Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

At seven o'clock in the evening, a black business limousine parked in front of the men's clothing store for a long time. Finally, with the driver's eager anticipation, the two passengers came back.

He stood by the car door and respectfully opened the back door for his boss and his new assistant.

As for why the boss took his new assistant who had been on the job for less than an hour to visit the men's clothing store, especially when he stayed in the underwear area for a long time, this is not what he, a driver, should ask.

After the two of them were seated, the driver closed the car door, then got into the driver's seat and drove to tonight's banquet location.

He concentrated on driving, not listening to the conversation between the boss and his little lover...no, the new assistant in the trunk.

In fact, he couldn't hear it even if he wanted to. There was a soundproof wall between the front and rear seats of this stretch sedan, and the only way to communicate was through the intercom embedded in the body.

Likewise, he couldn't see what was happening behind him, whether the boss was talking to his little lover...he said it wrong again, it was an assistant, although it wasn't much different. Anyway, from the perspective of the driver, who has been in the industry for many years, Assistant Meng should not have been elected based on his professional ability.

On the surface, the driver maintained his professionalism and didn't even look at Assistant Meng. In fact, he was thinking wildly in his heart, wondering whether his boss was doing something unspeakable with him in the back compartment.

In fact, no, Wen Rulan did have this intention, but Meng Xing didn't, so he had no choice but not to.

"Are the clothes appropriate?" Wen Rulan spoke without squinting and her expression was serious. The ferret lying on his shoulder honestly moved its gaze to Meng Xing's waist.

Meng Xing: "..." No matter how serious you pretend to be, this soul beast completely exposed Wen Rulan's inner thoughts.

He couldn't help but change his sitting position, raising his legs to block the ferret's prying eyes. He coughed dryly: "It's appropriate now."

"That's good." Wen Rulan smiled, and the ferret also moved his eyes away from Meng Xing. He turned to business: "Tonight's banquet is hosted by the Upper House, and the attendees are all members of the major families. The purpose is to discuss the specific arrangements for the showdown on August 8."

Meng Xing nodded first. After nodding, he suddenly realized: "Wait, the participants are all mentalists? Then I..."

He is a loser with no mental power level, can he get in?

"Don't worry, I can take you in, no one dares to say anything." Wen Rulan saw Meng Xing's unfinished intention. He put his hand on the car window and rested his chin casually, with confidence in his words.

The ferret on his shoulders also raised its head, revealing the presence of a powerful S-class soul beast.

"As for your identity, you have two choices, be my assistant, or..." Wen Rulan paused, and her eyes suddenly became a bit dark: "Male companion."

"Be an assistant!" Meng Xing immediately chose the former without even thinking about it.

After all, he has experience as an assistant.

"Okay." Wen Rulan sighed softly, and the ferret also shrugged. Although he was not surprised by Meng Xing's choice, he was still a little disappointed.

He mentioned something more: "There will probably be a lot of people talking to me at the banquet, and I may not be able to take care of you..."

"I'll just find a corner and stay there." Meng Xing continued calmly.

"Well..." Wen Rulan responded. He thought about it again and suddenly remembered: "By the way, Cheng Peng will also be attending tonight."

"Cheng Peng..." Meng Xing read the name. Cheng Peng was another S-level mental power user and Wen Rulan's opponent. Meng Xing suspected that he would sneak attack Wen Rulan.

"Is this person rather arrogant? A arrogant one?" Meng Xing's system description said this, but he still asked Wen Rulan for confirmation.

"Not only arrogant, but also stupid." Wen Rulan commented unceremoniously.

As he spoke, the ferret snorted disdainfully, looking down on Cheng Peng from the inside out.

Meng Xing: "..." Wen Rulan is actually quite arrogant, but it is different from Cheng Peng. Wen Rulan's arrogance is more restrained, while Cheng Peng's is more exposed.

"Are you very confident that you can beat him in the showdown on August 8th?" Meng Xing asked again.

"In terms of strength alone, I can definitely beat him." Wen Rulan's tone was very conceited.

However... after he said this, his eyes turned to the window, looking at the street scene passing by outside the car window, just like the countdown of his life that was dwindling. His voice suddenly became softer, and he asked softly: "How will I die this time?"

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment, but he did not answer immediately.

After a long silence, Meng Xing chose to tell the truth truthfully: "On August 8th, you will die in a sneak attack."

"Yes." Wen Rulan's tone was calm, as if the person who was sentenced to death was not him.

But the ferret on his shoulders tightened his body a little. It was just a shawl, but now it was almost rolled into a fur collar.

Meng Xing saw all this in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand, rubbed the ferret's head, and said comfortingly: "There is still me."

Wen Rulan raised her eyes and glanced at Meng Xing, the corners of her lips curved, and he said "hmm" again, still in a calm tone, but with a hint of joy and peace of mind.

The ferret took the initiative to rub Meng Xing's hand, and was even a little reluctant when Meng Xing took back his hand.

Meng Xing was also a little reluctant to give up, but unfortunately the ferret was not his, but Wen Rulan's, and it was transformed by Wen Rulan's mental power. It seemed not good for him to touch it too much.

But...the furry feel is so addictive. Meng Xing is envious of Diudiu, and he also wants to have something furry that he can caress about... So why does he have no mental power?

It’s all the system’s fault! Every time the role assigned to him is a loser with no more than five combat abilities!

The system probably heard Meng Xing's inner curse, and it jumped out on its own initiative, ending Meng Xing's delusion: "Stop thinking about it, you won't have a soul beast."

"Why?" Meng Xing was unwilling to give in.

"There is no reason." The system was unreasonable at all, but... it suddenly changed its tone: "You can think of me as your soul beast."

Meng Xing: "..."

"Goodbye." He refused from body to heart.

"Why?" It was the system's turn to ask.

"Do you have hair?" Meng Xing's tone was very disdainful.

"I do." The system gave an answer that Meng Xing never expected.

"You have hair?! Wait, does that mean you actually have a physical body?!" Meng Xing's expression was a little broken. He always thought that the system was just a virtual consciousness!

His shock at this moment was like discovering that Pikachu's skin was not smooth and smooth like a whale when he saw the live-action Pikachu movie, but had fluffy down.

"So what is your prototype? So greedy for money, are you Pixiu?" After being shocked, Meng Xing immediately asked.

"No." The system denied it, but it refused to explain what it was, and seemed to realize that it had said too much, so it closed its mouth and began to pretend to be dead.

Meng Xing wanted to ask again, but the car had already reached its destination unknowingly.

After the driver parked the car, he opened the rear door. Wen Rulan got out of the car first, and Meng Xing had to follow.

As soon as they got out of the car, many people noticed Wen Rulan's arrival. Like stars holding the moon, all kinds of people came together. Whether they were familiar with each other or not, they all pretended to be familiar with each other and came to chat with Wen Rulan. Meng Xing could still follow Wen Rulan at the beginning, but when it came time to hold a banquet After entering the auditorium, he had been squeezed out.

Wen Rulan dealt with these greetings. His expression was not very friendly, and he was even a little impatient, but people who fawned over him still flocked to him.

Meng Xing looked at each other from a distance outside the crowd. Wen Rulan was still dealing with the crowd, but the ferret stood up from Wen Rulan's shoulders, searching for something. Finally, it looked at Meng Xing, and Meng Xing did A gesture indicating that he would go to the corner to stay.

The ferret nodded his head to show he understood. Meng Xing went to the good location that he had already chosen. This place was remote, there were few people, and it was close to the dining table.

Of course, dinner and drinks were provided for the dinner. Although no one came here for the meal, Meng Xing had nothing to do except eat snacks. He was an ordinary person and no one even came to talk to him.

But in fact, he was not lonely, because he found that the desserts in this hotel were really good, and he was quite happy eating them alone.

And while he was eating, he could also secretly observe the people at the banquet. Meng Xing quickly found Cheng Peng, because like Wen Rulan, he was surrounded by a group of people and was very conspicuous in the hall that could accommodate thousands of people.

And he also has another very eye-catching symbol, that is, his soul beast is also outside the body.

Even the A-level ones, which are closest to the S-level mental power users, are very different in strength, because all mental power users below the S-level have limited mental power, and allowing the soul beast to maintain its physical form consumes a lot of money and cannot last long. maintain.

S-level mental power users are different. Their soul beasts never need to be taken back into the body, and can always stay with them like pets or partners.

Therefore, although this huge banquet hall was full of spiritual power users, Meng Xing did not see a zoo, and everyone did not reveal their soul beasts.

Besides Wen Rulan's ferret, the other soul beast in the field was the golden eagle on Cheng Peng's shoulder.

They are also translucent, Wen Rulan's ferret is more silvery white, and Cheng Peng's eagle is more golden. The half-meter-tall golden eagle stood majestically on Cheng Peng's shoulder. It held out its chest and looked down at the nearby crowd with its sharp eyes, full of undisguised arrogance.

Like the soul beast, its owner is equally arrogant and domineering. Cheng Peng seemed to have asked the man who looked like an assistant following him to pour him a glass of wine, but maybe he forgot to add ice or some other minor problem, so he got furious.

"Trash, you can't even handle this!" Cheng Peng knocked over the wine glass handed to him by the assistant and let the wine splash all over him. His straight suit was soaked and he was in a state of embarrassment. This was not enough, he glared and shouted angrily: "Get out of here! Don't be an eyesore in front of me!"

After these words fell, the golden eagle standing on his shoulder took action at the same time. It made a movement of spreading its wings. It did not really fly up, but just used its extended wings to slap the splashed man mercilessly. Let me help you with the wine.

The assistant was not slapped in the face, but the glasses on the bridge of his nose were slapped to the ground. Faced with such humiliation, the assistant said nothing, just lowered his head and continued to be hit and scolded. After Cheng Peng left, , he lowered his body to look for the glasses that he didn’t know where he had dropped.

Meng Xing watched the whole process from a distance and could only lament that he was the same person but had different fates. He was also an assistant. He was very comfortable as an assistant. Looking at Cheng Peng, how miserable it would be.

But he didn't have to sympathize with the other party, because the assistant was probably willing to do so.

He is the only ordinary person present, but this assistant is not. This assistant is also a psychic. No matter how strong or weak, even the lowest E-level psychic can still get along well in society, and even obtain the status of an ordinary person. Revered. But the other party was willing to be a small assistant next to Cheng Peng who was always criticized. He must have the intention to please the next spiritual leader.

In the final analysis, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

So Meng Xing just looked at the other person from a distance and did not help him find glasses.

After groping for a while, the assistant finally found the glasses that had been blown off on the corner of the table. He breathed out thankfully that the lenses were not broken. He carefully wiped the lenses with a tissue and put them on again.

Meng Xing had already looked away from the other party. It was only because he wanted to understand the thoughts of the subordinates around Cheng Peng that he casually opened the system interface and checked the assistant's information.

He should have seen the character ID and character profile on the system interface suddenly flicker.

Like an old-fashioned TV set with poor signal, Meng Xing felt as if brief snowflakes appeared on the screen in front of him.

Meng Xing shook his head, feeling a little dizzy from the snowflakes. This is the first time this has happened. Although the system is very messy, it is well optimized and there has never been any bad contact.

So... was he dazzled?

Or... "Is the system program broken?" Meng Xing asked in his heart.

The system finally stopped pretending to be dead and argued: "No."

Could it be that he was really dazzled? Meng Xing muttered, and he checked the other party's character information again, but the screen was all blurry again, and his dizziness worsened. Meng Xing rubbed his temples and held on to the dining table next to him to prevent him from falling.

what is the problem?

Meng Xing frowned and looked at the assistant, but found that the assistant was also looking at him. Probably aware of Meng Xing's gaze, the other person gave Meng Xing a shy smile.

And, he walked towards Meng Xing.

"Hello, you are Mr. Wen's assistant." The other party greeted Meng Xing in a friendly manner and extended his hand politely.

Meng Xing didn't shake his hand back. He was still rubbing his painful temples partly because of this, but partly because...this man was a bit suspicious.

Why did the system never have any problems, but why did the screen appear blurry when he checked the identity of the other party?

So much so that even now, Meng Xing doesn't know who the other person is or what his last name is.

The other party must have realized the vigilance in Meng Xing's eyes, and quickly waved his hands and explained: "I am Mr. Cheng's assistant. Although Mr. Wen and Mr. Cheng are rivals, I have no ill intentions."

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself." The man smacked his head in annoyance, and then smiled kindly at Meng Xing.

He introduced himself: "My name is Wu Jin."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020061101:04:072020061201:41:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: aaa1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Xueli Xunsi, demoのtest, 1 bottle of one-year-old Lucky Duck;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!