Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

"Sir, what are you... doing with your neck up all the time?" The waiter serving in the hall on the first floor saw Meng Xing in the same strange posture several times, and finally couldn't help but came over to ask questions.

Meng Xing stood up directly and replied casually: "I think your ceiling decoration is more stylish."

The waiter glanced at the ceiling, which was nothing but a wall of white paint, and fell silent.

And Meng Xing couldn't care less about the waiter's surprise, because the poisonous cup of tea had been brought to Wen Rulan, and Wen Rulan was about to drink it.

Meng Xing walked to the stairs leading to the second floor, regardless of the no-entry line pulled up, he directly supported his wrist, and turned in from the side of the handrail of the stairs.

Behind him came the exclamation of the service staff, Meng Xing didn't care, he ran up to the second floor in three steps at a time, and pushed open the door of Wen Rulan's box before the security personnel behind him caught up with him.

Then, Meng Xing met those dark and deep eyes for the first time.Looking at each other, Meng Xing was stunned for a moment.

Wen Rulan held the teacup in her hand and looked at the man who suddenly broke in. She was also stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and subconsciously wanted to pick up the teacup and take a sip to cover up his gaffe, but suddenly stopped.

"You can't drink it!" Meng Xing's roar came the next moment.

Wen Rulan raised her eyebrows, and Manager Huang next to her was covered in cold sweat.

Meng Xing wanted to say more, but several black-clothed bodyguards in the private room had already surrounded him, and the security guards of the tea house who had been chasing after him finally followed him.

Meng Xing was surrounded from front to back, and the door to the box was suddenly crowded. A middle-aged man who looked like the owner of a tea house squeezed his way in through the crowd at the door and kept bowing to apologize to Wen Rulan, saying that they had not provided good hospitality and that the security measures were not in place.

Wen Rulan put down the teacup, propped her chin with her hands, ignored the owner of the tea house, and only stared with interest at Meng Xing, who was firmly held by the bodyguards at the door.

He made a gesture to let go. Meng Xing, whose limbs were controlled and his mouth was covered, finally regained his freedom.

"You said... you can't drink it?" Wen Rulan tapped the cup of tea on the coffee table with her fingertips.

Meng Xing's head turned quickly. The real reason must not be said. There was a line in the system description at the beginning that players should not reveal their player identities.And even without this rule, Meng Xing would not be so stupid as to casually reveal his hole cards.

He couldn't tell the truth, but he could make up: "I was a customer drinking tea on the first floor. I saw a waiter sneaking something into the teapot. I suspected that he was doing something illegal and criminal, so I followed him. Come here and do something brave."

Although the waiter administered the medicine in the blind corner of the corridor on the second floor and Meng Xing should not have seen it, the waiter was not here now and left after delivering the tea. He should have escaped by now. Meng Xing was not afraid of the other party following him. Confront yourself.

After hearing Meng Xing's words, Wen Rulan's demeanor did not change much, as if he wasn't the one who almost died, but the captain of the bodyguard turned serious, and asked Wen Rulan for instructions: "Boss?"

Wen Rulan nodded: "Go and check."

The captain of the bodyguard took the cup of suspected poisonous tea and went out to check it, while the rest of the bodyguards surrounded Meng Xing without letting go of their vigilance against him.

But Meng Xing is no longer nervous. Anyway, the poisoning has been exposed. Wen Rulan will not die suddenly, and his game will not fail suddenly, so his demeanor suddenly becomes very leisurely. Surrounded by vicious bodyguards, they leaned against the door frame casually.

On the contrary, both the tea house owner and Manager Huang were sweating coldly. This reaction was considered normal. After all, one is the boss of this place and he must be responsible for anything that happens, while the other is the one who initiated this dinner party. Manager Huang, if anything happens to Wen Rulan, he will definitely be responsible.

But not joint and several responsibilities, but primary responsibilities.

Meng Xing took a look at Manager Huang's profile while waiting.

ID: Huang Youcai

He is a financial manager who has worked for Spark Company for 28 years. He has profound qualifications and proficient business capabilities.

The short and unremarkable introduction seems to be just an insignificant little person, but according to the script Meng Xing knows, Manager Huang has lost hundreds of millions of public funds, and was bribed by a mysterious force, intending to cooperate with the other party inside and outside to assassinate Wen Rulan.

Today's poisoning incident was planned by Manager Huang.But Meng Xing didn't intend to immediately expose Manager Huang's betrayal in front of Wen Rulan. First, he shouldn't know about it with his current status, and second...Meng Xing didn't want to startle the snake.

It is true that Manager Huang wants to assassinate Wen Rulan, but he is just a chess piece controlled by interests. There is another person who wants to kill Wen Rulan. If the other party is not eliminated, then even if Manager Huang's chess piece is abolished, the plan to assassinate Wen Rulan will still happen. continue.

Meng Xing was thinking about how to use the traitor Manager Huang to catch the person behind the scenes. Before he could come up with a charter, the very reliable captain of the bodyguard had already returned.

He told something in Wen Rulan's ear. Wen Rulan's expression suddenly turned cold and she said in a cold tone: "Go and capture the person."

"Yes!" The captain of the bodyguard responded, calling for someone while running outside.

As the bodyguard captain left the box, the tea shop owner knelt on the ground with a plop. Not only was he sweating coldly, his legs were weak. The reaction of the bodyguard captain has confirmed that the poisoning is true. So with Wen Rulan's character, she will not easily let go of the tea house owner who may be related to the murderer. After all, why not do it elsewhere, just pick your tea house? ?

"Wen, Mr. Wen, I really, really don't know..." The boss of the tea house couldn't even speak the words he threatened.

And he was so frightened, but Wen Rulan had a kind face, and he was puzzled in his kindness, as if he didn't understand why the owner of the tea house was so scared.

He said in a gentle tone: "Those who purify themselves will purify themselves. If Boss Jia really doesn't know anything about it, then please cooperate with the investigation. After the investigation is completed, my people will definitely not embarrass you."

The last trace of color on the face of the tea house owner named Jia was frightened away. Wen Rulan's so-called cooperation with the investigation must not be an ordinary investigation method.

With such a pale face, he was taken away by two bodyguards. Besides the bodyguards, only Wen Rulan, Meng Xing and Manager Huang were left in the room.

After Boss Jia finished apologizing, Manager Huang was about to follow up and express his opinion, but Wen Rulan stopped him impatiently: "Manager Huang invited me here to taste tea. It was a kind intention. What happened today must be just an accident." ."

It was too late to be amazed at how Wen Rulan was so talkative today. Manager Huang, who thought he might have to lose his skin today, immediately went downhill and said, "It was an accident, yes, but I also made mistakes. !"

Wen Rulan nodded in agreement, he sent Manager Huang away, and finally had time to deal with Meng Xing.

Wen Rulan crossed her legs and leaned on the sofa in a loose posture. She placed her hands on her lower abdomen. He tilted his head and gestured: "Sit."

Meng Xing, who had been standing for a long time watching the show, finally got a seat. He sat on the sofa next to Wen Rulan without hesitation.

Because they were sitting too close, their knees accidentally touched each other. Although it was only a small touch, and they separated immediately, the eyebrows of several bodyguards guarding the room trembled slightly. After all, they had never I have seen such a brave man.

Meng Xing didn't feel much about this unexpected touch, and Wen Rulan didn't seem to feel much about it, but his expression became softer, and he asked, "What's your name?"

"Meng Xing." This is Meng Xing's real name, and also his character name in this game world.

Wen Rulan looked at Meng Xing's youthful appearance again, and guessed, "College student?"

Meng Xing recalled his identity and replied, "It's been two years since I graduated."

"Oh." Wen Rulan smiled: "The pennant of being brave for justice can't be sent to your school, how about sending it to your work unit?"

This is trying to trick me. Meng Xing thought to himself, he also smiled and said, "I don't have a job, I'm just a homeless person."

Wen Rulan looked surprised and asked with concern, "Then what do you do for a living?"

Meng Xing rubbed his nose, what do you do for a living? In fact, Wen Rulan hadn't been assassinated yet, and he might have starved to death on the streets first.

The system is really amazing. He just arrived here and didn’t even have any start-up capital. With the last bit of money he had, he just ordered the cheapest tea downstairs. Now he really has no fixed place to live and no money.

However, regarding his current poverty situation, Meng Xing thought of a good way to kill two birds with one stone. He suddenly corrected his expression and introduced himself: "Mr. Wen, I don't have a job, and I haven't had any work before. I used to live on my parents' inheritance , now that the money is spent, Mr. Wen, your family has a big business, and I saved your life anyway, do you think there are any jobs with low thresholds that you can introduce to me?"

Hearing this, several bodyguards all showed their original expressions. Their feelings were someone who knew Wen Rulan's identity and came to ask for money by acting bravely. What kind of low-threshold job was just a tactful way to ask for money.

In this way, it is not surprising that Meng Xing appears. Compared with simply acting bravely, such an excuse mixed with interests is obviously more able to make Wen Rulan let down her guard.

Meng Xing's calculation was to use this to sneak into Wen Rulan's company to achieve the purpose of close protection, and at the same time solve his own financial deficit, which was perfect.

However, the reality could be a little more perfect. In Meng Xing's imagination, Wen Rulan would probably only give him a low-ranking errand, which belonged to the kind where he didn't see Wen Rulan for ten days and a half months.

But Wen Rulan opened her mouth and said, "I happen to be short of an assistant. If you don't mind, you can take the job tomorrow."

So Assistant Meng took office, and received a bonus of one million on the first day of taking office.

Although Meng Xing had no feelings for Wen Rulan at first, and only came to protect him for the game mission, but he suddenly received such a large sum of money, he couldn't help feeling more sincere.

After all, there are really not many bosses as proud as Wen Rulan, and he has very few things to do. He won't order assistants like other bosses would call servants, serve tea, pour water, pinch his waist and beat his legs.

What Meng Xing did most during the three days at work was to be in a daze. He had no choice but to do nothing.

Also following behind Wen Rulan, those bodyguards were also responsible for guarding, Meng Xing didn't have to be responsible for anything, just poked him.

With more money and less work, and the company still covers it, Meng Xing once felt that this job was unique in the world.

However, after attending the so-called dinner party held by Manager Huang today to make amends, he finally knew that he was wrong.

Big mistakes.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Meng Xing moved his wrist, and the handcuffs locked his hands firmly behind the chair. The late bill will arrive soon.

After Meng Xing recalled his experiences over the past few days and expressed his thoughts on life, the sound of the lock bolt suddenly came from outside the door. With a "click", Wen Rulan pushed the door open and entered.