Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

The company co-founded by Song Xingan and Qin Mulin was established two years ago. They did not hold these events last year. This is their first annual meeting. The company has prepared a lottery and the company members have also prepared programs.

Ok……

All I can say is that being tacky to the extreme is trendy.

Song Xing'an also brought his family to the annual meeting. He was usually serious and looked difficult to approach. Employees usually didn't dare to joke with him as a big boss. But today was different. Those who had a say in the company relied on Jiang Wan's presence and had someone to support them, and they all wanted to toast him as the big boss.

Song Xingan successfully got drunk.

He usually becomes more silent when drunk and doesn't pay much attention to others talking to him. After asking his assistant to send him home, he basically drinks the sobering soup and goes to sleep. But as long as Jiang Wan is around, he will never sleep.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the big boss holding Jiang Wan's arm, his whole body sticking to her, muttering that he was not drunk.

Hey, every time the boss is with Miss Jiang, he seems like a different person, he has gotten used to it.

Now he is also known as Mr. Song by others.

The house rented by Mr. Song is relatively close to the company, and the hotel where the annual meeting is held is also very close to the company. It only takes ten minutes from the hotel to where he lives.

The car drove into the underground parking lot. The driver saw that Song Xing'an could hardly walk in a straight line, so he wanted to go forward to help him.

Mr. Song avoided the hand he extended, held Jiang Wan's arm with both hands, and said aggrievedly: "I don't want anyone else to help me."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you." Jiang Wan asked the driver to go back first and she helped him up the stairs.

She helped the drunk onto the sofa.

When Jiang Wan was about to pour a cup of tea for the drunkard, she turned around and saw him staggering towards the bedroom.

She followed him.

Then I saw this man sitting on the ground, taking out a box from the bedside table and holding it in his arms like a treasure.

Jiang Wan put down the teacup, squatted down in front of him, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Wanwan." He was really drunk and had forgotten how he got back. When he saw her, he went straight to her. "Wanwan, you came into my dream. I'm so happy."

Jiang Wan: “…”

"Shh, these are all my assets. I will give them to Wanwan tomorrow." He opened the box as if presenting a treasure and showed her what was inside.

There was his household registration book and a document. She picked it up and saw that it was a share transfer agreement.

He wanted to transfer 90% of his shares to her. As long as she signed, Mr. Song would work for her for the rest of his life.

Below the agreement was a velvet box containing a ring.

She looked complicated.

He took out his wallet from his pocket and threw it into the box, muttering, "The bank card is Wanwan's, and the house is also Wanwan's..."

"I'm going to propose tomorrow, I can't forget it." He thought of something and smiled to himself, "I'm Wanwan too. Everything is Wanwan's."

This fool.

"Do you like Wanwan very much?"

"I like it." He nodded hurriedly, "I like Wanwan, only Wanwan."

She teased him deliberately, "You like her so much, what if Wanwan doesn't agree to your proposal?"

"Yeah, then what should I do?" He put away the smile on his face, looking very sad, and then he suddenly realized, "Don't come to my dream, go to Wanwan's dream, and tell her to want me, okay? I'm fine."

As he spoke, he counted his strengths on his fingers.

"I cook delicious food and look good."

"I can make money and look good."

"I'm not bald and I'm good looking."

……

Jiang Wan: "Why do you keep repeating that you are good-looking?"

"Wanwan likes good-looking guys." He said as a matter of course.

"Yes." Jiang Wan smiled and raised her hand to pinch his cheek. "But you are right. She likes good-looking people. Give all these to me and I will help you talk to her and ask her to agree to your proposal, okay?"

He struggled with his thoughts for a while, then shook his head and said it was a bad idea. If he gave it to her, he wouldn't be able to propose to her.

"Then I'll choose one, okay?" Jiang Wan coaxed him like a child, "I'll only choose one, and then I'll go to Wanwan in her dream and tell her to accept your proposal."

"Okay." He took the ring and put it in his pocket first, then handed the rest to her, and said reluctantly, "You choose."

Jiang Wan held her chin up, "Is it okay if I choose you?"

"No, I belong to Wanwan."

"I am Wanwan."

"You are Wanwan in my dream."

She argued with the drunkard for a long time and tricked him into giving her everything in his arms.

He was lying on the bed holding the ring box, looking aggrieved. He curled up and looked pitiful. He could not even open his eyes, but he kept muttering, "The ring belongs to Wanwan. I can't give it to anyone else."

Jiang Wan shook her head and chuckled. After he fell asleep, she took the things in his hands, put them in the box and put it back on the bedside table.

Act as if you are totally unaware.

Keep the surprise he prepared for himself.

Song Xing'an was really drunk this time. He only remembered Jiang Wan helping him back when he was drunk. He completely forgot what happened afterwards. When he saw the person next to him was still sleeping soundly, the discomfort after the hangover was instantly swept away. He wanted to kiss her, but when he thought of the smell of alcohol on his body, he restrained himself and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

While washing, a picture flashed before my eyes.

He froze.

Not sure if it was a dream or real.

He carefully opened the bedside table and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the things inside had not been touched and his wallet was still in his coat.

How could I possibly hold these things and sit on the floor and talk to Wanwan?

It's all a dream.

……

He had rehearsed the proposal scene so many times in his mind that even though he had proposed to her in his dreams, he still felt nervous.

The proposal took place where the two watched a movie for the first time.

He booked the whole place.

The video played was also the one the two watched at that time.

The film ends with a sentence: From now on, someone will ask me if the porridge is warm, and someone will share the evening with me.

At that time, this sentence only stayed on the screen but did not linger in his heart.

And now, he understood the power of these words.

The movie ended, the screen went dark, the surroundings fell into darkness, a faint light came on, and soon the light strings of all sizes became bright and dazzling, like stars.

A few words lit up on the huge screen: Our Story.

From their meeting to their love, everything is presented in the form of animation, and the picture is frozen at the moment when the boy kneels down to the girl with the ring in his hand.

Song Xing'an held up all his sincerity from another chair, raised the ring that he had held warm in his hand, and knelt on one knee in front of his sweetheart.

"I know this day has come a little late..."

It was at this moment that she heard the voice of the 520 system.