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

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Five years later, Rongteng Technology has become the country's top listed company, and Fengyangao has become a hot business figure.

Feng Yang Ao is the golden tortoise in the hearts of all women to be married, rich and powerful, gentleman and handsome, not inferior to the duke and prince who abide by etiquette since childhood. Such a man has never confessed to a dating partner, and has no scandals. How many women have tried their best to get involved with Feng Yangao.

I don't know what's wrong, Feng Yangao doesn't want to eat that kind of thing. He is always the same. Except for the business party, he needs to bring female companions. There are no women around him.

On this day, Fengyang Ao still got off work as usual, and condoned the employees who needed to work overtime. After saying goodbye to the employees enthusiastically, he drove on a straight road. This is the way home, very familiar and familiar, and the scenery is very single. Suddenly, the red light in front of him turned on, but his car turned slightly. Instead of going home, he changed the direction and moved away.

The car stopped in front of a high-end dessert shop. Feng Yang Aoshuai got off the car and walked into the dessert shop. Twenty minutes later, he walked out with a box of cakes, then got in the car and went home.

The destination is an ordinary two-story villa, one of the coastal villas in a high-end residence, this is Fengyangao's home.

From the moment he entered the door, Feng Yangao's aura changed. The nerves were no longer tense, and the every moment of defense was removed. He changed his shoes, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a gentle smile, which softened his sharp features.

Holding the cake, Feng Yang proudly went upstairs, came to the door of a room, knocked on the door lightly, and opened the door.

The scene inside did not change from when he left in the morning. The meal left there in the morning was still there, and the meal brought in by the assistant at noon did not change. There was a person sitting silently beside the bed, feeling the arrival of Feng Yang Ao, he did not move at all.

"Why didn't you eat?" Feng Yangao's voice was filled with forbearing anger, but it didn't happen.

"How long are you going to keep me here?" The other party did not answer him, but instead asked another question.

Feng Yangao stepped closer and said with a small smile: "Wait for me to get your new identity..."

"It's been five years, and it's not done yet, huh."

The opponent's mocking tone made Feng Yangao's face puffy, and finally, his unwilling anger erupted.

"Why don't you want to stay here? I'm not good to you? Or are you missing something?" He placed the cake he bought with joy on the table, "'Qi Yan' is dead!"

The voice fell, and the surroundings fell into silence, terrible.

The figure trembled at last, and then slowly stood up from the bedside, and turned around a figure about the same height as Feng Yang Ao, looking towards Feng Yang Ao with a misty gaze.

"I used to think that you were just a shrewd person, calculating everything and never failing. Now I think about it, you are nothing more than that."

"Fengyangao, five years ago, I accepted all your jokes, only this one."

"You killed'Qi Yan', let me be a soulless walking dead and stay with you obediently?"

"Why do you want me to be with you?"

Sentence by sentence, like a sharp sword, poked into Feng Yangao's heart.

For the past five years, except for the beginning, Feng Yang Ao has never given Qi Yan a formal explanation, even the phrase ‘I love you’ has been uttered hastily.

Qi Yan felt that Feng Yangao didn't love him.

The desire for exclusiveness overwhelmed all the secular morals, Feng Yangao didn't know when he started planning all this.

Five years, how Qi Yan lived, Feng Yangao lived.

Feng Yangao was silent, and certain three characters seemed to be heavy, blocking his throat, making him speechless.

At this moment, he was also lost.

Every time I met, I broke up without joy, and every time I talked, Feng Yangao had nothing to say.

In the darkness, Qi Yan sat there, looking at the cake, feeling infinitely bitter in his heart.

Today is Qi Yan's birthday.

-

Feng Yang Ao has not returned for three days since that day.

Every time, I asked the assistant to deliver meals to Qi Yan. Every meal, every meal, at a fixed time, never be late.

In fact, Qi Yan only eats a few bites, which is not comparable to a man's average appetite. The assistant looked at Qi Yan's thinning face several times, and he wanted to say something but stopped, and finally sighed away in Qi Yan's indifferent expression.

One night a few days later, Feng Yang Ao was drunk and unconscious and was helped back.

When the assistant was leaving, he told Qi Yan that even if he was angry, please take good care of him all night.

Qi Yan looked coldly at Feng Yangao who was lying on his bed, screaming "Qi Yan" in a daze.

"Water...I want to drink water..."

Qi Yan paused, still poured a glass of water, raised his upper body, and fed him some warm water.

Just as he was about to retreat, his hand was suddenly held vigorously, and Qi Yan struggled, but didn't.

"Don't go..."

Feng Yangao's voice was faintly pleading.

"I was wrong..."

"Don't go...I will give you whatever you want."

His words seemed to be on his lips, and he couldn't hear him unless he listened carefully.

But Qi Yan still heard clearly.

He pursed his lips, his voice was still mocking, he sneered, and said lightly: "Let me go."

The room fell into silence, deathly silence.

Qi Yan lowered his head to find that Feng Yangao seemed to be asleep, and his even and long breaths gently sprayed on Qi Yan's hand.

"Sure enough..."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Qi Yan broke free from the hand held by Feng Yang Ao, walked to the table and put down the water glass.

Every time he moves, the sound of iron chains will follow.

Five years, this room is his all.

Sitting on the sofa by the window, Qi Yan stared at the stars in the night, not knowing what to think.

After a while, he was also attacked by sleepiness and slowly closed his eyes.

In a daze, the sparse voice wanted to be in my ears.

With a sigh, a silent and desolate syllable suddenly sounded.

"Good."

-

When Qi Yan woke up the next day, Feng Yang Ao had already disappeared.

After another month, Qi Yan never saw Feng Yangao again.

This time...should you really give up? What about him? Have to stay here for a lifetime?

No matter what, it is a sad end.

When Qi Yan felt desperate for being trapped in this room all his life, that day, the assistant came.

She unlocked the chains on Qi Yan's feet and gave him a document. Qi Yan opened it. Inside were his ID card and household registration book. The details on it were the same as those of him five years ago.

I raised my head in surprise, but saw my assistant sister smile helplessly.

"The president has been prepared long ago, but he has not given it to you."

"Maybe he is also waiting for a hope, an opportunity."

"It is claimed that you were persecuted by the cousin of the president, so you suspended your death to protect your relatives and friends around you. The police have approved it, and you are back to your original life, Qi Yan."

"I'm sorry, I have worked hard for you in five years."

"But the president really..."

"Well, maybe you don't want to listen, but to tell you a lucky thing, you can leave."

"Leave completely..."

……

Standing outside, feeling the fresh air, reaching out to touch the sun, only to find that the sun outside the window he used to sit on the floor longing for was so dazzling.

I don’t feel happy at all...

But life has to continue. Qi Yan touched his designer clothes, thought about it, and got on the bus to Wen Ruo's house.

He is most worried about Wen Xin's body. That woman, with the original sincere love, gave him the only warmth he was a child.

No one can replace it.

Shumen Shulu came to the family building, Qi Yan hesitated in front of the door, wondering whether he should knock on the door, put down his raised hand many times, and raised it again. Just as he was hesitating, the door of the room was suddenly opened from the inside, and a woman leading the child was about to go out.

The woman was stupid when she saw him.

Qi Yan looked at the woman carefully, even if time changed, whether it was Qi Yan before or now Qi Yan would never forget this person.

——Wen Ruo.

"...Brother Xiaoyan?"

The woman's trembling voice was unbelievable.

Qi Yan looked at her indifferently, and finally nodded.

"...really is Xiaoyan brother?!" Wen Ruo suddenly amplified her voice. She let go of the child she was holding, and rushed up to hug Qi Yan, "Brother Xiaoyan...I knew you would be fine! I knew...my mother...my mother...when she was dying, she still talked about you..."

The woman cried in a low voice, and Qi Yan's breath was choked by what she said.

"Auntie...dead?"

"My mother's body is not as good as the day, always telling me about you... But there is no way, your boss also helped us, please ask the best doctor, but... just didn't save it..."

Wen Ruo's cry made Qi Yan's eye sockets red and his nose sour. He endured forbearance, patted Wen Ruo's shoulder lightly, and then pushed her away from his embrace with gentle force.

"Are you... okay?" Qi Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and the tears he held back made his throat hurt.

"Yeah." Wen Ruo nodded, "I am married to Ning Jin...Have a good time. Today is my birthday...I will take the child back to see..." At this point, she couldn't bear it. Live the tears.

Looking at her appearance, Qi Yan couldn't help but changed the topic. He tilted his head and looked at the little boy who was looking outside. The flash of light in his big eyes was exactly the same as that of Ning Jin, and he was the one who didn't suffer. Qi Yan knelt down and waved to the little boy, "Come on."

The little boy looked at him, walked over, and said loudly: "I recognize you! You are in my photo album!"

Qi Yan's depressed mood seemed to shine into a beam of light, he chuckled and said: "Why is it in the album?"

"You have taken pictures with your mother, and you have taken pictures with your father... You have also taken pictures with your grandma..." The little boy finished, walked over to hold Wen Ruo's hand, "Mom, grandma said he is my uncle... …"

Wen Ruo wiped away his tears and smiled: "Yes, he is your mother's brother, that is, your uncle. We Xiaohao are so smart, did you learn in kindergarten?"

"Yes!"

Children will be very happy when they are praised. For a while, he opened the chatterbox and told Qi Yan all the interesting things he had experienced in the kindergarten.

During the period, Qi Yan explained to Wen Ruo about his ‘fake death’. Wen Ruo nodded, which was acceptable, and he would take Qi Yan home to give Ning Jin a surprise.

When I walked downstairs, the dusk had fallen, and the dim sky seemed to show something.

Not far from the must pass, there is a familiar extended Lincoln parked.

Qi Yan was surprised, he thought about it, and declined Wen Ruo's invitation, and at her repeated request, he gave her a new phone number.

Watching Wen Ruo take the child away, Qi Yan pursed his lips, turned and walked towards the Lincoln.

In front of the car, a man leaned there, his back facing the sun.

Seeing Qi Yan coming over, the man curled his lips and raised a perfect arc.

"Mr. Qi Yan."

Hearing the sound, Qi Yan was startled and stopped.

As the man stepped forward, the shadow cast by the dusk disappeared, revealing the face that Qi Yan was so familiar with.

Under Qi Yan's indifferent gaze, he stretched out his hand, and the sound came from a distant place, low but sweet, like a cello playing a serenade, beautiful and melodious.

"Excuse me, can I chase you?"

Come over and pursue again.

Five years, I owe you what I owe you, let me pay it all my life.

I want to respect your choice, so...

Excuse me, can I chase you?

The sunset is gradually setting, and the orange dusk has turned red.

Standing face-to-face, the man's hand stretched out without shaking at all, just like that, waiting for the other hand.

The night breeze seemed to be starting to noisy, and Qi Yan shrank as a cold wind passed by.

Looking at the hand that didn't flinch at all, Qi Yan turned around and stepped forward.

On desolation, the evening breeze is even worse.

"Yes."

On the human heart...

Feng Yang's proud heart, at this time, is the warmest.