Metropolis: I was forced to be the villain

When all the directors of Tangzhuang received the data files on the sales of new facial masks, Song Zhiwei was sitting in the office of Tianwei Company Research Institute.

Gently rubbing the center of her brows with the thumb and index finger of her right hand, Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured to herself, "Finally, I haven't worked in vain. If this trend continues, we will break through the highest sales record of Tang makeup within three days."

In the past two days, Song Zhiwei was indeed a little tired. Not only did she have to keep an eye on the production line, she also had to manage the sale and promotion of new facial masks.

Although these things are already familiar to Song Zhiwei, this time is different. The launch of the new facial mask can be said to be an attempt, and breaking the sales record in a short period of time, in itself, is very stressful.

Ever since Jiang Yanchen told Song Zhiwei about the plan, the latter had been in a state of mental tension, fearing that it would affect the sales of the mask.

Now, seeing the shortage of facial masks, Song Zhiwei finally felt relieved, and glanced at the lower right corner of the computer screen, the time was [-]:[-] in the evening.

"It's almost there." Song Zhiwei thought to herself, picked up her coat and walked out of the office.

"Xiao Zhang, thank you for your hard work. Keep an eye on it at night." Song Zhiwei looked at a young woman wearing pink-rimmed glasses and warned her.

"President Song, don't worry, I rested during the day, so there is nothing wrong with staring at me at night." Xiao Zhang assured with a smile on his face.

"Well, call me if there is anything you can't handle." Song Zhiwei left the research institute after finishing speaking.

Downstairs in Tianwei Company, Song Zhiwei was about to go to the parking lot when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "President Song!"

Moreover, the voice was still somewhat familiar, Song Zhiwei hurriedly stopped, looked along the source of the sound, and saw that Xiang Nan was sitting in the car with his head outstretched, shaking his arms.

Song Zhiwei then turned around and walked over, opened the car door to the south, with a smile on her face, and said, "Mr. Jiang asked me to come and wait for you!"

"Okay, let's go!" Song Zhiwei nodded, and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's not hard work, it should be." Xiang Nan was a little flattered, thinking that he didn't have such treatment when he was working under Xu Mengchuan.

Driving south was very smooth, and Song Zhiwei didn't say a word along the way, just holding a notebook to read some feedback on the new mask.

About 15 minutes later, the car stopped at the Linjiang villa. Song Zhiwei took the coat and notebook and walked towards the gate of the villa, while Xiangnan drove the car to the garage.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Zhiwei felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, she couldn't help frowning and slowed down her pace.

Normally, Murong Rong's voice could be heard before entering the door, but today, the hall was empty, even Huan Bing, who liked to lie on the sofa in the hall, was gone.

To Song Zhiwei, this seemed a little strange, so she couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Where did everyone go?"

When people walked to the middle of the hall, they heard a slight sound from the kitchen. Song Zhiwei quickly looked up and saw Jiang Yanchen was busy under the range hood with a spatula.

Seeing this, Song Zhiwei put down the clothes and laptop in her hands, and walked towards the kitchen.

Pushing open the sliding door of the kitchen, Jiang Yanchen turned his head and said with a smile, "You're back, go sit and rest for a while, the food will be ready soon!"

Song Zhiwei didn't obey, but closed the kitchen door behind her back, stretched out her hands to wrap around Jiang Yanchen's waist from behind, and put her profile face on his back.

"Where are they? Why aren't they here?" Song Zhiwei asked softly.

Jiang Yanchen kept stirring the dishes in his hands, and he replied casually: "Huan Bing went back with Shuang'er, something happened at Rongrong's house, and Mu Yan called before to say that Huan Bing picked it up halfway, so you and I are at home tonight .”

"Just the two of us?" Song Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head, let go of her hands, turned her back against the cabinet, tilted her head slightly to look at Jiang Yanchen, smiled, and asked, "Did you say something to them?" ? Otherwise, how could they have something to do together today?"

"I didn't say anything, but when you called today, Huan Bing was next to me and heard me say the word reward!" Jiang Yanchen chuckled and didn't hide it.

"I'll just say it!" Song Zhiwei showed a knowing expression, and suddenly said with a smile: "Then tonight..." As she spoke, Song Zhiwei winked at Jiang Yanchen, "I'm going to take a bath first!"

Before the words finished, Song Zhiwei's hand was already on the door frame, and Jiang Yanchen immediately shouted: "I'm so anxious, go wash your hands first, and you will have the strength to exercise after eating!"

"Ang, that's right!" Song Zhiwei nodded and went to the bathroom humming a little tune.

Seeing Song Zhiwei's happy look, Jiang Yanchen was also pleasing to the eye, but he smacked his lips, touched his waist, and sighed, "Brother, I'm going to tire you again tonight, there's nothing I can do!"

Perhaps in order to end the meal as soon as possible, Song Zhiwei ate many times faster than usual, for fear that eating would take up time.

Even when Jiang Yanchen was still drinking soup, Song Zhiwei grabbed his arm and forced him to the bathroom.

"What's the rush? It's not even seven o'clock in the evening. I just finished eating, so I can't do strenuous exercise!" Although Jiang Yanchen said so, his body was undressing honestly.

Many people envy the mandarin duck bath, but Jiang Yanchen can take a bath every day if he wants to.

"Look, I already have vest lines!" Song Zhiwei said proudly.

"Well, your physique is far superior to that of ordinary people now, but I just don't know if you can bear it tonight!" Jiang Yanchen pretended to be deep in thought, and said.

"Hmph, you'll know if you try it later, I've learned another trick and I'll show it to you later!" Song Zhiwei wet her hair, so she wouldn't blush and feel shy even if she took a bath with Jiang Yanchen.

Perhaps it was because she and Jiang Yanchen were the only ones in the Linjiang villa tonight, so Song Zhiwei was extraordinarily open, and she didn't even deliberately suppress her voice.

At 07:30 in the evening, the lights in the bedroom were still brightly lit. Song Zhiwei, who had some damp hair, was lying quietly on the big bed, looking a little excited, and there was excitement in her brows and eyes.

Jiang Yanchen slowly climbed onto the bed, and seeing Song Zhiwei's serious look on the sidelines, he couldn't help laughing, "What are you doing? It's like going to war. It's not the first time. Why? Are you still nervous?"

Facing Jiang Yanchen's ridicule, Song Zhiwei rolled her eyes angrily and said: "I want to indulge for a while, and I must be worthy of the painstaking efforts of the sisters. They all go out on purpose for me, just to create an independent environment for me. You can’t live up to their kindness!”

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhiwei suddenly turned over and stood up, staring down at Jiang Yanchen's handsome smile with a pair of big eyes, and said with a smile: "Come on!"