President, he can't control the Shura field.

Thinking he had made a good start, Jian Fanchen couldn't help but praise his ability to strategize.

In less than half a day, he changed a dog-blooded Begonia essay into an awesome essay.

The scumbags rein in the precipice, and the poor sufferers are about to skip the plot of being abused in a small black house, and directly start their careers, crushing opponents all the way, becoming CEOs, marrying Bai Fumei, and reaching the pinnacle of life.

After he cleans up the mess left by the author, he can turn around and become a rich free man, a free rich man.

Freedom is the most precious thing of their paper man.

This is not the first time Jian Fanchen has awakened. He also awakened once before when the author stopped updating.But the good times didn't last long, and the author came back to rebuild after a while.

But this time it was different, the author locked the text and deleted the account, and the whole story was completely out of control.

It feels good to be in control of your own destiny.

Jane · the king of destiny · Fanchen left the high-end shop with a king's smile.

The three young boys were left behind by the master for a second round of revision of the suits.

For such high-end suits, customers have to try them on for several rounds, and the master has to modify them several times before they are finally shipped.

All of their customizations were made by the same master, who was also Jian Fanchen's exclusive old tailor.

Jian Zhuo was the last one to enter the workshop, and after taking off his ivory suit, he was hung on the mannequin stand by the master.

The master wearing glasses put away the tape measurer and said, "Mr. Jian, Boss Jian specially ordered you to order another suit suitable for the graduation dinner. You can choose a style."

The graduation dinner is a tradition of their school of architecture, Jian Zhuo did not expect that Jian Fanchen even knew about this.

He was slightly surprised: "Mr. Jane said that?"

"Yes, before Boss Jane left, Secretary An explained it. Now that you are dressed up, it is more suitable for business occasions, and your graduation dinner for college students still needs to be a little more fashionable."

The master carefully opened the samples, pointed to them and said, "These styles are more suitable for you."

Jian Zhuo had already changed back to his hooded sweater at this time, and smiled cutely: "Then trouble master, you can just look at the one that suits you, you are the most professional."

"You guys are all clothes racks, and it's strange that you can talk." The master raised his head unsurprisingly, and adjusted his reading glasses, "No wonder Mr. Jane likes it. This is a move, and each of you has two sets."

The smile in Zhuo Jian's eyes suddenly faded, watching the master writing something on the workbench.

"Two sets per person?"

"Well, but they are not for the graduation dinner." The master replied while writing a memo, "One is for walking the red carpet, and the other is for..."

Jian Zhuo listened, glanced at the other three suits, and sniffed.

Jian Fanchen went to see a project, and it was already noon after the end.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Xiaoan drove the door and reported as usual: "Boss, the restaurant has been booked, and the food will be served in 10 minutes. It's just right now."

Jian Fanchen was stunned, shook his head and said, "Cancel, go back to the company."

"Is the boss not hungry today?" Xiao An asked with concern.

His boss has always been a tyrant who pays attention to the quality of life. He never eats business lunches, but spends his extravagant lunch time in different high-end restaurants.

But in fact, Jian Fanchen himself doesn't like that kind of restaurant.

He is a down-to-earth boss, and he likes the company's cafeteria.

In the past, the author didn't let him eat twice in order to help him look good, but now he can finally go to the cafeteria happily.

"Eat the company cafeteria."

"Company cafeteria?" Xiaoan paused as he was about to close the car door, "Boss, are you... sure?"

Jian Fanchen was already hungry, and looked at his watch anxiously: "Yes, get in the car, the cafeteria will be closed in a while."

Although the company is his, it is always not good to let the kitchen work overtime for him alone.

Xiaoan closed the door and sat in the passenger seat, and asked again: "What does the boss want to eat? I'll send them to the lounge."

After all, all the employees of the company are there, so wouldn't it be a good idea for the boss to show up in person?

"No, I want to go to the cafeteria to eat by myself."

Self-service cafeteria, what's the point of not being able to help yourself?

At 1:[-] noon, the cafeteria has actually passed the peak period.

Seeing Jian Fanchen come to the cafeteria, the employees who were still eating were startled.

But Jian Fanchen was really hungry, and he didn't care about other people's eyes, so he went straight to the dining table when he entered the restaurant.

Looking at the boss who was as happy as a three-year-old foodie, Xiao An, who was going to help the boss pick up the meal, stood there in embarrassment.

His sense of unemployment crisis became stronger. The boss even took care of the meal so personally, as if he really didn't need him anymore?

When he was in distress, he saw Ying Ming walking into the restaurant.

Oh, he got it.No wonder the boss wants to come back for dinner.

Xiaoan's unemployment crisis that lasted for half a minute was lifted.

"Assistant Ying," he walked towards Ying Ming, "The boss has arrived."

Ying Mingshun looked over, a little unsure: "Then I... come back later?"

"For a while?" Xiao An asked helplessly, "No, you go and sit with the boss."

While they were talking, Jian Fanchen had already taken the meal.

Ying Ming's expression changed, he was very hungry at first, but now he suddenly lost his appetite.

Eating alone with the boss does not belong to the job scope of his ordinary assistant, unless it is the kind of assistant he thought of before.He grew up in a wealthy family, although he dismissed some things, it didn't mean he didn't understand.

In the morning, he actually felt that Jian Fanchen might be different, obviously he was thinking too much.

He randomly picked two salads that he usually eats and put them on the plate, then walked to Jian Fanchen's place.

Before he got there, a familiar figure stood in front of the dining table one step ahead of him.

"Mr. Jian, good afternoon." Jiang Tang's tall and straight figure blocked Jian Fanchen, holding the plate, and asked politely, "Is there anyone here? Can I sit with you?"

Jian Fanchen was immersed in the delicious food, and nodded in a good mood: "Sit wherever you want."

After Jiang Tang sat down, Jian Fanchen saw Ying Mingzheng again, and after being stunned for a moment, he also extended an invitation.

Food can relieve all embarrassment.

"Yingming, you haven't eaten yet? Let's go together."

Ying Ming pinched the dinner plate with her fingers, hesitated for a second, but did not refuse for no reason.

Jiang Tang sat across from Jian Fanchen, so he had to sit between them.

Of course Jian Fanchen knew that this morning he only had a start, and the IQs of the male protagonists are all online, so it must not be so easy to believe him.

He tried his best to keep the beautiful men by his side. If he didn't have that kind of thought about them, he was probably the only one in the world who believed it.

Especially this should be drunk, very suspicious.

From Ying Ming's point of view, Jian Fanchen's mind is indeed not that simple.

The only price for an outsider to spend such a large sum of money to save his family business for no reason is to let him be a personal assistant.

If such a person has no plans for him, he will think that this person is out of his mind.

But this is a deal you like, and since it's a deal, there's nothing to complain about.

He looked sideways at Jian Fanchen, who had been savoring delicious food. Jian Fanchen changed back to his usual attire, with a straight suit... eating Sichuan cuisine.

Jian Fanchen took four dishes and ate very happily. No matter what, he must be full before he can continue to be the overlord.

Looking at the dishes on Jian Fanchen's plate, Jiang Tang frowned.

"Mr. Jian, I didn't expect you to love spicy food so much."

He felt that people like Jian Fanchen should have very cold food tastes, not like people who like spicy food.Especially the traditional dishes in city c are mainly light.

Jian Fanchen picked up a piece of boiled beef slices: "This was the best dish in our high school back then. The current chef was hired by me after retiring from school."

Jiang Tang took a piece of spicy chicken from his own plate, and continued, "Which school does Jane always graduate from?"

"One Middle School."

Jiang Tang raised the corner of his mouth: "What a coincidence, so do I."

No. [-] Middle School is the best middle school in their city C, the cradle of future national pillars, and it is reasonable for heaven's favorites to graduate here. Jian Fanchen didn't ask: "Eat more, find the taste of youth."

With food as his confidence, Jian Fanchen suddenly felt that the whole world became friendly. He looked at Ying Ming and felt that the ruthless bully seemed much friendlier.

He was intimidated by Ying Ming's aura in the morning, and he had never approached him so closely, and now he found that it wasn't that scary.

Ying Ming noticed his gaze and raised her eyes.

Jian Fanchen smiled and asked, "Are you from No. [-] Middle School?"

Ying Ming said, "I studied abroad."

"You should eat more Chinese food and be down-to-earth." Jian Fanchen said.

Whether it should be drunk or not, continue to eat salad.

Jiang Tang looked at Jian Fanchen's red plate, and couldn't help asking, "Is it too greasy?"

He didn't like to eat in the cafeteria at school before, although now seeing Jian Fanchen's food is really delicious.

Jian Fanchen only took meat dishes, not a single vegetarian dish. For lunch, this combination is indeed a bit too heavy.

He didn't even eat the green beans that came with the rice, like a picky eater.

"No, it's not greasy at all, it's delicious." Jian Fanchen strongly recommends that the Sichuan cuisine cooked by the master chef is really one of the best.

Jiang Tang got up to get two glasses of orange juice, put one next to Jian Fanchen's dinner plate, and handed the other to Ying Ming.

"Thank you." Jian Fanchen said.

"I don't need it." Ying Ming said.

Jiang Tang smiled, didn't care, retracted his hand and took a sip himself.

After a while, Jian Fanchen finished the meal on the dinner plate and wanted to eat again.

It is normal for a person to want to eat two more mouthfuls of food that he has been craving for a long time.

But he looked at the two young men next to him, they both ate very restrained, and frowned immediately.

Jiangtang is fine, with a combination of meat and vegetables, but Yingming is too much, and the dishes are all vegetarian.

The young man who is full of vigor eats too lightly.

"You only eat vegetable salad?" Jian Fanchen asked him.

"Fitness meals, I'm used to it." Ying Ming is usually very self-disciplined, with high-intensity exercise standards, regular work and rest habits, and daily calorie intake are strictly controlled.

How can a black-bellied, vicious and domineering boss have no self-control?

"No wonder, orange juice has sugar in it." Jiang Tang answered with a smile, and took another sip of orange juice.

Jian Fanchen knew that Yingming's personality was set up like this, but now he really noticed that the male protagonist was wearing a refined shirt, but he could also show the outline of strong chest muscles.

Looking at Jiang Tang again, although he is not as self-disciplined as Ying Ming in life, he has a good natural foundation, and the typical dress looks thin and fleshy when undressed.

In contrast, although I also exercise every day, my physique is actually not as good as that of a canary, but as white as a dodder?

He began to be upset, not because of his physique, but because he shouldn't have had them sitting next to him.

It's embarrassing to want to eat another bowl now.

After lunch, Jian Fanchen didn't enjoy himself.But the foodie will not give up on this, and in the evening, I specially asked someone to deliver the Sichuan cuisine cooked by the canteen master to my home.

There is no burden to eat at home, boiled fish, Maoxuewang, spicy chicken... I accidentally ate too much heavy oil and spicy food, read documents and saw it in the middle of the night, and woke up the next day to look in the mirror, with a pimple on my chin.

Jian Fanchen didn't care, the boss didn't care about trifles.

But his skin was too fair, especially a red and swollen pimple.

When Xiao An saw him in the company, she was very surprised: "Boss, your face..."

His boss's skin has always been very good, snow white, and has never had acne.

"It's nothing, it's just getting angry." Jian Fanchen sat down at the desk and took the file.

It is true that he is a foodie, but the identity of the president is also true. He should eat and work, and his career line cannot collapse.

It was just nine o'clock, and a document hadn't been finished yet, so Jiang Tang knocked on the door and came in to look for him.

"Mr. Jian, good morning, here is your coffee, latte without sugar."

Jiang Tang carried the morning mint fragrance, and put the coffee that Jian Fanchen drank every morning on his coaster, with a sun smiling face painted on the lid of the cup, which made people feel good when they saw it in the morning.

"Good morning." Jian Fanchen looked up at the coffee cup, wondering why Xiao An really left these trivial things to the male lead.

Before he had time to say that he would not buy coffee from them in the future, Jiang Tang noticed his chin.

The pimples were red and swollen, making the already white skin even whiter.

From the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose to the chin, Jian Fanchen's face is so flawless, even when he is not moving, he even feels like a person in a painting, so beautiful that it is unreal.

Acne on the face of ordinary people will reduce the appearance, but Jian Fanchen's untimely acne brought a different feeling.

It was as if he had stepped out of the painting and came to this world of fireworks, tainted with a trace of fireworks.

It is an illusion within reach.

Jiang Tang was distracted for two seconds before asking.

"Mr. Jian, are you getting angry from eating spicy food?"

Jian Fanchen suddenly remembered that when he was reminded by Jiang Tang yesterday that his diet was too greasy, he still dismissed it.

At this moment, he noticed that Jiang Tang was staring at his chin, with traces of ridicule in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly turned up.

How angry, he was ridiculed by Canary for being a tyrant.

If this was in the original book, Jiang Tang would not be able to leave the office today if he provoked Jiang Tang.