I accidentally provoked the yandere CEO, he pretended to be real

"Ouch! My old waist."

Jiang Wanning turned over and got off the man, wanting to see if he was awake, and saw a familiar face.

"Lu Ziqian? No, Lu Ziqian is not that rich."

She lay down next to the man and stared at the face carefully.

They are so similar, more similar than twins, but this man's skin is more delicate, with almost no pores visible. Lu Ziqian looks like a rough old man.

Rich people pay more attention to maintenance.

Couldn't these two be long-lost brothers?

I don’t know if Lu Ziqian asked Aunt Hui.

No matter what, her task for today was completed and she could go back to sleep.

She got up and put the man's feet hanging on the bed, covered him with a quilt and left.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning when she left Zijin Garden. Seeing that it was too late, she returned to the rental house instead of going to the hospital.

After taking a shower, I lay on the bed and took out today's tips and counted them. It totaled more than 5,300 yuan, of which 5,000 yuan was given by the car owner's friend.

Jiang Wanning looked at the money in her hand and smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a line. This was the biggest tip she had ever received as a driver for so long. She felt that it was worth it no matter how hard or tiring it was.

She fell asleep happily holding the money in her hand.

The next day, Song Shiyu was awakened by the ringing of the phone. He opened his eyes, followed by a splitting headache and dry mouth. He habitually reached for the bedside table, only to find that it was empty.

Every time he came back from drinking, he would put a glass of water on the bedside table before going to bed so that he could drink it when he woke up in the middle of the night.

I drank a little too much this time and I don’t know how I got back.

Seeing that his phone was still ringing, he took it out of his pocket and slid down the answer button.

"President, what happened? Why didn't you come to work?"

The CEO, who usually goes to work on time every day, is late.

Song Shiyu rubbed his temples, but accidentally touched his forehead. "Hiss~" he cried out in pain. When he touched it, he found a swollen bump on his forehead.

"President, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. I drank too much last night. I won't go in the morning. I postponed the meeting. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up."

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom mirror. When he saw the bump on his forehead, his face was so dark that ink dripped from his face.

It wasn't those guys who sent him back last night. They all knew that he lived on the third floor, and this was the guest room on the second floor. There was no way they would have sent him here.

He picked up the phone and made a call.

When the phone was about to hang up automatically, it was picked up over there.

"Sister Song, why are you calling so early in the morning? Don't you know what time we went to bed last night?"

"Stop talking nonsense, who sent me back last night?"

Ye Wenxu on the other end of the phone suddenly woke up. He sat up and asked tentatively: "Did she covet your beauty and put you to sleep?"

Song Shiyu frowned and said sternly: "Don't you want that piece of land in the suburbs anymore?"

"No, no, no, I'm wrong. Isn't that okay? A female driver took you back last night, and I gave her a tip of 5,000 yuan to take good care of you."

Ye Wenxu continued without fear of death: "Did she do something to you? I think that woman is pretty good-looking, and you are not at a loss either."

The more Ye Wenxu talked, the more excited he became. When he braced himself and was about to eat, the other party said, "Send her information" and hung up.

Looking at the darkened cell phone, Ye Wenxu felt itchy in his heart. He really wanted to know what happened. It was really uncomfortable to eat half of the food and feel neither up nor down.

After Song Shiyu washed up, he received a message from Ye Wenxu. He looked at the profile picture on his resume and murmured to himself: "So your name is Jiang Wanning."

With a curl of his lips, he filed a complaint against her. The reason for the complaint was: assaulting a customer.

After doing all this, I felt half better.

After getting dressed, he looked at the bag on his head in the mirror. His good mood disappeared instantly. He pulled off his tie irritably, took out his cell phone and called Special Assistant Wu.

"I won't go to the company today. You can take care of the company's affairs yourself. If you have anything important, call me."

Wu Jiang on the other end of the phone was full of questions. He hung up the phone before he could ask why.

This is the first time the president has taken leave in so many years since he took office.

Something important must have happened.

Jiang Wanning, who was at work, received a message. She opened it and almost vomited blood in anger.

She has been working as a driving agent for so long and has received many positive reviews and not even one bad review. Now, it is good that someone has complained about it, and she refuses to accept it.

She immediately called the platform to verify.

The platform did not embarrass her because of a complaint. They gave her a phone number and asked her to communicate with the customer to see if she could get him to withdraw the complaint.

Jiang Wanning dialed the phone number given by the platform and was picked up within two seconds, as if he had been waiting for her call.

Before she could speak, she heard the other party say in a commanding tone: "Come to Zijinyuan and tell me face to face."

Why should we talk about such a trivial matter in person?

Just as she was about to say that she was going to work, the other party hung up the phone without giving her any chance to refuse, so she had to ask for the afternoon off.

She took a taxi to Zijinyuan at noon, got off the car and went to the security room.

"Hello, comrade, I am a guest of the owner of Building 8. Please open the door for me."

"Oh, Mr. Song has told me, please come in."

The security guard opened the door for her.

Jiang Wanning came to the eighth villa and pressed the doorbell. The door rang twice and opened.

She pushed the door open and walked in. She walked through the front yard and came to the door of the villa. The door was ajar. She pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as I entered, I saw the man from last night sitting on the sofa wearing home clothes and reading a newspaper.

He didn't even raise his head when he heard the footsteps.

"sit."

Jiang Wanning walked to the single sofa farthest from him and sat down.

"Hello sir, I believe you already know who I am, so I won't waste time introducing you."

Seeing that he didn't speak or look at her, she continued: "Excuse me, why are you making things up out of nothing? I obviously never beat you."

"I carried you back home with great effort last night, but I accidentally knocked your head a little while carrying you. This is my fault, and I apologize to you, but this is Is it a small matter that won’t cause you to file a complaint against me?”

"Otherwise, I'll pay you a bottle of wine and you can withdraw the complaint, okay?"

Song Shiyu looked up at her, then lowered his head.

What does this person mean by not speaking? Is it too little for a bottle of wine? Don't you want her to lose money? That's not okay.

There is no reason to return the money that has gone into your pocket.

Jiang Wanning decided to give him something harsh. She gave him a hard squeeze on her thigh, which was so painful that tears flowed out of her eyes.

It's this effect.

She cried and said: "Sir, my mother is still waiting for me to make money to perform a kidney transplant for her. This job is very important to me. Can you please take into account that I, a weak woman, worked so hard to carry you upstairs?" Let me go this time?"