The system always wants me to attack the boss

Bi Chuan didn't even care whether the young man would file a complaint, and wondered if the former owner of this body, in front of Ying Lingyou, pretended to be like a good grandson, which made the people around him disrespect him so much...

But otherwise, the original owner's character shouldn't be like this, after all, the original owner beat the servants in the family all over the body.Is this a typical cowardice?

After all, he was a shareholder of the company anyway, so it was easy to order the security guards.

Soon the person who was proud of him packed up his things and insisted on disgusting him before leaving.

He was facing him from afar, and everyone outside the office could hear, "You wait, Brother Ying will call me back!"

Bi Chuanlian just glanced at it, thinking, if you come back, there will be ghosts, and he will be fired every time you come back. If it wasn't for some deep friendship, Ying Lingyou would definitely not argue with him many times.

Left and right Bi Chuan couldn't stay here any longer, so he went down to do so-called company inspections. In fact, he could understand the operation of these departments if he was asked to.

But there is a specialization in the technical industry. His job a long, long, long time ago was just an ordinary programmer.

This professional is not suitable, he can only look around a few times casually, and saw that no one is making trouble with him anymore, so he was idle and bored, left aside the security and secretaries around him, and wandered into this place on the grounds of going to the toilet. The quietest layer of the enterprise - the technical department.

Except for the conversations of several project managers, there was almost only the sound of typing on the keyboard, and Bi Chuanlian's heart suddenly became quiet.

In such an environment, he finally reached a field he knew well.

Once upon a time, he was also a member of this place, but he was not purely for making money, but because he wanted to make a name for himself, and he didn't want to be a rich second generation.

The scene here is like a world away.

He sat for a while, and then ran to look at the computer desktop of the remote office. Good guy, the language programming here has not changed much.

It's just that he sat for a long time, and someone came over and called them to a meeting, probably because the department of this company is too big, and everyone knows that there are a group of small old houses among the programmers, so no one noticed when he got in like this .

Then, in the next second, he was assigned to work...

good guy...

Fortunately, when he was a new intern, he was not given a deep framework, and an old employee took him.

But Bi Chuan was so bored that he couldn't see Ying Lingyou, and he was afraid that his father would scold him and beat him when he returned home. After all, the beating gesture in the morning was not bragging.

As a result, he rarely lived a short life as an intern, and he would rather type codes here than go back and be shocked by the secretary group.

During this period, he also gained a little recognition.

"That's right, young man. You're so capable at the first internship. It seems that you have to have a few years of work experience to reach this level." The project manager wore a pair of old-fashioned glasses, and his hair was thin, but his eyes were shining brightly. He praised Bi Chuanlian seriously.

Bi Chuan thought to himself that he was already unfamiliar, and he had lived a long non-human life, but he still nodded modestly.

Probably because he didn't show his hips, he actually held a small welcome dinner tonight, and everyone from the technical department surrounded him and went there together.

When Bi Chuanlian was dragged away with a dazed expression, he was still thinking, this is a newcomer from the technical department, and there is no HR to introduce, can you all accept this?

But after two or three cups of small wine, Bi Chuan even drank in a high spirits.The essence of human beings is a repeater, and he actually imitated the demeanor and tone of his father in this world in the morning, and performed an impromptu performance on the spot.

As if pouring bitter water, with the help of alcohol, he finally said, "What's going on, why am I still a little dizzy..."

Bi Chuan even thought that he could not talk about drinking a thousand cups before, but at least he was not so fragile.

Tiredness finally hit like a tide, and Bi Chuanlian went to the bathroom with an excuse, feeling that his footsteps were like stepping on cotton, soft, and he couldn't get it right.

Fortunately, I went to the bathroom to wash in cold water, and then I gradually woke up, and was startled by the people who followed in.

"Are you okay? Seeing that the team leader is not taking it easy, it's like getting you drunk."

Bi Chuan didn't even have an impression of the person who spoke, and he probably wasn't sitting next to or near him today, but he still politely replied, "It's okay."

It's just a little dizzy, but it's not really a big deal.It's just that the next person's behavior was completely beyond Bi Chuanlian's expectations.

The other party even reached out to take off the glasses that Bi Chuanlian was wearing because he had to work, and gently brushed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, "Seeing that you are drunk, your eyes are red."

Bi Chuan was stunned. He didn't expect that he would be targeted on the first day he joined the job. He hurriedly took a few steps back to get away from the damned ambiguous distance between them.

"what are you doing?!"

But the other party didn't push her every step of the way, and consciously maintained a normal social distance, "It's nothing, I just saw that you were drunk. Where is your home? If you drop by, do you want to take you home?"

Bi Chuan Liansheng looked good, especially when he was drunk. He just washed his face again. The ice water stimulated his skin to turn a thin layer of red, and he felt an inexplicable feeling.

In short, people feel that he is very weak and charming.

The eyes are also very beautiful, it really shouldn't be blocked by such ordinary glasses.

"No need." Bi Chuanlian coldly refused.

"Okay, here is my business card, call me if you need it." The man simply took all the glasses away without even thinking about returning them.

"..." Bi Chuan became a little irritable after realizing it later. Who is this? !

I have to go back to the wine table to make you make a fool of yourself? !Make you so bold that you dare to tease me casually? !

When he picked up the business card angrily and wanted to see who was the talent in the technical department...

"..." Uh, tell him why the other party's surname is Ying...and he is a vice president of some sort. Throw the business card in the sink.

It's not Ying Lingyou who loves whoever he loves, so he doesn't want to talk to him at all.

When he went back, he purposely said goodbye to the other people, glanced around, but didn't see the person who belittled him just now.

The manager, the Mediterranean Sea, also told him to come next week, and if he does it in a month, he will become a regular directly.

Bi Chuan repeatedly agreed, thinking that whether he would come or not would depend on whether Ying Lingyou was around.

He returned to the underground car park, and sure enough his car was still there, but when his driver saw him, he immediately walked up, covered him with a coat, and coaxed him into the car like escorting some expensive person.

"Young master, where have you been today? Why are you drinking again? You don't even know how to drink. When the old man sees it, you will be beaten again."

Bi Chuan didn't even have the strength to respond to the other party, shook his head, lay down on the back seat, ignored these things, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

But one city away, the setting sun was dusk, and the gray-black sky had just descended, before the stars peeked out, and the moon was blocked by tall buildings.

A ding-dong sound resounded in the quiet room, and the screen that had just turned on was directly turned off by a slender hand.

The man was tall and stood upright.The man leisurely went to get a glass of water, and stood by a balcony. The cold wind blew by, but he didn't feel cold at all.

The hot water in the cup was smoking obviously.

There were sporadic lights outside, and there were a group of people who had just got off work. At this time, the avenue was the busiest, full of traffic everywhere, and there were even more vehicles going back and forth, shuttling among the shiny neon signs.

The man's face was gloomy, his mouth was pursed, and he looked very unhappy.Later, he went back into the house, took out the freshly soaked red dates and wolfberry water, and drank it all.

The sound of jingling in the phone has been ringing non-stop.He doesn't need to read it, he knows whose whereabouts these messages are reporting.

It's really ridiculous that his parents sold him out without him knowing, and said with a shy face that it was for his own good and for the long-term development of the company.

ridiculous!

What kind of young master like the Bi family knows how to run a company, and still let the other party come to him for an internship?

In the future, if he directly said that he swallowed the other party's company, the young master probably didn't know what to do.

It's about a commercial marriage, and it's not that he has taken a fancy to the family property of the Bi family who made half a hundred in that year. When he grows old and dies, the idiot young master doesn't understand anything, so he belongs to the Ying family.

He really disdains this kind of operation...

After the man drank the glass of jujube and wolfberry water, he leisurely went to look at his phone.

Sure enough, the young master chased him passionately, and he couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes, so he fired the waiter who he looked at pitifully and pulled to the company to work.

That person is actually quite pitiful. He dropped out of school to work, and was cheated out of his money. I don't know what made this young master unhappy.

Ying Lingyou made a phone call and went to the internal line. His secretary answered straight to the point, "Get Xiaoling back and arrange him to work in a department that Bi's family can't see."

"What if it's discovered..." His secretary was still worried, "Young master of the Bi family, today is going to be a tough day, and he'll make trouble for the poor kid as soon as he comes."

"Don't worry about it." Ying Lingyou just left a word and hung up the phone.

Just thinking that the matter was over like this, he received another text message, it was still his second brother.

——"Xiao Ying, you lady, you are very exciting." The attached photo is a photo that looks like it is in a public restroom. Ying Lingyou just glanced at it, and the pose in the photo was ambiguous, so he didn't even think about it. Just block and delete.

It has nothing to do with the Bi family, who he wants to like, who he wants to do something with.

He walked back to his study room, which was actually the real estate he bought back then to hide something.

Not too big or too small, just two bedrooms.Outside at night, the sound of people dancing in the square can still be heard.

At the beginning, the intermediary asked him why such an economic tycoon bought such a place where people from the small bourgeoisie lived.

In fact, he didn't know either, he just thought that someone would like it very much.I didn't expect to come here and live here to hide from that young master.

Gee.

Opening the study room, he saw all the secrets he wanted to keep...

Rather than saying that this is a study, it is better to say that this is a studio.But he didn't paint the painting, he just found a familiar painter and drew it from his memory.

No one would have thought that Ying Lingyou, who is half in power in the Ying family, had a minor car accident before. After the accident, he only remembered that he had a lover.

The lover reminded him repeatedly, don't forget him, wait for him.That voice was soft, coquettish, a little sad, but sweet.