After being possessed by a boss, I became popular all over the Internet

Chapter 62 Can This Be Called Taking Advantage?

Yan Si's hand holding the white chrysanthemum couldn't help tightening. If he knew what messed up Mengwen's head was thinking at this moment, the pot of white chrysanthemum would have smashed on his head long ago.

It's a pity that human beings haven't yet evolved the advanced function of mind reading, so Yan Si naturally has no way of knowing that he is already a dead person in Meng Wen's heart, his straight and beautiful nose is buried in the blooming white longevity chrysanthemum, and he is relieved by the freshness. The fragrance of the fragrance dazzled my mind, and my eyes stayed on Mr. Meng's serious face, especially the sharp lips.

Those lips look so sweet...

In Yan Si's mind, Meng Wen's blushing face suddenly appeared, his hands were bound, and he was lying under him in disheveled clothes, letting him gallop. His hands moved according to his heart, and he also became dishonest, touching his tight body. Thighs, "I said..."

The distance between the two of them was shortened in an instant, and Yan Si's shining pupils seemed to have become a fine fox, and he was only a short distance away from kissing his longing lips.

"What do you say about the royal power and wealth, what are you afraid of the precepts and rules..."

However, at the same moment, the phone's ringtone rang like hell!

Yan Si's anger soared, and he immediately threw the flowerpot in his hand to the ground, "Fuck!"

His cell phone was flickering on the hospital bed and kept vibrating, and the ringing of the call continued, "I only wish the sky and the sky will last forever, and I will always be with the person I like..."

Yan Si almost frantically threw his phone away, looked at the caller ID "Yun Zi'an", and even more frankly, he pressed the answer button, and said impatiently, "Hi! You're fucking out of the country What! You—”

Yun Zian's voice on the other end of the phone was very soft, but also calm, "He already knows."

"What—" Yan Si stood up suddenly, his pupils subconsciously enlarged and trembled, "Rong Xiao???"

Meng Wen, who was sitting by the side, heard his boss's name, and suddenly cast his gaze away, his brows frowned tightly.

"He...knows?" Yan Si seemed to have lost his ability to speak in an instant, and he couldn't even find his tongue, "How could it be, it's obviously impossible...I gave you the best medicine , it is absolutely impossible for him to see..."

"I took terfenadine by mistake." Yun Zian couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, "I was sent to the operating room for emergency treatment."

Yan Si fell back onto the hospital bed with a bang, his eyes were momentarily hollow, his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, and he even broke out in a cold sweat. Unexpectedly, what he had been concealing for a long time was finally exposed to a little terfenadine.

"Maybe..." Until then, Yun Zi'an panted and laughed, "It's God's will."

There was a sudden noise from the other end of the phone, and in the next second a deeper and more vigorous male voice sounded, still in a questioning tone, "Hello? Yan Si?"

Hearing that it was Rong Xiao, Yan Si's broken wrist reflexively hurt, and his expression changed instantly, "What the hell are you telling your aunt to fuck up?"

"What kind of medicine did you give Yun Zian? How much dose? How is his physical and mental condition?" Rong Xiao didn't have the patience to chat with him, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Send his physical examination data at your place for the past three years to My private email."

"Go away!" Yan Si almost heard his voice, and his anger rushed to his forehead, "Is it something you can order! Your fucking brain has been kicked by a donkey! How the hell do I know your private email address?" ?”

Another calm male voice suddenly sounded beside him, "...I know."

At this moment, not to mention the other end of the phone, even Yan Si fell silent, holding the phone and turning to look at Meng Wen who was sitting silently by the side, "..."

Meng Wen still had that expressionless expression on his face, and bowed slightly to the phone, "Boss, it's 45:[-] in the evening. I'm visiting Mr. Yan in the hospital. If you have any orders..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Si took the first step to cover his lips, and almost crushed the screen of the phone with his other hand, almost blushing, "You fucking traitor!"

Even though his mouth was covered, Meng Wen still didn't change his face, only quietly looking at Yan Si with a pair of dark eyes.

It was as if he was saying that he was originally from the Rong Xiao camp.

Being stared at by Meng Wen for a few seconds, Yan Si was puzzled in a trance, why he had such a big emotion towards Meng Wen towards Rong Xiao, he is Rong Xiao's chief assistant, this is an indisputable fact , or has Mengwen been regarded as one of his own subconsciously?

With only a few rounds in his head, Yan Si suddenly gave out an unusual smile, let go of his hand covering the microphone, and faced Rong Xiao with an almost amiable tone, elongated his voice, and looked like a profiteer , "Rong Dong——"

"Shall we do business?"

Such an abnormal tone made Meng Wen feel that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but frowned and looked at Yan Si, and in the next second, he saw the golden-haired fox and said with a smile, "I'll send your husband's examination and medication status to You, you help your family..."

"...Lend it to me for a few days?"

The word "yong" can be said to be sighed three times in his mouth, and he almost made nine twists and eighteen turns. The meaning of this is really intriguing.

Rong Xiao on the other end of the phone was instantly stunned by Yan Si's stinky shamelessness, and he couldn't figure out why his general assistant would visit Yan Si in the hospital. After all, there was really no work between them. The only possibility of online contact is... personal friendship.

Thinking about it further, it's even more incredible...

All of Yan Si's virtues are written on his face. On the left side of the gold-rimmed spectacle lens is written "Change" and on the right is "State", and there is a horizontal banner on his forehead that reads "All comers are welcome".

Look at Meng Wen again——

It's just a piece of wood...

On the other end of the phone, Rong Xiao pinched his waist with one hand and held the phone in the other, his brows were furrowed together, he really wanted to ask Yan Si how he wanted to "use" his boss Meng Help, after all, only he knows that Mongolian text can be used to snipe heads to the limit, and it can be used to wash hands and make soup.

If it's just an assistant, it's considered a transfer of work relationship, but if it develops beyond the work relationship...

Because Rong Xiao knew the Mongolian language, he had no way to make decisions, and finally replied in a calm voice, "I have no way to agree, this business can't be done."

A hint of surprise also flashed in Yan Si's pupils who were rejected, because in his cognition, the chief assistant will always be the position that bears the most gossip and gossip. After all, he follows the boss from morning to night. It is to meet all the needs of the boss, but he did not say whether the demand is for the day or night. Rong Xiao refused so simply, which clearly shows...

Mengwen and him are not just simple superiors and subordinates.

Think about Rong Xiao's fierce temper, he almost set up a chastity archway on his desk, and he and Meng Wenming are two fierce ones. Kung Fu is awesome enough...

The negotiation seems to have reached a deadlock. After all, neither party in the negotiation is the one to give up easily, let alone a simple role.

"Then I will..." Yan Si also spread his hands indifferently, and smiled, "There is nothing I can do."

The moment he was about to hang up the phone, a hand wearing a stainless steel watch came in and held his wrist firmly.

The phone just passed from Yan Si's hand to Meng Wen's. He was touching his tie and talking to Rong Xiao on the other end of the phone expressionlessly, "Boss, I agree."

"Meng Wen..." Rong Xiao's Adam's apple rolled because of this, and he seemed a little anxious, "You don't need..."

"Boss, you are kind to me." Meng Wen's voice was so quiet that there was no wave, "This is my personal choice."

"Mongolian……"

Before Rong Xiao could speak, Meng Wen hung up the phone quickly. At the same time, he took out the office tablet from his briefcase and handed it to Yan Si, looking at him with dark eyes , "The transaction is established, now it's your turn to send the information to your private mailbox."

Yan Si smiled at him first, then logged into his mailbox, and said while operating, "Why don't you ask me first, what did I bring you here for?"

"Deadline, time, and place." Meng Wen still couldn't see any emotion on his face, and he said concisely, "Under the premise of not violating morality and law."

There was still an indifferent sentence hidden in his heart, in fact, it didn't matter even if it violated the law.

"The time limit is three months." Yan Si had already packed all the information about Yun Zian, and he almost clicked to send it. He smiled and looked at Meng Wen, "I won't take advantage of you too much."

His pair of emerald eyes looked particularly deep, with a hint of playfulness, "The time...how about ten o'clock in the evening to eight o'clock in the morning? Doesn't it violate the labor law?"

Yan Si stepped on his shiny leather shoes with his bare feet, and touched the contours of his abdominal muscles with his palms, feeling the incomparable elasticity and feel of the muscles. Then he grabbed Meng Wen's tie, forcing He bowed his head, leaned into his ear, and smiled softly, "The location..."

"my home."

Meng Wen just looked down at Yan Si, and the two looked at each other, but the atmosphere was not lingering and unpredictable because of the sight, but it was like an explosive barrel was knocked over, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and gunpowder.

Yan Si tapped the tablet in his hand twice with his finger, which symbolized the start of the countdown. The tablet screen was displaying the mailbox interface, and his finger was only a line away from the send button.

I don't know how long it has passed, and it seems that it was only a moment. Meng Wen licked his lower lip for some reason, stared at those emerald eyes, and uttered two words calm and powerful ——

"make a deal."