Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

On August 8, the weather was sunny.

On the first official day of work, the balance was 0.

Meng Xing wrote a diary on the notepad on his mobile phone. He actually didn't have the habit of writing a diary, but just like killing a chicken to show it to the monkey, he suddenly came up with the idea of ​​writing a diary to show it to the marten.

However, the ferret didn't look at it. The ferret lay on Meng Xing's shoulder, yawned, and then curled up and hid its head in Meng Xing's collar without even looking at the phone screen in Meng Xing's hand.

No matter how Meng Xing performed, the audience didn't even look at him, and the performance was really lonely.

Meng Xing sighed, turned off the phone screen, and prepared to think of another way.

He is now in the president's office on the top floor of the company building that Wen Rulan is in charge of. He is sitting on the sofa in the office. He is nominally an assistant, but he actually knows nothing. Wen Rulan doesn't ask him to do anything and just lets him do whatever he wants. Just leave it on.

As for Wen Rulan, she was sitting behind the desk on the president's exclusive leather desk and chair, working on official documents.

Meng Xing also wanted to stay as he pleased, but when he thought about his balance, he felt uncomfortable. He asked for money directly, but he couldn't open his mouth.

To break down the previous experiences of asking for money, the first time was when Wen Rulan took the initiative to give, the second time was because he was the emperor, and it was reasonable to apply to the Prime Minister to transfer some silver, and the third time was when he was drunk, and he talked nonsense after drinking. It can be said, but not in a normal state.

As an upright man, how could he ask for money from another man who is neither a relative nor an acquaintance?

It was beneath his dignity as a man.

It's not possible to be direct, but it's okay to give hints in a roundabout way. Hence the idea of ​​writing a diary for Diao to read.

As for why the ferret didn't stay with its owner as usual, but instead lay on Meng Xing's shoulder in a skillful manner. Before yesterday, the ferret had never laid down in this position. Meng Xing had only held it and rubbed it, but not its upper shoulders.

However, in order to protect Meng Xing from the attack at the dinner yesterday, the ferret jumped on Meng Xing's shoulder in desperation, and then it fell in love with this place.

Meng Xing refused at first. Even if the ferret protected his handsome face, he would not compromise.

He wanted to keep a distance from Wen Rulan and the ferret. After leaving the banquet hall last night, when they arrived at Wen Rulan's villa, the ferret naturally wanted to jump on his shoulders. Meng Xing resolutely picked up the ferret and returned it to Wen Rulan.

When sleeping, the doors and windows are locked to prevent ferrets from sneaking in again.

However, in the middle of the night, Meng Xing woke up due to the heat. A ball of fur nestled on his chest. It would be strange if it wasn't hot.

Meng Xing cruelly threw the ferret off the bed, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping. But he was not a cruel person after all. After throwing the ferret out of bed, he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but secretly turned around and looked at the ferret he had thrown out of bed.

I saw the ferret nesting on the cold floor at the corner of the bed, its slender body balled up. It seemed that the floor was too hard and it was not comfortable to sleep on, so it was as awake as Meng Xing.

Then inadvertently, the eyes of one person and one mink met.

Then, the ferret slept openly on Meng Xing's bed.

Early the next morning, that is, this morning, it even hung on Meng Xing's shoulder naturally.

Meng Xing no longer stubbornly threw the ferret away, because as soon as the ferret left him, it would look at him with lonely and lonely eyes, and it did not make a fuss when it was left behind, that is, the ferret formed a ball. Tuan, well-behaved and pitiful. These actions dealt a huge blow to Meng Xing's conscience.

After a long struggle between conscience and reason, Meng Xing decided to abandon logic.

A mink is a mink, and a human is a human being. Although it is Wen Rulan's soul beast, it is still different.

Yes, it's different.

Meng Xing deceived himself in this way, so he let the ferret nest on him.

The plan of writing a diary to show Diao failed, and Meng Xing continued to think of other strategies.

But before he came up with the second hint plan, Wen Rulan had already finished processing the official documents. With a "click" sound, he capped the pen, stood up and left the desk, and shouted to Meng Xing, who was sitting on the sofa, "Let's go."

Meng Xing was a little unable to react in time because the speed was too fast.

They arrived at the company at nine o'clock, and it was only ten o'clock, and Wen Rulan had already finished processing it? Isn’t it too easy for this president to be?

As if seeing his doubts, Wen Rulan explained: "There are still seven days until the showdown. I just want to look at the company's affairs that are particularly important. I have to focus on preparing for the showdown on August 8."

Meng Xing suddenly realized that what Wen Rulan said made sense, but...how to prepare for this?

"Isn't it true that the level of mental power cannot be cultivated later in life?" Meng Xing asked curiously as he followed Wen Rulan.

"Spiritual power level cannot be acquired, but control ability can." Wen Rulan responded patiently.

When the mental power is not much different, it is particularly important to control the mental power. Otherwise, you will have huge mental power but not control it. It would be like Meng Xing who copied Wen Rulan's cultivation in the previous world and was far from able to exert it. The strength that one should have in the Dzogchen realm of the Mahayana period.

"How do you practice control?" Meng Xing asked one question after another.

While they were talking, they had already taken the elevator down one floor. Wen Rulan did not explain, but waited for the elevator door to open and pointed outside the elevator door.

Meng Xing looked in the direction Wen Rulan pointed and saw a training room that occupied almost an entire floor. The outer wall of the training room is made of transparent glass, so Meng Xing can intuitively see the inside of the training room, where rows of bionic robots stand.

Although the technological level is not much higher than that of the real world before Meng Xing traveled through time, the overall time is two hundred years ahead, so in terms of technology tree, this world is still more advanced.

For example, the bionic robots used for combat in front of you are the technological products of this world. The bionic robots are made to imitate the humanoid shape. They also have all the combat capabilities that humans should have, and can freely set the difficulty, making them excellent sparring opponents.

Of course, there is also a disadvantage, that is, it is expensive.

This technology is also the most cutting-edge technology in the world, so each bionic robot is expensive to build. Even the oldest models cost around 50 million to buy.

As for this row of bionic robots, Meng Xing roughly counted them and found that there were almost twenty, which was already a base of one billion.

Before he could finish sighing about Wen Rulan's wealth, the employee responsible for maintaining the training room took the initiative to come over and reported to Wen Rulan: "Mr. Wen, the ten new bionic robots that were ordered last time arrived today, and they are more difficult than the previous ones. Quite an improvement.”

Newly made to order? The value will definitely not stop at 50 million, but ten of them were ordered in one go? Meng Xing took a breath, he had never seen so much money.

No, he had seen it before, in Wen Rulan's account in the first dream. So close to him yet so far away.

Damn rich people! Meng Xing felt envious and jealous in his heart.

"Yes." Wen Rulan responded lightly, and then led by the staff to the entrance of the training room where the new bionic robots were placed.

Before entering, he told Meng Xing: "These bionic robots are equipped with thermal weapons. Although they are not loaded with live ammunition, they still have a certain degree of lethality. Just stand outside. The glass is specially made, so there will be no danger outside." .”

"Okay." Meng Xing agreed.

But Wen Rulan still didn't take her eyes away from Meng Xing. Meng Xing was looking at him with confusion. Finally, he realized belatedly that Wen Rulan was not looking at him, but at the ferret hanging on his shoulder.

This is mental training, and the soul beast must go with him, but the ferret still relies on him and has no intention of training with its master.

Meng Xing was a little surprised: "Can't you call it? Isn't the soul beast connected to its master's mind?"

The performance of the soul beast is the reflection of the master's inner thoughts. How could it not listen to the master's words?

Hearing Meng Xing's question, Wen Rulan didn't answer for a while. He just gave Meng Xing a meaningful look, and then answered slowly: "But I can't control my heart."

Intellectually he knew that he had to leave Meng Xing for training, but in his heart he still wanted to stay by his side, so the ferret acted out of control.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020061417:58:442020061501:24:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

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