Engaged to a wealthy boss after being scum

In the early morning, the setting sun outside the classroom hits the log-colored desks in the lecture theater through the glass windows.

Zhao Yang rested his chin and glanced at his deskmate from time to time.Su Chi's other parts were tightly covered by his clothes, but the dark red marks on half of the back of his hand protruding from the cuffs were enough to prove his conjecture last night.

Boss Ba looks like an upright gentleman, but he is still a beast in that respect, knowing people and faces but not his heart.

Zhao Yang shook his head, leaned towards Su Chi, and said in a low voice, "Brother Chi, you still come to class after this?"

Su Chi's whole body was almost falling apart, he yawned, "I applied for early graduation, and failing classes will affect my credits."

"Why are you in such a hurry, isn't it good to be with us?"

Even if he graduated according to the normal number of years, it would have no impact on Su Chi's career and life.

"I want to go to the Saint Lucier Conservatory of Music for further study as soon as possible."

St. Lucier is the world's top music school, and the entry threshold is extremely high.Su Chi planned to go there to study for a graduate student. If he didn't get a bachelor's degree, he wouldn't even be eligible to apply.

The more troublesome problem is that he has to hide from Uncle Wen temporarily about going to that school.

In order to qualify for advanced studies, in addition to good undergraduate grades, a large number of high-quality music works are required to add icing on the cake.

A few months after the release of the last album, Su Chi began intensive preparations for the latest album.The extremely high popularity and satisfactory word-of-mouth of previous works, but in the opposite direction only increased the pressure on him.

Su Chi is not omnipotent, it is often rumored that he is a musical genius.The premise of all proud achievements comes from persistent efforts in the dead of night.

At two o'clock in the morning, the warm light above his head was projected on the champagne-colored wall, and Su Chi was still curled up on the soft lazy sofa in the piano room, holding a manuscript in his arms.

There were gentle footsteps behind him, and he didn't move until Wen Yanting embraced him, "Still sleeping?"

Su Chi shook his head, "If you can't write, you won't sleep."

The new album is not far behind and he is very tight on time.

Wen Yanting took out the notebook with only a few notes written in his arms, "There is no need to be so stressed."

"Uncle Wen, don't you have any pressure when you work?"

"Have."

Su Chi can imagine that the business field is much more difficult than his songwriting, "How do you relieve stress?"

"You can try to change the environment."

"Where do you want to go for a trip?"

Uncle Wen was busy with work recently, it was impossible to spare a lot of time to accompany him, Su Chi didn't want to go out by himself.

"No, work with me."

After breakfast the next day, Su Chi and Wen Yanting got into the car together.

He had never been to Wen Yanting's company before, so he couldn't help being excited, and couldn't help but wonder if it would be like the show on TV.

A spacious office building, translucent floor-to-ceiling windows, comfortable office chairs, and a young female secretary with fluttering hair.

When the boss was drunk, he might even put his arm around the female secretary's waist, and give in to the secretary's half-pushing.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Yanting sat next to him in the back seat of the car and went to hold his hand.

Of course Su Chi didn't dare to tell the truth, "I was wondering, what does the boss eat for lunch?"

Wen Yanting scratched the bridge of his nose, "You can eat whatever you want."

After getting off the car, Wen Yanting led him through the magnificent company lobby, to the elevator on the west side, the other party entered the password, and the elevator door opened.

It was true on the TV. Only the boss and the female secretary know the password of this elevator. Maybe there is no camera in it, so that it is convenient for children to do things that are not suitable for children.

Su Chi walked into the elevator, looked up and looked around.

"What are you looking for?"

"There is no camera here..." Su Chi saw the 360-degree camera in the upper right corner, "It's nothing."

He withdrew his gaze. It turned out that the boss did not give special treatment in his company.

The two went all the way to the top floor, directly opposite Uncle Wen's office area, and there was a meeting room next to it.

The office and meeting room are separated by a whole side of transparent glass windows, so that the opposite side can be seen clearly.

Why doesn't this boss even have privacy?

"What are you looking for again?"

Su Chi sat next to Wen Yanting and looked around. He didn't think about it, "Why is there no female secretary?"

"Why should there be?"

"The big bosses on TV don't all have female secretaries."

"What, you think I have?" Wen Yanting grabbed his waist and put him on his lap.

"Don't... there are still people outside." Su Chi pushed his shoulder shyly.

In the conference room outside the glass window, the senior leaders who were waiting for the morning meeting had already arrived in sevens and eights.

Su Chi finally escaped from Wen Yanting, "You really don't have a female secretary?"

"I don't need a female secretary." Wen Yanting posted it together with hot breath, the corner of his mouth resting on his earlobe, "You are enough."

"Oh." Su Chi rubbed his ears, and took a sneak peek at the meeting room to make sure that the uncles with "Mediterranean" hairstyles didn't see them, so he was relieved.

"Play by yourself first, and contact the assistant directly if you need anything."

Su Chi nodded and watched Wen Yanting go to the meeting room next door.

When it was almost time to get off work, Su Chi took back the song he had written. Seeing that Wen Yanting was not busy, he leaned over and asked, "What shall we have for dinner?"

"Going to the auction tonight."

"Okay then." Su Chi couldn't help regretting, he took out his mobile phone, "I'll ask Aunt Zhang to make me some soup."

"You also want to participate."

"I?"

"Well, come with me."

Two hours later, Wen Yanting's car stopped in front of a commercial building.

Wen Yanting looked at Su Chi who was sitting beside him, clutching the hem of his suit tightly, "It's just an ordinary auction, so don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking, should I introduce myself as a wealthy wife or a canary you raised in captivity?"

This is always shown on TV. The person who can attend such a high-end occasion with the boss is either the original wife or the beautiful mistress.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Wen Yanting didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But that's really how it was played in the TV series my mother watched.

They took the elevator to the 28th floor where the auction party was held.

Wen Yanting stood in front of the hall, and many investors flocked to him. After chatting for a while, someone finally noticed the person beside Wen Yanting, and tentatively asked, "Who is this?"

Wen Yanting hugged Su Chi to his side, "My fiancé, Su Chi."

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Xiao Su." The man's attitude towards him changed 180 degrees, and he extended his hand graciously, "Boss Wen's lover is indeed a modest and gentleman."

Wen Yanting was worried that Su Chi would be bored, so he took him to the eating area, "It will take some time before the auction starts, you should eat something first."

"Okay." Sooner or later, Su was hungry.

Wen Yanting's gaze shifted to the food table, "The ones without color are alcoholic beverages, try to drink as little as possible."

Su Chi nodded obediently, "No, not at all."

"Good boy." Wen Yanting rubbed his hair, "Come over to find you after work."

Most of the business people or politicians attending the event are for business and to expand their social circle, and not many people come to the eating area.

Su Chi was not interested in socializing, so he ate the meal from start to finish.

"Is it tasty?"

Su Chi was just putting a piece of cake into his mouth. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and it was a man about his age who was speaking in a white suit.

"It's delicious." Su Chi greeted him with a smile, "Do you want a piece?"

"Do you like matcha cake very much?" The man in the white suit said, "Mr. Ke Wen doesn't like it."

Only then did Su Chi pay attention to him carefully. The man was wearing a clean and simple suit, with a fair and slender figure, and a sweet smile just right.Every detail of his attire is in line with Uncle Wen's aesthetics. It seems that this man came prepared.

"When Mr. Wen and I attended events before, he never ate matcha-flavored cakes." The young man provocatively said, "This kind of sweetness and texture is what he hates the most!"

Su Chi finally understood, this is a little green tea to compete with him for jealousy?

Is Uncle Wen guilty of green tea? Why is it like this?So did Lin Xihan before.

Originally, Su Chi thought that attending this kind of banquet was boring and boring, but now it seems that it is really interesting.

"Oh, no wonder my Uncle Wen used to hate matcha so much. It turned out that he was disgusted by some small green teas."

"Sorry, my uncle loves matcha cakes the most now, and he especially likes to eat the ones I made myself."

Su Chi pretended to be safe on the surface, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.After being with Uncle Wen, he hasn't even been in the kitchen, where can he make matcha cakes.

In fact, it's not that Wen Yanting doesn't like matcha cakes, it's just that he seldom eats sweets, and he doesn't have any prejudice against certain tastes.

"Little late."

Before the struggle between the two started, it was interrupted by Wen Yanting's voice.

"Hello, Mr. Wen." The young man smiled like a flower, "Do you remember me? We are so destined, and we have attended the same event before."

"Sorry, I don't remember." "Wen Yanting's attention was on Su Chi, "Let's go, the auction is about to start. "

Su Chi put the cake on the plate and put it to Wen Yanting's mouth, "Uncle Wen, I really can't eat it, you can help me eat it, it's your favorite matcha flavor."

Su Chi even deliberately enlarged the last three words.

Wen Yanting noticed that the man who approached him looked at Su Chi with hostility.

In front of the other party, he ate the cake Su Chi handed over: "It tastes good, but not as good as yours."

Uncle Wen is definitely the movie king, and he is very good at cooperating with him.Su Chi wrapped his arms around his neck excitedly, tapped his foot and kissed the side of his cheek, "If Uncle Wen likes it, I'll make it for you next time."

"Okay, we should go."

Su Chi walked towards the exhibition hall while pulling Wen Yanting, deliberately amplifying his voice to ensure that the people behind him could hear clearly, "Uncle Wen, my feet hurt from standing for a long time just now."

"Go back and rub it for you, can you?"

"OK then."

The two had already walked away, Wen Yanting leaned into his ear and whispered, "Are you happy?"

"I'm so happy!" Su Chi took out his phone, "By the way, I almost forgot the business."

"what happened?"

"How to make a matcha cake on Baidu."

"You don't need to do it." Wen Yanting took back his mobile phone and stuffed it into his pocket, "I'll do it."

"Does Uncle Wen even know how to make matcha cakes?" Su Chi blinked.

"As long as you like it, I will do anything."

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