Qi Yan was startled. He quickly pushed Feng Yangao away and wiped his lips fiercely.
Feng Yangao was pushed so hard that he almost hit the bedside table behind him. Fortunately, his arms supported his body. When he raised his head, he saw Qi Yan's angry look that made him want to eat him, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Seeing Feng Yangao like this, Qi Yan became even more angry, but he noticed the assistant who had been beside him and finally held it back.
If he couldn't hold it back, tomorrow's front page headline would be: A man beat the president in front of his assistant, so heroic!
He didn't want to become a joke. Qi Yan gritted his teeth and turned around to leave in front of the assistant. He just nodded to the assistant. As for Feng Yangao... he didn't even fart!
Haha, go to hell with such a bad target! Can you give this man to the heroine for free
After Qi Yan left angrily, Feng Yangao's smile instantly cooled down and turned into an unusually cold blizzard.
"Is everything ready?" Feng Yangao asked softly, unable to hear the joy and anger in his tone.
The assistant nodded respectfully: "Ready."
"Yes." Feng Yangao picked up the warm water on the bedside table, took a sip, and then said, "Go back."
The assistant left the room without a word and closed the door tightly.
The assistant who left the guest room paused, then sighed deeply.
…President, how dare you. Seeing how Qi Yan looked just now, he wanted to bite off the CEO's neck. Fortunately, the CEO could still laugh.
The assistant sister sighed again, composed herself, and quickly returned to her room.
This night, the stars were shining brightly, but it was destined to be a bad night's sleep for Qi Yan. In the dream, as a raider, he was thoroughly seen by Feng Yangao, a sleuth who threatened him to do all kinds of shameless things. Compared with the back-and-forth strategy and the crisis of real swords and guns, this kind of dream is more terrifying.
The next day, Qi Yan got into Feng Yangao's car with big dark circles under his eyes. Facing Feng Yangao's questioning look, Qi Yan rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair to catch up on his sleep, ignoring it.
[The male protagonist’s favorability towards Qi Yan is +5, current favorability: 70]
Haha, you are crazy.
"It seems like some people didn't sleep well last night?" Feng Yangao asked pretending to be casual, his beautiful black pupils full of teasing.
Qi Yan didn't want to pay attention to him at all. When he heard him speak, he just thought he was asleep and didn't hear him.
"What a pity, I slept very soundly last night." The low and magnetic voice was close at hand, spraying hot air, "I was accompanied by a beautiful woman in my dream..."
Qi Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and a face that was enchanting and handsome but still heroic came into view. Qi Yan was frightened and reflexively retreated to the side. However, when he heard a "bang", Qi Yan covered his head in pain.
It's solidly mounted on the car wall, it's just...
"Hey, are you okay?" Feng Yangao quickly sat over from the other side and wanted to check the place where he hit, but Qi Yan waved him away.
"President, please calm down." Qi Yan endured the pain and said coldly: "It's better not to relax so much until the contract is signed."
Feng Yangao didn't care about the coldness of his tone, but chuckled: "What? Are you worried that the contract won't be signed?"
"Indeed. After all, you said that if you fail to sign, you will meet me in court." Qi Yan said in a sinister tone, naturally referring to what Feng Yangao said when he threatened him when he was on a business trip. His words were full of sarcasm.
"You really hold a grudge." Feng Yangao shook his head helplessly, "Since you are already here, why are you talking so much. And..."
The voice suddenly turned low. Different from the usual teasing and frivolous tone, there was a different kind of tenderness in Feng Yangao's voice at this moment. It sounded as pleasant as a cello, and it sounded leisurely -
"Of course I hope you come."
Qi Yan was frightened by the tone of his voice and looked over blankly, only to be met by a pair of soft eyes.
"you… "
"Okay, enough of the flirting!"
Suddenly, a discordant voice came. It was not his own, nor was it Feng Yangao's.
Before he could regain his senses, a metal object on his head made him unable to move for an instant.
Staring at Feng Yangao across from him, he saw him...
A gun was also pressed against his temple.
…
Is this... being held hostage