After I escaped, he went crazy [Quick Transmigration]

Summer in Dragon City is always scorchingly hot.But at this moment, the air-conditioning in the room was sufficient, and Mu Yan was still sweating thinly on his forehead.

His right hand was raised high, and his eyes were bloodshot. His left hand was stuck on Song Qing's neck, but his right hand kept trembling. It was unclear whether it was because of anger or reluctance.

The tendons at the back of Song Qing's head were broken, and her light chestnut half-length hair was loose, adding a bit of decadent beauty to him.At this moment, he directly raised his head, as if giving his life to Mu Yan, and said intermittently: "Yes, if you have the ability...you will kill me..."

These words woke Mu Yan up like heavy rain, and he let go of his hand suddenly, with a bit of regret and pity on his face.

Finally breathing fresh air, Song Qing took a deep breath and fell down on the sofa with a cruel smile on the corner of her mouth, "I can tell you everything. Yes, I love Brother Yan. He is my benefactor. For him I Willing to do anything. He said that my hair looks good when I dye it, so I have been dyeing my hair all the time. He likes watches of the Satan brand, and I bought one for him with half a year’s salary. But he didn’t know, and I bought it quietly later Got a piece for myself, and even I only dared to wear it after his death."

"Including before his death, let me help you secure the position of chairman of HTC. This is his last wish, and I have to help him fulfill it no matter what."

"Even if you are arrogant and selfish, you only pursue benefits, and you are indifferent, I will do my best to help you become the chairman of Hongda."

Mu Yan only felt that Song Qing was now holding a knife, cutting back and forth in his heart. He endured the pain and asked the cruelest question: "Because of Mu Yan, even if I raped you, you wouldn't be angry?"

Song Qing laughed out loud, but the laughter was somewhat shrill, "Yeah. After all, you are brother Yan's younger brother. As soon as the light closes your eyes, you actually—"

"Shut up!" Mu Yan kicked the solid wood coffee table away.

With a "bang", the coffee table fell down, drowning out all the sounds.

Mu Yan was out of breath, Song Qing looked at him, and her voice became muffled, "Mu Yan, if you don't get married, maybe we can maintain that illusion. You need a faithful bed partner, and I can also deceive myself."

"But if you want to get married, I can't be the third party. That would be unfair to Miss Sophia."

After finishing speaking, he smiled miserably, "Actually, it might have been better if I could have gotten on that flight."

Mu Yan couldn't believe it, "You would rather die than be with me?"

Song Qing shook her head, "Mu Yan, we are not the same kind of people at all. You want too much, money, power, feelings, you want everything. But what I want is very simple, just a copy that only belongs to me and will not A love shared with anyone."

"I have already resigned, why do you still come to me? You use my company, even Mr. Wang to force me, I can come back and continue to be your bed partner." Song Qing's eyes were stained with mourning, "I also I can only force myself to regard you as Brother Yan, so that I won't go crazy by your side."

For the first time in his life, Mu Yan felt a kind of despair welling up from his bones.Before yesterday, the person he wished to pluck off all the stars in the sky to pet, was able to stab the most painful knife in his heart.

Blood splattered.

Unconsciously, he touched his neck with his hand. Under Song Qing's unexpected eyes, Mu Yan pulled out the platinum chain hanging around his neck, and there was a simple men's ring hanging on it.

It is one of Song Qing's pair of rings.

Mu Yan withdrew his hand and clenched his fist, making a gesture to break the chain.But at the last moment, he stared at Song Qing's misty eyes, but he couldn't use his hands.

Having been in the business world for many years, Mu Yan is not afraid of any difficult situation or any formidable opponent.But now standing in front of Song Qing, he even felt uncomfortable to breathe.

Finally, he fled, fleeing their home like a defeated general without looking back.

After the people left, the huge living room became empty and eerily quiet.Song Qing folded her arms and curled up, her head buried deeply in her arms.

At this time, a small metal ball suddenly jumped out of the air, and the melodious male voice lazily said: "It's really wonderful! Absolutely famous scene!"

After 669 finished speaking, he found that he didn't hear Song Qing's triumphant voice as expected.The man remained in his original position, motionless.

669 floated to his ear, rarely surprised, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't tell me, are you really sad?"

This guy usually has a mocking face, but now he is really into the drama, is he emotional?Thinking about this possibility, 669 tentatively asked: "Actually, if you really like the child of luck and regret it, you can also consider not clearing the level and staying here..."

"You're out of your mind!" The familiar, always interrupting him with a disdainful voice.Song Qing raised her head, although her eyes were red, but her face had the most common lazy look on 669.

"Who cares about that dog?"

669 was surprised, "Then what were you doing just now?"

Song Qing stretched her waist, and then slowly said: "The emotional output is too strong, I have to let go of myself."

In this system, every second of Song Qing's presence in front of others is a drama without a director.If it fails, it will be judged that the collapse will return to the original point and start the plot again, so Song Qing must always be in the play to perfectly interpret "Secretary Song".

669 watched him leave the room full of embarrassment, walked to the bar and began to make coffee slowly. "Actually, the son of luck is also very pitiful. Seeing that he still wears the ring on his body, does he really love you?"

"Do you think he is pitiful?" Song Qing sniffed the aroma of the coffee, and said with a sneer: "A person who is about to marry a wealthy family and talks sweetly to his lover, what is so pitiful? Pity him, you might as well pity you Myself. Can we pass the level?"

669:"……"

It makes sense, and I can't refute it.

Sipping coffee, Song Qing showed a satisfied expression on her face, "Actually, the death of 'Secretary Song' in the air crash is the best ending for that dog. At least, the one who died was someone who he thought was 'full of love for him'." lover."

"So, now it's his own fault."

Song Qing snapped her fingers, "Bingo, the answer is correct."

In the task of "Mu Yan's Road to the Richest Man", "Secretary Song" agreed to Mu Yan's last wish because of his love for Mu Yan, and did his best to help Mu Yan become the richest man.The secretive sexual relationship between the two also came to an end when Mu Yan got married and "Secretary Song" left the scene angrily.

If Mu Yan's regret value is not so high, then everything will usher in the most perfect ending.

669 pretended to sigh deeply: "According to what you humans often say, this is really 'passionate but ruthlessly annoyed'."

Song Qing squinted at him and rolled her eyes, but the hip-stretching expression on his face revealed a sense of arrogance, "I've insulted Su Shi. Don't underestimate Mu Yan, that bastard might not Let it go."

"Hey, what else can he do next?" 669 was surprised, "Knowing that you didn't love him, is it possible that he still wants to force you to stay?"

Song Qing drank the rest of the coffee in one gulp, lowered her eyes halfway, and stroked the wall of the cup with her fingers. "It's okay, no matter what he wants to do, I'll wait for him to come."

Hoarse female voices chanted jazz ditties, and young men and women in bright clothes sat together in twos and threes, shaking their wine glasses, chatting and laughing.Unlike ordinary bars where fish and dragons are mixed together, this is the most upscale bar in Dragon City, and most of the people who can come in and spend money are either rich or expensive.Not only is there no ear-piercing electronic dance music bar, but even the seat design is relatively hidden, which can well protect the privacy of customers.

In the booth next to the wall, several empty glasses were scattered on the table, and one hand picked up the wine that the waiter had just brought up, but was stopped by someone stubbornly.

"President Mu, take it easy, there's a meeting tomorrow morning!" Wan Fei insisted on pressing Mu Yan's hand regardless of his status.But the already flushed, delirious man pushed his hand away vigorously, still yelling.

"You let go, stop me again, I, I will deduct your salary immediately."

Wan Fei: "..."

Sure enough, he is a vicious capitalist, drunk and thinking about deducting wages.

However, feeling bad from the bottom of his heart, he still tried his best to snatch the wine from his boss, and persuaded in a good voice: "Mr. Mu, if you are unhappy, you can vent your emotions in another way. Drinking too much is too harmful."

The man who was already drunk stretched out his hand to fish it several times, but when he found that he couldn't snatch the cup from Wan Fei's hand, he immediately leaned against the sofa and gave up completely.With one hand covering his eyes and his bangs in front of his forehead are messy, how can Mu Yan still have the spirit of being vigorous and resolute at this time?

Wan Fei has recently gotten used to being suddenly summoned to do non-work matters at any time during off-duty hours. For example, half an hour ago, he was halfway through eating with his blind date, and the boss called again.He even suspected that if this continues, the relationship that has finally progressed will turn yellow again.

Workers, working souls.

Wan Fei comforted himself in this way, waved to the waiter, motioned for the waiter to remove the empty cup from the table, and brought a cup of strong tea along the way.

After following Mu Yan for many years, this master would drink strong tea to sober up after drunk, Wan Fei thoughtfully arranged everything.At this time, Mu Yan suddenly spoke, with a muffled voice, "Wan Fei."

Wan Fei: "Hey, I'm here."

Mu Yan's hands drooped down, and he looked at his confidant with red eyes, "Tell me, how can I not compare to my brother? Mu Yan is really that good?"

Wan Fei was speechless for a moment.With a clear eye and a clear heart, he thought about it for a while, and probably understood Mu Yan's abnormality.Song Qing's information passed through his hands, and he had seen the photo of the golf course.Mu Yan's question...is not easy to answer.

"Mr. Mu, you ask me, how would I know? When I entered Hongda, Mr. Mu had already left."

That is to say, but in the past few years Hongda still has the legend of Mu Yan everywhere.He has a unique vision in his work, and he handles things neatly, but he treats his employees with a human touch, and his personality is also hearty, generous, kind and kind.Wan Fei searched for Hongda employees' evaluation of Mu Yan in his mind, but he sympathized with Mu Yan from the bottom of his heart.

Compared with the elder brother, the younger brother is more like an out-and-out capitalist.Whether it is a partner, a partner, or an employee, the evaluation of Mu Yan will always be two labels: handsome and ruthless.

The face is recognized as good-looking.But what hides under the handsome skin is the soul of a thoroughly capitalist.Mu Yan is a person who counts profit and loss in everything.Wan Fei recalled that a female employee in the administration department made a mistake before, and Mu Yan was also rude and fired her according to the rules.

If the employees of the company used to respect Mu Yan, then most employees now respect and fear Mu Yan.If he is Song Qing, the two brothers are on the same scale, and Mu Yan must be more important.

Thinking so, you can't say that, Wan Fei said: "Mr. Mu, why do you mind? Mr. Mu has been gone for so many years, you are fussing with a dead man-ah bah, I'm not good at talking Speak."

"But...but in his heart, I can't even compare to a dead person." Mu Yan raised his head and closed his eyes, exuding an air of despair all over his body.

Wan Fei has never seen Mu Yan like this before. It turns out that even the richest man, after falling out of love, is like an ordinary man, drinking, feeling sad, and talking nonsense.

The waiter brought steaming strong tea, but Mu Yan struggled to get up, and Wan Fei quickly followed up to help the good man, "Hey, take it easy, Mr. Mu, let's drink the hangover tea first."

Mu Yan acted as if he didn't hear it, and kept walking forward, staggering on his feet. If Wan Fei wasn't beside him, he would have fallen all over.He only muttered: "I want to go home, I want to go back and find him."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you home."

Wan Fei resigned to his fate, and it took a lot of effort to send the drunk back to the flat floor in Longcheng Bay.In the middle of the night, he rang the doorbell for nearly a minute before someone opened the door.

Song Qing stood in the entrance, the dim yellow lamp above his head seemed to cast a layer of soft light on his whole body.It's a pity that he was expressionless, and he didn't make any waves when he saw them.

"Secretary Song, this...Mr. Mu is drunk."

The person who opened the door remained motionless, and the scene suddenly became awkward.Wan Fei had no choice but to say to the drunk beside him, "Mr. Mu, wake up. You're home. Secretary Song is here."

Hearing "Secretary Song", the man who was half leaning on his shoulder finally reacted.Mu Yan raised his eyelids with difficulty, and the face that haunted him came into view.

In the next second, he struggled and rushed forward, holding the person he was thinking of in his arms, his words suppressed the indescribable pain, "Song Qing, don't love other people, you only love me, okay?"