Engaged to a wealthy boss after being scum

Su Chi didn't realize how he got out of Wen Yanting's car, all he knew was that he was crouching in the corner of the dormitory, holding a mobile phone tremblingly.

To fight or not to fight?

What did you say?

Within 3 minutes, the phone rang automatically, and Su Chi swallowed when he saw the caller ID.

Wen Yanting's steady voice came from the phone, "Have you arrived at the dormitory?"

"It's, it's here..." Su Chi himself could feel the trembling voice.

"Still nervous?"

Being asked directly again, Su Chi felt ashamed, "Just, a little bit."

Obviously Wen Yanting was only talking to him through the phone, but in Su Chi's subconscious mind, the other party seemed to be breathing hot air in his ear.

"What will you do if I go further?"

"I, I..." Su Chi buried himself in his arms, his face was swollen and painful, "I don't know..."

Wen Yanting chuckled, "Okay, go to sleep."

"Good night, my little Chi."

The assistant who had just returned to the car 10 minutes ago regretted it immensely.He would rather blow the cold wind outside than listen to his boss, who used to be vigorous and unsmiling, flirting with his little lover on the phone.

In his eyes, this was even scarier than a horror story.What did he do wrong to have to endure this torture?

Wen Yanting put back the phone, straightened the tie that was pulled by Su Chi, and said to his assistant, "Go to the airport."

The assistant tried his best to keep things calm, as if he hadn't heard the previous content, "Mr. Wen, you don't have much work arrangements for tomorrow morning. In fact, you can live here tonight."

It's better to let his boss and his darling open a room to turn the clouds upside down than to let him hear the tiger-wolf words just now.

He really didn't expect that his boss turned out to be a stinky hooligan who bullied children.That Su Chi seemed to be in his early twenties, and he panicked when he got out of the car just now. In just ten minutes, his boss just...

The assistant glanced at Wen Yanting through the rearview mirror, ah, knowing people and faces but not heart!

Wen Yanting ignored his words, "One month at the latest, transfer all the company's affairs here."

"Yes."

Look, in order to stay with the little one, the office has to be moved accordingly.

Wen Yanting thought of something, "Send a batch of pianos to Yinda in the past two days."

"Yes."

The audition for the talent contest is coming soon, and after resigning from the western restaurant, Su Chi can only come to the school piano room early in the morning to line up.

In the audition, he planned to play a familiar piano piece. After all, in the audition, he can guarantee to enter the preliminary round, and there is no need to show a strong level.

There are 07 piano rooms in the school. The piano room opens at 30:[-], and Su Chi comes to line up at [-]:[-].

At eight o'clock, the door of the piano room was still not open, and the students who were waiting for the door to open like him murmured in all directions.

Five minutes later, the life teacher in charge of the piano room came out, "The door of the piano room is closed today, come back tomorrow!"

"Why? We are still in a hurry to practice the song."

"Yes, teacher, please accommodate me a little bit, the audition for the talent competition will start tomorrow."

The life teacher said: "The school has a new batch of pianos, and they will be replaced today. You don't have time to practice."

Hearing that the piano was going to be changed, the students became more and more excited.

"Has the school made a fortune? It's finally time to replace the decades-old broken piano."

"Teacher, it's boring for you to lie to us like this."

"I even suspected that I was dreaming."

"I didn't lie to you." The life teacher also liked to chat, "It seems that a big entrepreneur donated it to the school. I don't understand. I heard that these new pianos are all 10,000+ good things."

"10,000+? Really?"

"Long live capital! I love rich bosses."

Su Chi, who was listening on the sidelines, couldn't help sighing, it's great to be rich, if he had money, he would also do charity.

Although I changed to a new piano, I had to delay another day of practice time.

If it is really replaced with such a good piano, there should be more people booking piano rooms in the future.

I have to think of another way to practice the piano.

Su Chi's cell phone rang.

"Hello, hello."

"Hello, is this student Su Chi?"

"it's me."

"We saw your resume online and there is a job for you."

Su Chi, who failed to find a suitable job two days ago, simply submitted a resume and waited for interested companies to contact him.

Su Chi found hope to practice the piano, "Excuse me, what company are you?"

"We are individuals. Our master likes to listen to piano music very much, and hopes that someone can play it at home. We work two hours a day and get paid well. Do you want to think about it?"

"Do you have any requirements for the piece you play?" Su Chi asked cautiously.

"No, you can play whatever you like."

"Okay! I can." Su Chi couldn't wait, "When will you go to work?"

"Today, if it's convenient for you."

Are current recruiters so active?The western restaurant was like this last time, but this time?

"Is it convenient to tell me the address? I'll see if it's far away." If the distance is far away or the transportation is inconvenient, he has to think again.

"We will pick you up and drop you off by car. We will wait for you at the gate of your school in 10 minutes. Is it convenient for you?"

"Convenient, very convenient."

Such a good thing, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

Twenty minutes later, when Su Chi was sitting in the back seat of a luxury car, he began to panic.

Getting into a stranger's car without asking anything seems a little bit wrong, you won't meet a liar.

Su Chi looked at the driver in the driver's seat through the rearview mirror. He looked more than 50 years old and didn't look too muscular. If there was a real fight, he should be able to fight.

Forget it, let's send a message first just to be on the safe side.

Su Chi sent a system location message to Wen Yanting's phone.

In less than a minute, Wen Yanting's message was sent.

Uncle Wen: "What's wrong?"

"I suspect that I was cheated and got into a stolen car."

Uncle Wen: "How did you get cheated?"

Su Chi briefly explained the whole story to Wen Yanting.

"Should I jump out of the window and run away now?"

Su Chi stared at Wen Yanting's chat dialog box, and stayed on the input interface for a minute or two before the message was sent.

Uncle Wen: "He should not be a liar."

Uncle Wen: "Wait a little longer, if there is any accident, please contact me at any time."

Su Chi wanted to do the same, he was not a child who could be sold to be a son, let alone a child bride. Apart from being able to write songs, he had no other advantages, so it was impossible.

The car stopped in front of a villa, Su Chi knocked on the door, and a man in his 30s came out to greet him, "Mr. Su, hello."

"Hello."

This person doesn't look as tall as him, so he probably can beat him.

"I'll take you to the piano room first."

Su Chi followed the man to the room at the end of the third floor, opened the door, and there was a grand piano in the middle of the room. The room could still smell a faint woody smell. This piano was still new.

And this Qin Su Chi recognized, it was more expensive than the one at his house, about 300 million.

Su Chi was so excited that his blood spurted, and his ten fingertips were excited.

"You need to come here to play the piano for two hours every day. You can decide the specific time freely. Just contact the driver half an hour in advance before coming."

"As for the salary, 1 yuan per month, do you think it's okay?"

"How much?" Su Chi suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Ten thousand." The man said, "If you are not satisfied, I can discuss it with the boss."

"No need, no need, I'm satisfied, very satisfied." Su Chi thought to himself, the windfall is nothing more than that, "Do you have any other requirements for me?"

The man handed the villa key to Su Chi, "You need to open the door and come in by yourself every day. At the same time, I hope you don't touch things in other rooms casually, and don't disturb the boss."

"that's it?"

These precautions are all human.

"Yes, that's it."

"Ok, I see."

"Mr. Su, if there is no problem, please sign this contract."

Su Chi was worried about fraud, so he read the contract several times before signing.

"Mr. Su, if it is convenient, please leave me your bank card number, and I will transfer this month's salary to you."

"Huh? I have to be paid before I start working?" This seems unrealistic.

"Our boss likes to pay wages upfront."

Su Chi: "..."

Does this kind of boss really exist?

The man said respectfully, "Mr. Su, I won't bother you. You can just leave after get off work. The driver will wait for you at the door."

Su Chi didn't understand why the other party would bow down to him even though he was a part-time worker.

But it doesn't matter, if you have money and play the piano, it's all good.

Su Chi pulled out the piano bench and sat in front of the 300 million piano. When he opened the cover, his heart was surging, and every key was beating before his eyes.

The beautiful sound of the piano spun melodiously along the door.

A few minutes later, Su Chi received a short message.

It was bank transfer information, and his account received 1 yuan.

This kind of benefactor father is too open-minded.

Su Chi first sent several large red envelopes to Wen Yanting in batches.

"This boss is really a good person, and he paid me my salary in advance."

"It's 1 yuan per month! /Happy"

Uncle Wen: "Do you like this boss?"

"I like it, I like it very much! /Satisfied"

As soon as the message was sent, Su Chi felt something was wrong, so he quickly replied.

"Of course Uncle Wen is better. /Hug"

"Uncle, hurry up and accept the red envelope, why don't you accept it?"

Uncle Wen: "You keep the flowers."

"No, close it now. / Angry"

System: The red envelope has been received.

"Then I'll continue working. /cute"

"it is good."

The audition for the talent contest came as scheduled, and three people from Su Chi's dormitory signed up for the competition.

He came to the audition site at 05:30 in the morning, but fortunately Zhao Yang got up at [-]:[-] in the morning to line up the number.The three of them ranked around one hundred, and they all completed the audition before ten o'clock in the morning.

The format of the competition is very simple, and everyone has less than 1 minute of performance time.

Due to the large number of applicants, the school was unable to arrange a large number of manpower, so a large number of contestants were selected in the audition, and only 100 people were left to enter the preliminary round.

Su Chi and three roommates were lucky enough to be shortlisted.

The follow-up competition is still in full swing. Su Chi usually spends most of his time practicing piano or writing music except for classes.

Every time he comes to the villa where he works, the door of the room next to him is always closed. Maybe the owner listens to him playing the piano in this room.

Every time Su Chi passed the door, his footsteps would be light on purpose.He never heard any movement in the room. The owner may be resting or doing some work that he does not want to be disturbed. He often chooses some quiet pieces to play.

Su Chi passed all the tests and successfully passed the preliminary round.Half a month later, there will be a rematch. In this competition, ten players will be eliminated from the twenty players, and the remaining ten players will enter the final.

There are many talented players in music, and singing and dancing talents are the most.Su Chi intends to go astray and adapt the popular love songs that are familiar to him into a melodious guqin piece, playing and performing a musical by himself.

Guqin is not Su Chi's best musical instrument, but in the past two years, he has been admiring things with Chinese characteristics, which may be a good choice.

The night before the rematch, Su Chi was busy preparing for the match. Zhao Yang, who was dismissed in advance, had already talked with his girlfriend on the phone for a long time.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yang hung up the phone and came back from the balcony, cursing, "I don't know what's so good about that shit Qin Xiao, he's just a bad singer."

Since breaking up with Qin Xiao, this name rarely appeared in Su Chi's ears.

"What's wrong?" he asked casually.

"My girlfriend was fanned by Qin Xiao. She said that he sings well and can write songs. He is gentle and gentle. The important thing is that his family has money and excellent grades."

"Really, who did she listen to?"

"The official has spread it all over the place, so set him up as a wealthy scholar."

It's true that Qin Xiao's family is rich, his father is an upstart.But to say he is a top student is going too far.When Qin Xiao copied Su Chi's answers in the exam, he could copy serial numbers, and he spent money to get into high school. He couldn't even solve linear equations in two variables.

"Don't just look at the surface, maybe he's not that perfect in private?" Su Chi said.

"He's not perfect yet? He's so popular and can write songs, and now all the streets and alleys are playing his songs." Zhao Yang said while showing him a Weibo, "No, he's going to hold a concert again Yes, my girlfriend forced me to buy a ticket!"

Those so-called original songs were written by Su Chi.

"You can't say that, what if he runs out of talents and won't be able to write in the future?"

"How is it possible! Have you ever heard his songs? His singing skills are mediocre, but his songwriting is really good." Zhao Yang inexplicably admired him, "He is definitely a musical genius."

"Indeed, I love what you say." Su Chi nodded while propping his chin.

Zhao Yang was discouraged, and lay on the side of the bed, "Hey, if I had his level, I wouldn't be licking my face and chasing after my girlfriend."

"Actually, it wasn't too difficult to write those songs."

Zhao Yang didn't listen to Su Chi's words at all. He held up his mobile phone and began to search for Qin Xiao's photos, and said to himself, "Tell me, besides being able to write songs, what else is he good at? He has a sinister and cunning face."

The face is indeed like that, Su Chi muttered to himself, but the abdominal muscles are not bad.

"I wish him the best of his talents and not being able to write songs." Zhao Yang gritted his teeth.

Su Chi: Your dream can really come true.

Su Chi passed by Zhao Yang's bed, and happened to scan the photo of Qin Xiao's abs.

Tsk, the abs are really okay.

The WeChat message in Su Chi's hand popped up.

Uncle Wen: "Haven't you slept yet?"

Only then did Su Chi pay attention to the time, he would go to bed every night before eleven o'clock to say goodnight to Wen Yanting.I was so busy today that I forgot, I looked at my watch and it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Sleep right now. /Cute"

Uncle Wen: "What are you doing?"

Su Chi couldn't say that he was looking at his ex-boyfriend's abs.

But he already has Uncle Wen, why should he still look at Qin Xiao's?Compared with Uncle Wen's abs, Qin Xiao's is like a lump of fat.

Su Chi recalled the first time he met Wen Yanting, and forgot everything else, but the feeling of Wen Yanting's abdominal muscles was still fresh in his memory.

He couldn't help his face burning hot, climbed into bed and stuffed himself in the pillow.

It's so annoying, how can I meet Uncle Wen and touch his abs?

Uncle Wen: "Xiao Chi?"

Su Chi got out of the pillow and replied the message.

"Tomorrow is the rematch, so I'm still preparing!"

Uncle Wen: "Well, then you have to rest early and work hard tomorrow."

Su Chi had an idea.

"Uncle Wen, we will have dinner after the game tomorrow."

Uncle Wen: "Well, eat more, you are very thin."

"But maybe drink. /Poor"

Uncle Wen: "Do you need me to pick you up?"

Su Chi was wrapped in the quilt excitedly, blushing from boredom, and pressed two words excitedly.

"need."

The author has something to say: Su Chi: I have a special technique for touching abdominal muscles.

Mr. Wen: The source of happiness every day is waiting for Xiaochun to send me red envelopes with my money.