When Ge Junxuan came to look for Wen Jingrong, he happened to see several delivery men come out of his house and walked into the hall, and was immediately shocked by the boxes all over the place. The icon of the magic number pen on the box is very eye-catching, and you don't have to think about it to know what is inside.
"I said brother, are you planning to open a magic number pen franchise store?" Ge Junxuan knew that Wen Jingrong had been collecting magic number pens for the past few years, but he bought them one by one before, but this time he actually took the ones in the store. Have you bought all the magic pens
Wen Jingrong didn't say a word, grabbed Ge Junxuan, who was about to take his seat, and walked straight out. When he reacted, the door was mercilessly closed in front of him.
"What does this mean?!" The water didn't even let you take a sip before sending off the guest? Ge Junxuan stared at the closed door, feeling that his fragile little heart was hurt ten thousand points.
Just as I was about to go back to find someone for a few words, my phone suddenly received a message: Don't come to me these days, or you will be responsible for the consequences!
Ge Junxuan: "..." Can we still be good friends
In the hall, Wen Jingrong unpacked the boxes one by one and carefully took out the magic number pen inside.
There are seven hundred and sixty pieces in total. From counting, packing to delivery, the whole process was completed under the supervision of Wen Jingrong. Even the inventory and defective products were all bought back by him without any omission.
The scene at that time was very shocking, and many people who did not know the truth thought that the brand had been seized by the relevant departments. After they figured out the reason, everyone said that it was the first time they had seen such a fresh and refined local tyrant. Although many people suspect that this is the advertising strategy of the business, they should also support this unique domineering. Wen Jingrong's act of scavenging goods has made the brand fiercely popular.
Shang Ke and other magic number pens were placed on the table by Wen Jingrong, row after row, like a beautiful girl waiting for the king to choose.
Shang Ke was cold on the surface, but cute on the inside, waiting for his man to "take one scoop from three thousand weak water".
Just thinking about how to recognize each other, Wen Jingrong took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started searching from the magic number pen at the front.
Coco didn't come to him directly, but contacted him via text message. Obviously something was wrong with his body and he couldn't move freely. In this case, Wen Jingrong could only use electronic products to find him.
Wen Jingrong took his mobile phone and scanned the magic number pen on the table in turn. When moving to the fourth row, the original black screen of the phone suddenly lights up.
Wen Jingrong breathed for a while, parked his phone on top of a magic number pen, and asked in a trembling voice, "Coco?"
The screen of the mobile phone was automatically unlocked with a click, and Wen Jingrong suddenly felt as if his heart was about to jump out. He tried his best to suppress his excitement, gently picked up the magic number pen, held it in his palm carefully, and stared affectionately: "Coco, I finally Got you."
Find a fur! You are wrong! Seeing Wen Jingrong reaching out to him, but he took away the magic number pen beside him without hesitation, Shang Ke's heart collapsed. Dare to be a little more clumsy! What about true love
Just when Wen Jingrong was about to express his sincerity to the magic number pen, the phone began to rage on his presence, and a deafening song suddenly sounded in the hall.
"Who is coquettish, you are coquettish, who is affectionate, you are affectionate, who cheats, you cheat, who sells miserable, you sell miserably... Darling, please let me take away your heart, liver, spleen and lungs, please let me drain your spirit God's blood... ah oh uh... I love you so much, to the point where there are no bones left, love until the flesh is blurred... When I hold your head on the altar, please tell me that you will not regret it later, ah not later... regret... "
Wen Jingrong's expression cracked a bit: "..."
This Divine Comedy was written by Shang Ke to help Wen Jingrong on a whim back then, but he didn't expect him to keep it, so it was released just in time for the occasion. (Wen Jingrong: Isn't it bad at all?!)
Under the cyclical offensive of the Divine Comedy, Wen Jingrong finally realized his mistake, and immediately put down the magic number pen in his hand, and decisively chose his Coco.
The music on the mobile phone stopped abruptly, and the world fell silent in an instant.
"Coco..." At this time, it seemed too late to show loyalty.
Shang Ke, who was held by Wen Jingrong in the palm of his hand, comfortably enjoyed the light of blessings, not caring about someone's clumsiness, and entered four words on the phone with his mind: "I'm back.]
Wen Jingrong's heart was sour, he lowered his head close to Coco's pen, the cold metal touch made him truly feel his presence.
Immediately afterwards, as if remembering something, he suddenly pulled away and placed Shang Ke on the sofa beside him.
Being mercilessly stripped of Fuguang's embrace, Shang Ke could only stretch out his eager Erkang hand to mourn the lost food.
"I know that the blessings on me will make you feel uncomfortable." Wen Jingrong said softly, "So, I will try to keep my distance from you until we can truly be together."
Shang Ke Thriller: No no no! I don't feel bad at all! Don't keep your distance, let's love each other like rogue rabbits in heat.
"Coco, don't worry, I will find a way to remove the blessings from my body and prevent you from any harm."
Oh my God, but also to eliminate the blessing. Eliminate the blessing, what do you use to support me!
Wen Jingrong paused, then said, "I remember that you once asked me to take you to the prison to absorb the evil spirits. Presumably the prison environment is conducive to your recovery. I will take you there tomorrow."
Shang Ke covered his face: I'm not a bad writer now, I don't need to go to prison!
At the same time, the mobile phone displays a message: [Don't go.]
"Why? Is there a better place for you than prison?"
What is "is there a better place for you than prison"? Are you sure you're not teasing (pen)
[Not going anywhere.]Shang Ke worked hard to control his weak thoughts and typed hard on the phone, [Just stay by your side.]
Wen Jingrong's eyes were full of affection: "Of course you will stay by my side, but you can't be too intimate for the time being."
mdzz, who told him about Fuguang!
Shang Ke took a sigh of relief and continued to input on the phone: [I need… ]
Before the word "Fuguang" was finished, the phone suddenly trembled, followed by a series of pleasant ringtones, and then the screen went black and gracefully shut down.
Shang Ke: "… "
Wen Jingrong took a handkerchief and gently wrapped it around Shang Ke.
Shang Keru: Don't pack, let me run naked!
Wen Jingrong walked into the study, sat in front of the computer, and said to Shang Ke, "I need to perform fingerprint verification on the magic number pen, please bear with me a little."
Take Shang Ke out of the handkerchief, unfold the magic number pen, and perform fingerprint verification and identity binding on him through the scanner. The magic number pen is an input device that can track and locate. It has two types of refills: signal and solid state. The former is used for screen writing and the latter is suitable for paper products. Once bound, identity recognition and font authentication can be performed automatically, and only documents signed by me have legal effect.
Magic number pens come in a variety of shapes, and the remodeled pen body is still cufflink-shaped, small and exquisite, and very modern, but it is a little different from Wen Jingrong's dress style. However, after the strength is restored, Shang Ke can properly adjust his appearance.
While Wen Jingrong was undergoing identity verification, Shang Ke could hurry up to absorb Fuguang.
Just as he was sucking in and forgetting himself, the blessing light all over his body dimmed, and Shang Ke was put on the handkerchief by Wen Jingrong again.
Seeing that he was about to wrap him up again, Shang still used the power he had just absorbed to type out a line of words on the computer screen: [I need Fuguang!]
He is no longer a bad pen, he is a Fu (Fu) pen!
Three days later, Wen Jingrong, who had been absent from work for many days, appeared in the company with an extremely coquettish mental outlook. He walked with an elegant effect. The air is soaring.
"Tong Fei, take a few people down and bring up the things in my car." Wen Jingrong instructed his secretary briskly.
"Okay." The secretary glanced at his boss in horror, with a feeling of unreality like a dream.
But for a moment, Tong Fei and the others walked into the conference room with a few boxes each.
"Mr. Wen, I've got everything."
"Yeah." Wen Jingrong said without raising his head, "Today is the holiday, please distribute the contents of the box according to the department."
Holidays today? Tong Fei hurriedly opened the calendar and found several scarlet letters under today's date: International Day of Rescue and Rescue the Distressed. (PS: This is an overhead festival, don't take it seriously!)
Tong Fei seemed to feel the malice from the boss.
However, the boss's orders must be strictly implemented.
Tong Fei took his assistant to open the box and found that all the new magic number pens were inside. On the same day, all employees of Wen's Group headquarters received a magic number pen to celebrate the great International Day of Rescue and Rescue the Difficulties.
After half a month of blessing, Shang Ke was finally able to communicate with Wen Jingrong relatively smoothly.
Wen Jingrong's daily routine now is to go to work, chat and raise cocoa. The work efficiency of 200% in the past has plummeted to 100%.
The secretary often sees the boss staring at the computer with a bright face, chatting online, watching dramas, and playing games with a mysterious person. Eight hours a day, at least four hours are deserting. However, he can still manage the company affairs in an orderly manner, but unlike the previous workaholic state, he will go to get off work on time every day.
"Where do you want to eat today, Coco?" Wen Jingrong asked while opening the car door.
The phone lit up, and it displayed: [Baiweizhai.]
"Okay." After starting the car, Wen Jingrong headed straight for Baiweizhai full of energy.
[seat belt.]Cocoa warm reminder.
Before Wen Jingrong could move, the seat belt was automatically fastened.
"Thank you Coco." Wen Jingrong's face was full of spring breeze, feeling that there was a caring assistant beside him.
[No spicy food is allowed today, you seem to have a cold.]
"Um."
[Remember to buy medicine when you go home.]
"Um."
The temperature in the car was adjusted to the best state, and a soft music sounded slowly.
Sitting on the comfortable chair cushion and listening to the sweet music, Wen Jingrong's eyes were filled with happiness.
His coco is back, right next to him.
This time, he will definitely not let him go again, and he will not let him suffer any more harm.
He will use his own blessings to support him for a lifetime!