wen Qingyin still didn't believe it: "The old man can't, what about Wen Yuming? He is holding back his energy and planning to usurp the throne. The old man really has no plan to support him?"

He Yihong knocked on the table, "What are you talking about? Those are your grandfather and your father, no matter how old or young you are."

Wen Qingyin was never afraid of him.She turned her face away:
"After Wen Yuming came to power, the first thing to do is to marry me off. You also know how much he likes people surnamed Cui."

"Although 'Wen's' is listed on the market, it is actually still a management model of 'Family World', and the rights can only be in the hands of the Wen family."

"The water poured out by the married daughter, when I marry, I will be from someone else's family, not to mention continuing to be the president of Wen's Group, I'm not even qualified to meddle in the management of Wen's Group, right?"

He Yihong's head hurt even more.

Because what Wen Qingyin said was the truth.

He knew well that the characters of Wen Bada and Wen Yuming were somewhat pedantic.

He could only comfort him: "Don't talk nonsense, your father doesn't have such an IQ."

Wen Qingyin sneered, "With his brain, he might force me to have sex with the unlucky Cui, and then say, 'Look, Dad treats you so well, he found you a good husband' oh."

He Yihong was very worried.Based on his understanding of Wen Yuming, it is not impossible for this person to do it.

Seeing him like this, Wen Qingyin became even more excited:
"And those old animals on the board of directors, they really have no conscience. I am the one who gives them money, and I am their God of Wealth. They are good. Before the old man left, one or two began to plot against me—"

He Yihong suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wen Qingyin is a bear, with a violent temper, unreasonable, and aggressive, but since he became the president, he still needs face.

Where is room 520, Xiaowen Dong's second office.

There are no uncles, aunts, relatives or classmates here. There are only two kinds of people who come in and go out, Xiao Wendong and her subordinates.

Xiao Wendong would not play tricks in front of his subordinates.

"Little bastard, it's on my head." He Yihong scolded with a smile, "If someone bullies you, don't you go back and wait for me to buy ice cream to coax you?"

"Xiaowen Dong has changed to a vegetarian?"

Wen Qingyin didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, and changed the subject: "Dad, when will you marry Ms. An?"

Ms. An is Wen Yuming's ex-wife and Wen Qingyin's biological mother.And He Yihong is also the relationship between senior sister and junior.

He Yihong's head was about to explode, and he regretted provoking this brat.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and fled.