On the Routine of President Wen

Before going to bed, Luo Heng knocked on Fu Yihuan's bedroom door, and the two had a bilateral meeting on "how to write an excellent CEO essay".

At the meeting, Dayi, president of Luoda University, said awe-inspiringly: "Do what you want to do. I believe you are a professional, so you don't need to be timid."

Fu Yihuan, who was given high hopes, swallowed silently, showed a firm expression, bowed ninety degrees, and responded loudly: "Yes, I will definitely go all out to live up to the high expectations of the leader!"

Having said that, Fu Yihuan still felt a little nervous in his heart, how could the other party be the boss of the company, holding the power of life and death in his hands, if he really accidentally did something that violated Luo Heng's taboo and was hated, it was really a shame. I can't tell the pain.

However, thinking back carefully on the previous three worlds, it seems that what should be done and what should not be done are almost done. Judging from Luo Heng's current business-like attitude towards himself, he divides the system world from the real world It is very clear that a task is a task, and everything you do is a last resort and will not be linked to reality.

From this point of view, Luo Heng can definitely win the Oscar statuette!In every system world, every character can be perfectly performed, and the acting skills are simply not too good!

Fu Yihuan was suddenly able to understand why the joke flashed in his eyes when he hypnotized the president of the second middle school. He probably looked at himself as an NPC with the eyes of an idiot...

Then, what kind of person would the real Luo Heng be?What would he think of Fu Yihuan in return, and what kind of emotion should Fu Yihuan return to him?

Fu Yihuan fell into a daze...

"Miss, do you have the honor to buy you a drink?" A man wearing a red mask stood beside Fu Yihuan at some point and snapped his fingers. The bartender immediately handed him two glasses of wine. on hand.

Fu Yihuan glanced at him, and suddenly remembered that the young man in the newspaper office said that the red mask represents pleasure, and the white mask represents entertainment, so did this man come here to find pleasure?

Turning his face away, Fu Yihuan saw the mask on his face in the reflection of the glass, and then he realized that he didn't think much about it when he was in the room, and the mask that he put on his face was actually a mask representing pleasure. The key point was that he was sitting alone. The position in the middle of the bar is typically "asking for a conversation".

"Sorry, I have a companion." Fu Yihuan waved his hands impatiently at the man, propped his chin, and thought about looking for a chance to go up to the third floor later to see if he could discover any secrets about climbing the small pavilion.

He remembered that Luo Heng's room was 307, and his room was on the second floor, so it is reasonable to guess that the big figures who are about the same level as the president of Luo University are most likely assigned to the third floor. Since it is necessary to dig news, it is interesting to dig the big ones , to reflect the value of the protagonist!

Unexpectedly, the man was poured with cold water, but he still pushed a glass of wine to Fu Yihuan's hand, touched the glass himself, and said, "Then this glass of wine is more for Miss, isn't it?"

What's the meaning?Could it be the rules of leisurely boarding the small pavilion?If you brush off other people's wishes, you have to punish yourself with a drink as an apology?

Fu Yihuan's eyes fell on the light pink liquid at hand, he hesitated to hold the wine glass, raised it to signal to the man, and drank the wine in one gulp.

What puzzled Fu Yihuan was that the man did not drink the wine like him, but nodded politely to him, and walked towards another woman with a sip of the undrinked wine.

The aftertaste of that wine was quite strong, not long after, Fu Yihuan felt his whole body refreshed, as if some small impulse was running wildly in his mind, he shook his head, stood up, thinking Now it's time to sneak around and dig up the news.

As the saying goes, if you are drunk, your breasts and gallbladder are open, so what if you want to die!If you don't dig now, when will you wait? !

Fu Yihuan staggered a bit and was sure that he wasn't drunk, the one who turned upside down was someone else!One by one, they couldn't stand still and dangled like others in society!idiot!

He grabbed the waiter who stretched out his hand to help him, and looked dazedly at the clown mask on the waiter's face. In Fu Yihuan's eyes, the funny clown makeup became Hong Guoguo's mockery. He grabbed the waiter and moved forward Pulling off his mask with the other hand, he put his face under the other's eyelids, and said vaguely, "Why do you have such an expression? Am I not pretty?"

Being stared at so closely by such a beautiful woman, the waiter's face suddenly became hot, and he couldn't even speak fluently: "Pretty...beautiful..."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Fu Yihuan smirked twice, pushed the waiter away, walked unsteadily through the crowd, and walked towards the stairs.

Soon, he hummed a little song and found room 307 accurately. The moment he saw the house number, he grinned even more happily, raised his hand without hesitation and knocked hard. He also yelled along with the rhythm: "Knock, knock, knock, little rabbit, be good, open the door, your mother rabbit is back!"

After the door opened, a face wearing a white mask appeared in front of Fu Yihuan's eyes, and cold words floated from Qingqi's lips: "Are you the one K found?"

Fu Yihuan didn't hear what the other party said at all, and nodded cheerfully.

"Come in," Luo Heng turned and walked into the bedroom, pointing to the bathroom for Fu Yihuan who followed closely behind, "Go and wash first, it's about time for the medicine to take effect."

"Yes, boss!" Fu Yihuan stood up straight, bowed to Luo Heng and walked into the bathroom.

When Fu Yihuan obediently took a shower and came out dazed in a bathrobe, Luo Heng was still wearing a mask, leaning against the wall, staring at the red wine glass in his hand thoughtfully.

Seeing Fu Yihuan walking out, Luo Heng put down the wine glass, stretched out his hand and "snapped" to turn off the light.

In the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fu Yihuan could see the man walking towards him step by step. An inexplicable sense of oppression weighed on his heart, and he couldn't help but took two steps back, his back barely touching the door panel. .

The next moment, Fu Yihuan stood on tiptoe, put his hands around Luo Heng's neck, pinched the string behind his head with his fingers, and pulled lightly, the mask slipped off instantly and fell on the carpet without a sound.

Luo Heng's face was backlit, and Fu Yihuan couldn't see clearly. The hands clasped around his neck exerted some force, pressing his face to his eyes, and finally saw clearly.

His indifferent eyes seemed to be in a daze, his knife-like thin lips were tightly pressed together, and there was a cold chill between his brows. The expensive pure black shirt made him look like a man from hell, and he exuded a kind of Suffocating momentum.

Driven by alcohol and seduced by that impulsiveness, Fu Yihuan raised his arms again, raised his face, and covered the man's sexy thin lips.

Immediately, Fu Yihuan was turned against the guest. He stared at the lowered eyes of the magnified man in front of him, and clearly felt that his lips were forcibly pried open. Domineering in his mouth.

After panting, the world was spinning for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Fu Yihuan found that he was pressed on the bed, his mind suddenly cleared up, he hurriedly pushed and shoved the man on him, and stammered: "Wait...wait a minute. ..one time."

"Can't wait." The words were concise and to the point, no gimmicks allowed.

In the darkness, Luo Heng's kisses were heard falling on Fu Yihuan's neck, numb and itchy, completely disrupting his slumber in an instant...

When Fu Yihuan sat up holding his head that was about to burst from the pain, he was shocked to find that Luo Heng was lying beside him and sleeping deeply. It goes without saying.

Before he had time to think about why this situation happened, Fu Yihuan's eyes scanned the digital clock on the table - 4:45, remembering that the "idleman" said that he had to return to the room before 5:00, otherwise he would not be able to go back. At this moment , Fu Yihuan decided to put aside the doubts in front of him, and go back to the room first, so as not to be silenced by "idlers" for violating the rules.

He got out of bed gasping for breath, walked into the bathroom and put on the big red dress, and was about to open the door to go out when Mr. Rabbit's voice suddenly sounded:

"Leave a blue enchantress behind. 』

Fu Yihuan gritted his back molars: "Where do I go to conjure a blue enchantress? Bucktooth rabbit?"

"Here, I made it for you. 』

Taking off the blue enchantress that was suddenly caught on his right ear, Fu Yihuan's head was full of black lines: "I'm all red today, why don't you give me a bloody rose?"

"That's too rustic. If you keep this flower, you are Cinderella who lost the flower. This is the feeling of the main system, so I made a special request." 』

"...can you give me a lily, I'd rather call it 'lily'..."

Without getting a reply, Fu Yihuan knew that Mr. Rabbit was pretending to be dead again. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Luo Heng frowning, looking like he was about to wake up. He quickly waved his hand and threw the blue enchantress on the bed, opened the door and ran wildly and go.

Back in the room, Fu Yihuan panted slightly and just sat down on the edge of the bed, when he heard a burst of soft music playing, and a strange fragrance lingered in the tip of his nose. Immediately afterwards, he fell on his back on the bed and fell asleep.

Opening his eyes again, Fu Yihuan realized that he was lying on the bed in his apartment. He glanced at the clock, and he had missed the work time perfectly. He had the cheek to ask for a day off and continued to sleep with his head covered.

The next day, Fu Yihuan paid the price for this sleep.

People from the unscrupulous newspaper office took advantage of his absence to hold a meeting, and once again unanimously approved him to study in country A for five years. Fu Yihuan said, It's gone in the blink of an eye.

Two months later, the plane landed at the airport of country A. The man who came to pick him up casually lifted his long platinum-blond hair and tied it into a ponytail. His sapphire-like eyes were full of tenderness, and a tear mole at the corner of his eye added to the charm. Quite seductive, he hugged Fu Yihuan, and said in a soft voice, "Huan, I finally have you here!"

"Morad, your best friend, a nobleman of country A, was accidentally exiled. I met you in an orphanage. Since I was a child, I was isolated and bullied because I looked different from others. You stood up to protect him. You are his hero. He secretly swears I will protect you by myself in the future.After being taken away by his family as an adult, he wanted to take you by his side, but you repeatedly rejected him.Being persistent and proud, the city is deep, only waiting for you to be sincere. 』

"Morad, long time no see." Fu Yihuan smiled and hugged Morad back.

Morad arranged a delicious food feast for Fu Yihuan. At a glance, every dish was enough to make people's index fingers move, but Fu Yihuan turned pale instantly when he smelled the smell. He ran into the bathroom with his mouth covered, hugging the toilet violently Vomit.

"What's the matter? Are you airsick?" Morad, who followed closely behind, patted him on the back and asked worriedly.

After relieving the discomfort, Fu Yihuan stood up, walked to the sink, rinsed his mouth, and said, "It should be."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yihuan's eyes went dark, his legs felt weak, and he was about to fall to the ground. Morad helped him in time, and took him to the hospital without saying a word.

Two hours later, Fu Yihuan picked out his ears, looked at the old doctor with a white beard in front of him in astonishment, and said, "Sorry, I didn't catch you just now, please tell me again, what's wrong with me?"

The old doctor held Fu Yihuan's hand excitedly, his beard shaking up and down: "Congratulations, you are pregnant!"

The author has something to say:

Fu Yihuan: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, may I ask... what is the name of the system you are bound to?"

Luo Heng: "Same as you."

Fu Yihuan: "Impossible, mine is 'I have a love-hate relationship with the president', you are the president."

Luo Heng: "...I think congratulations on your pregnancy should give out red envelopes, so let's comment on the first five, after all, the author is poor..."

Fu Yihuan [gritting teeth]: "Don't change the subject!"

Luo Heng [takes a deep breath]: "I'm the CEO and I'm the worst..."

Fu Yihuan: "..."