When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead: When the black-bellied and frivolous male protagonist is bent (15)

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On the plane to W City, Feng Yangao only took a few bodyguards and assistants, plus Qi Yan, only ten people.

When I got on the plane, Feng Yang Ao was no longer funny. He gave Qi Yan two stacks of documents and asked him to sort them out. When handing them to him, he rarely urged: "Don't make any mistakes in these two documents, and distinguish the priority."

"Okay." Seeing him like this, Qi Yan also became serious.

Opening the copy, Qi Yan scanned two pieces and realized that this is the contract that needs to be negotiated this time. If it succeeds, the company will earn several hundred million!

I looked up at Feng Yangao in surprise, but saw that he was already buried in his work.

——he gave himself such an important document?

Feng Yang proudly trusts Qi Yan? No, although Feng Yangao didn't conceal his interest in Qi Yan, if his favorability only stayed at 45, he was not even a friend.

Such a relationship actually gave this file to yourself? Qi Yan's heart was full of doubt and inquiry.

Qi Yan suddenly felt that this trip to City W should be an opportunity. But recalling the original book, that moment and the major events that happened during this period, there is no impression... Could it be that he thought too much?

The contract of several hundred million is placed in front of him, and Qi Yan's heart is as heavy as a thousand catties. He carefully sorts out the copy, hoping not to make any mistakes.

Since nothing, Qi Yan and Feng Yangao could not say a word alone. In W city, after getting off the plane, I hurried to check in the hotel booked before. Qi Yan lives next to Feng Yang Ao.

The tense atmosphere highlights the importance of the entire contract. Qi Yan sorted the documents, checked it over and over, and after confirming that they were correct, knocked on Feng Yangao's door.

Feng Yangao personally came to open the door. He was wearing a white shirt, and the appearance he used to be neatly worn is gone, leaving only a laziness and a strong sense of exhaustion.

Qi Yan wasn't ready to go in, but Feng Yang sullenly turned sideways, looking at him indifferently. Qi Yan pursed his lips, and finally took a step and entered Feng Yangao's room.

"The file has been processed." Qi Yan handed him the file in his hand: "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"It's done." Feng Yangao didn't rush to pick it up, but instead sat on the sofa and drank coffee.

The corner of his eye looked at Feng Yang's slightly blue eye bags, and the tip of his nose was full of coffee. Qi Yan knew that he must have not slept well. Yes, I have several hundred million contracts in my hands.

But it’s strange to say, why didn’t Feng Yangao do these things well beforehand, but had to wait to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily, making him exhausted, and having to stay up late with coffee...

"Guess why I am."

Feng Yang's lazy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and Qi Yan was startled, only to realize that he had already said the question in his heart.

"Um..."

"Don't flinch, guess why I did these things at this time?"

"Because you are nervous about this work?" Qi Yan's voice rose up and replied uncertainly.

Feng Yangao looked at him for a long time, and finally snorted, "Yes, not really. But spare you, come over and squeeze my shoulders."

"Huh?"

"Pinch your shoulders."

Feng Yangao patted his shoulder and motioned Qi Yan to come over.

Seeing that Qi Yan's face was dark and unreasonable, and his clenched hands trembled, Feng Yangao was amused. Of course he knew that Qi Yan would not come and even get angry, he was just teasing him.

However, Qi Yan endured and endured, but he walked over step by step, standing behind the sofa, putting his hands on his shoulders, kneading neither light nor heavy, with exceptional skill, which relieved his muscles. Tight.

Feng Yangao's turn is now shocked: "You really came here."

"Didn't you let me squeeze your shoulders." Qi Yan stared at the back of his head and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I thought you would slam the door and leave. When did you be so obedient."

Qi Yan retorted angrily: "No time! Not obedient..." After a pause, his voice was lightened, and his clear voice like flowing water beat Feng Yang's heart like feathers.

"It's just that you are too tired."

……

Feng Yangao paused, he looked forward, where the glass decoration faintly circled Qi Yan's outline.

He took over the company. In order to keep the company on top, he didn't count the days and nights. However... only this man would say to himself ‘you are too tired’.

Is Feng Yang Ao tired? Oh, how could it be possible that the iron strikers are also individuals.

What should I do when I'm tired? I gritted my teeth and passed. If the president of a company is so good, then there will be no need for supplementary professions such as shareholders, managers, and supervisors. To put it bluntly, I am too tired.

Some people will say, what is the rich man tired? Why is it tiring to start your own company? It is only those who work every day to get tired.

However, a president, he is also working. For himself, for the employees of the company, what he needs to do is done by hundreds of people in the company.

[The male protagonist's favorability for Qi Yan +15, current favorability: 60]

……

Qi Yan had no words, because he knew that he poked into the softest part of Feng Yangao's heart.

As he once said himself, he is a rich and powerful king, but the king standing at the top is the loneliest.

Gently kneading his shoulders, feeling his relaxation and defenselessness, finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Qi Yan didn't move him, so he let him sleep on the sofa. In any case, it is better to sleep than not to sleep.

Quietly poured out the coffee on the table, Qi Yan made him a cup of milk and put it on the table, closed the door and left quietly.

Vigorous, not comparable to the warmth and tenderness in life.

To this day, Qi Yan is shocked to realize that the world he has been to has passed. That life, whether happy or not, has passed and become a memory.