Although what Wang Luoqi said was relatively general, Wen Yan still understood it.

Yes, she has taken the position of president of the group at such a young age. She seems to have great power, but the people below may not be convinced.

Employees at the bottom are better off. They generally don't care about the age of their bosses. They just listen to whoever pays them wages.

But the top management is different, especially the shareholders of the group, those company veterans who followed Wang Luoqi's father when he started his business.

Will they be willing to let a young girl lead them?

After all, when Wang Luoqi took over the group, he was not the kind of person who, when the older generation reaches retirement age, would naturally retreat to the second line and let their children inherit their positions.

In this case, the older generation will make various arrangements before they retire.

Even before retiring, they have already let their children gain experience in the company. By the time they retire, their children will be able to take charge of their own affairs and naturally complete the smooth transition of power.

But Wang Luoqi was the company whose father suddenly had an accident and was ordered to take over the company at a critical moment. There was no one to pave the way for her or look after her from behind.

If she really delegates power, she will be sidelined.

Wen Yan suddenly understood Wang Luoqi's pressure.

Outsiders only see her bright side:

A genius girl who was admitted to the highest school at the age of twelve.

A beautiful CEO who took control of a tens of billions group at the age of sixteen.

But who has ever seen the sadness behind her?

While her peers were still enjoying the wonderful life of college, she was working until early in the morning every day and had to deal with various intrigues among high-level officials.

While her peers are still struggling with which skirt to wear and which hairpin to wear, she wears business attire day after day just to make herself look more mature.

Wen Yan poked the girl's shoulder with his little hand and comforted: "Sister Luo Qi, you must be working very hard."

Wang Luoqi's body froze suddenly, and his breathing stopped slightly: "It's okay."

She didn't expect that the person who could see her hard work and comfort her would be a five or six-year-old child.

After all, even her mother never said a word of hardship to her.

Wang Luoqi reached out and hugged Wen Yan tightly into his arms: "With your words, my sister will not have to work hard."

The aroma came back, and the suffocation feeling gradually came. Wen Yan shook his body vigorously:

"Let go, Sister Luo Qi, let go quickly."

The tender voice of a child came out from the bed.

"What's wrong?" Wang Luoqi was a little confused, but still relaxed a little.

"Ahem." Wen Yan quickly broke out of the girl's arms.

He first took a few big breaths of fresh air, and then said a little aggrievedly:

"Sister Luo Qi, do you want to suffocate me to death so you can inherit my pocket money?"

The gentle tone of voice was full of resentment.

In his previous life, he was a rising singing star who was sent away by a stage accident. In this life, he doesn't want to be a milk baby suffocated to death in the arms of a beautiful girl.

Looking down at her plump curves, Wang Luoqi's face turned slightly red. She had forgotten how domineering her figure was.

He was too embarrassed to see anyone. Wang Luoqi buried his head in the quilt, rolled it up into a ball, and planned to pretend to be an ostrich.

Looking at the squirming little cloth bag next to him, Wen Yan felt helpless. He patted the cloth bag with his little hand:

"Sister Luo Qi, you took away the quilt, how can I sleep?"

Hearing Wen Yan's voice, although the cloth bag stopped squirming, the girl inside still didn't show her head.

Worried that Wang Luoqi would do something bad, Wen Yan pretended to be pitiful and said:

"Sister Luo Qi, although it is summer now, the air conditioner is blowing in the room. If I don't cover myself with a quilt at night, I will catch a cold."

I don't know whether Wen Yan's pretending to be pitiful played a role, or the girl was so suffocated in the quilt that a gap was opened.

The girl inside used the gap in the quilt to observe Wen Yan's position, and then Wen Yan was dragged into the quilt.

"Forget what happened just now, do you hear me?" The girl's threatening voice came from the quilt.

"Oh, sister Luo Qi, my waist is about to break."

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that, little guy?" The girl's threat continued to come from the bed: "Otherwise, don't blame your sister and kill her to silence her."

"Kick-kick"

A child's squealing sound came from the bed: "Sister Luo Qi, don't scratch my crotch, I'm ticklish."

"Giggle. I heard it, I heard it, sister Luo Qi, please stop it."

Ten seconds later.

"Huhu."

Two heads, one big and one small, emerged from the cold quilt.

After successfully getting Wen Yan to compromise and agree to forget what happened just now, Wang Luoqi showed a satisfied smile.

Wen Yan, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling with blank eyes, looking as if he was hopeless.

There was still a string of water stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, like a silly son of a landlord. Don't get me wrong, the water stains on the corners of his mouth were just saliva from laughing.

No, we can't let it go like this. Wen Yan feels that he has been screwed by this woman.

He must make some compensation to himself.

Wen Yan poked the girl next to him: "Sister Luo Qi, if you want me to forget what happened just now, you must agree to one condition."

"Little guy, how dare you say that?" Wang Luoqi sat up and was about to pounce on Wen Yan as he spoke.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Wen Yan shrank back in fright: "This condition is very simple for you. As long as you promise me, I will immediately forget what happened just now."

Wang Luoqi was a little suspicious: "You tell me first and listen."

"Give me five thousand, oh no, three thousand, just give me three thousand yuan." Wen Yan estimated the price of the painting tools in his mind.

"What do you want so much money for?" Wang Luoqi did not agree immediately.

The money was naturally not much to her, but to a five or six-year-old child, it was a large sum of money.

Besides, this little guy shouldn't be short of money either. She just gave him a thousand yuan at noon.

Therefore, Wang Luoqi felt that he had to ask clearly.

"I want to buy a set of painting tools." Wen Yan did not choose to hide it.

Wang Luoqi blinked and asked, "Can you draw?"

"It's just a hobby, I know a little bit about it." Wen Yan said modestly.

"But didn't Dean Wen say you like music?" Wang Luoqi thought of Mrs. Wen's advice to him when he left the orphanage.

That's because the old lady is a music teacher and I only show musical talent, Wen Yan thought silently in his heart.

Hiding it is not a long-term solution. He feels that he should slowly reveal his differences:

"Sister Luo Qi, my hobbies are more extensive."

Then, he said weakly: "Do you agree?"

"A few thousand dollars, this is just a small problem." Wang Luoqi said nonchalantly.

Wen Yan's eyes lit up: "So, you agree?"

"No, I don't agree." Wang Luoqi refused decisively.

Then you have a small problem with Dei. Wen Yan is a little depressed.

Seeing Wen Yan's disappointed look, Wang Luoqi turned his eyes and said, "Unless you sing a song to me."

"Singing?" Wen Yan was a little confused as to why she would ask this.

Singing is my old profession, and it doesn’t require special skills to unlock skills.

"Yeah." Wang Luoqi nodded: "Dean Wen said you sing very well."

Through the moonlight outside the window, Wen Yan could see the expectation on the girl's face.

What songs are you singing?

Wen Yan felt that this was an opportunity to pave the way for his future musical talent, so he didn't want to sing songs from this world.

But he can't be too amazing.

For a child of five or six years old, the thought of the original love song "I'll Love You Even to Death" is outrageous.

After thinking for a while, Wen Yan found that the only songs suitable for his current age group were children's songs!

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Wen Yan suddenly thought of a song.

"Sister Luo Qi, then I'll sing."

Wen Yan cleared his throat: "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle"

"That sounds good." As soon as Wen Yan spoke, Wang Luoqi's eyes lit up.

When Wen Yan sings, his voice is clearer and more melodious than when he talks normally.

Looking at the starry sky outside the window, Wen Yan continued to sing:

"The sky is full of little stars"

"Hang in the sky and shine brightly"

"It's like thousands of little eyes"

…

Thanks to Mr. Xiaoxiaocang for the 100 reward.

It was half an hour late than the promised time. This is my fault.

But this chapter also has 500 more words.

Consider it compensation.

In addition, tonight at midnight, the big entertainers will test the waters.

Brothers, please read more.

In this way, the book will have the opportunity to be recommended in the future, and it will last longer.
Chapter completed!