Wild man picked up

Wen Yuan stared at his silent face, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart: "Rong Baichuan, do you hate me?"

"No." He answered quickly, with a look of dissatisfaction on the wish of seeing and hearing, and said: "Your family is still speculating about our relationship today, and I am worried that I will affect your life."

Wen Yuan sneered: "You are too overestimating yourself, what influence can it have on me?"

Rong Baichuan wanted to say:

What if your family misunderstood our personal relationship?

Ke Wenyuan's words made him feel like an ordinary tramp, what is there to be misunderstood?Had to be silent.

Wen Yuan leaned over to see him, Rong Baichuan looked at him, frowned and said, "You shouldn't be so close to me."

"I can't sleep, I'm so bored, shall we watch a movie?"

The computer was quickly taken to bed, and Rong Baichuan asked softly, "What do you want to watch?"

Wen Yuan originally wanted to watch horror movies, but he had been shadowed by watching horror movies before, so after deliberation, he decided not to, so the two of them chose a literary movie.Wen Yuan quite likes this kind of romantic and sensual movies. He was touched by the sad look of the hero and heroine, and tears came to his eyes.

Rong Baichuan: ...

He didn't expect Wen Yuan to have such an emotional side, and he felt a little weird for a while, but he felt that this was the original him.

Wen Yuan moaned and wiped away his tears, his head drooped towards Rong Baichuan's shoulders, and he fell asleep.

Rong Baichuan silently waited for the ending song to finish, and said softly, "A Yuan?"

There was no answer, he tilted his head slightly, staring at the other party's delicate white face, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were slightly red, his lips were like ripe cherries, deliciously beautiful.

Rong Baichuan's heart beat faster, he forced himself to look away, and after a while he looked over again, carefully hugging him up.

There was a big difference between when he was asleep and when he was awake, both his micro-expression and his aura became limp.Rong Baichuan inexplicably felt that he should not go to the Vanity Fair like the company, but should play the piano in the conservatory or warm room, enjoying the comfort and leisure.

Wen Yuan's head was limply tilted on the pillow, Rong Baichuan pulled the quilt to cover him, and his eyes suddenly fell on his hands.

Those hands were slender and slender, white as jade, he subconsciously reached out to touch them, the skin was smooth and soft, allowing Baichuan to secretly look at the other's face, lest he would wake up suddenly.

He carefully clasped his fingers together, and the palms touched, the tender meat there seemed to be carrying an electric current, jumping from the rough palm to convey the pleasure to the heart, and the blood boiled.

Wen Yuan hummed, and stretched out a foot from under the quilt.

Rong Baichuan subconsciously let go of his hands and sat up straight, and froze for a few seconds. After realizing that he had no other reaction, he squatted down and put all his hands and feet under the quilt, tucked the quilt back, and walked out calmly.

The door was closed, and the man pressed his hot forehead against the cold wall, swallowed his saliva, and closed his eyes for a long time.

The weekend is a good day for Wen Yuan. You don’t need to worry about the sudden restless alarm clock, and you don’t have to go to Cheng’an to fight with those annoying guys. You wake up in the morning, roll on the bed, and then turn on your phone and listen to yourself playing for a while piano piece.

He used to be one of the famous young pianists, and there is an album of his works on Mouyun Music. While listening to it, Wen Yuan couldn’t help pressing his fingers on the pillow to imitate playing the piano. He really wanted to It’s been a long time since I saw my big triangle, and I want to fly home right away to be in love with it.

Wen Yuan pulled himself together, tidied himself up, and walked out with a high spirit, with a loud voice: "Good morning!"

"Morning." Rong Baichuan heard the music on his mobile phone, and the melody was very familiar, as if he had heard it countless times, and he could hum every tone softly.

"What are you listening to?"

"Summer." Talking about music, Wen Yuan was very proud: "The pieces I composed in Paris have been given concerts at the Amsterdam Concert Hall and Carnegie Hall."

The Royal Concertgebouw in Amsterdam...

Rong Baichuan stared at him in a daze, as if in a daze he saw the beautiful young man playing heartily on the golden stage with all his heart. Dancing with the power of his knuckles, he is more enjoying than playing on stage.

Enjoy the music, and also enjoy the audience and wealth that music brings to him.

Elegant and confident, with tenderness and reserve in his bones, his eyes seem to be like the surface of a lake sprinkled by stars, dotted with stars and sparkling.

Rong Baichuan felt in a daze that he might have seen his concert, but that kind of place sounded very high-end, how could he, a homeless man, get in there?Saying it is estimated to be amused.

He secretly felt that his previous identity should not be simple.

Maybe, maybe there is a company about the same size as Cheng'an, right?Then he went bankrupt, so he was hit hard and got selective amnesia?

Shake your head, life is not an idol drama, so stop thinking about it.

"You are amazing." The man praised him, and sat down opposite him: "You have achieved so much in music, why don't you study?"

"Because I want to take back my father's things." Wen Yuan said as a matter of course: "Cheng'an is mine, and it can only be mine!"

That group of people took his father's money, and they kept saying that they received his father's orphan. When he spent a lot of money to learn music, his grandfather even asked himself to ask his second uncle and fifth uncle for permission. I hope that I may be grateful to them for being so kind to me for the rest of my life, thinking that I owe them favors.

He looked at those people in the family now, even the old man Wen, it was disgusting.

Wen Yuan's face was full of unwillingness and anger, Rong Baichuan patted his hand comfortingly: "I will help you."

Wen Yuan looked at him without blinking: "Will you always stay by my side and help me?"

"meeting."

Wen Yuan thought for a while: "During this period of time, you should have almost understood your own abilities, and you don't have the idea of ​​starting a business?"

"No."

"What if I give you some money?"

Rong Baichuan seemed to understand something.

Wen Yuan came over from the opposite side and huddled with him, saying: "If I give you a sum of money, I need you to start another company and swallow Cheng'an, can you do it?"

Rong Baichuan said: "You mean..."

Wen Yuan took his hand and said: "Take all the business of Cheng'an! Let it have nowhere to go and can only sell it. At present, I am just a small president with no executive power, and the equity is not in my hands. A few days ago Tian Wenkang has invited so many department managers over there, I think they will force me to abdicate at the regular meeting on Monday, I didn't intend to sit for a long time when I snatched this position, but I just wanted to get all the authority to find out about Cheng'an All the details, now that I know the bottom line about it, it’s time to overthrow it.”

Although his words were firm, Ke Wenyuan's eyes were a little apprehensive. He was not sure whether Rong Baichuan would help him, or whether he would run away with the money if the company was handed over to him. These were unknown risks.

Rong Baichuan finally understood why he yelled at the company's manager and showed no mercy to Wen Kang. It was because he didn't plan to stay in the position of president for too long, and he was forcing Wen Kang to fight back.

If Wen Yuan sits in Cheng'an's position as president, he will have limited energy and will definitely not have time to take care of the new company.

What's more, let Wen Kang sit in the position of president and make the final decision, only then can Cheng'an's demise be accelerated.

Rong Baichuan gave the answer: "I can."

Wen Yuan smiled slowly, he leaned closer to the man, his eyes were soft and gentle, and he said pointedly: "If you succeed, I will reward you well."

Rong Baichuan frowned, and secretly took a deep breath.

The author has something to say: When the chief executive asks for the reward, I will definitely regret it (oo)`?)