When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

Qi Yan was startled. He quickly pushed away Feng Yangao and wiped his lips fiercely.

Feng Yangao was shoved and nearly hit the bedside table in the back. Fortunately, his arm supported his body. He raised his head, and he saw Qi Yan's angry hate to eat his own eyes and could not help laughing.

Seeing Feng Yangao like this, Qi Yan became even more angry, but he noticed that the assistant who had always been by the side finally refrained.

If he couldn't hold back, then the front page headline of tomorrow would be: A man hitting the president in the presence of the assistant of the president is heroic and invincible!

He didn't want to be a joke, Qi Yan gritted his teeth, turned around and walked away in front of the assistant, but only nodded to the assistant, as for being proud of Feng Yang... He didn't even put a fart!

Ha ha, let's die with this kind of bad strategy! Can this man be given to the hostess for free?

After Qi Yan left with anger, Feng Yangao's smile instantly cooled down and turned into an extremely cold snowstorm.

"Everything is ready?" Feng Yangao asked softly, unable to hear the anger in his tone.

The assistant nodded respectfully: "Ready."

"Well." Feng Yangao picked up the warm water on the bedside table and took a sip before saying, "Go back."

The assistant left the room without second words and closed the door intimately.

The assistant out of the room paused and sighed deeply.

......The President, how dare. Just look at Qi Yan's just wish to bite off the president's neck, but the president can still laugh.

The assistant sister sighed again, calmed down, and quickly returned to her room.

This night, the stars were shining brightly, but Qi Yan was destined to sleep well all night. In his dream, as an attacker, he was thoroughly seen by Feng Yangao, a dead belly, and threatened himself to do all kinds of shameful things. This dream is even more terrifying than the strategy of going back and forth and the crisis of real swords and guns.

The next day Qi Yan sat in Fengyang Ao's car with big dark circles. For the questioning glances that Feng Yangao cast, Qi Yan rolled his white eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to make up for sleep directly, and ignored it.

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 70]

Ha ha, get crazy.

"It seems that some people didn't sleep well last night?" Feng Yangao asked inadvertently, the beautiful black pupil was full of jokes.

Qi Yan didn't want to bother him. He heard him speak, but didn't hear it when he fell asleep.

"Unfortunately, I slept soundly last night." A deep, magnetic voice was close at hand, spraying heat. "There are beautiful people in my dreams..."

Qi Yan opened his eyes, and a face with a hint of voluptuous beauty but without losing his bravery broke into his eyes. Qi Yan was frightened, and the conditioned reflex retreated to the side, but after listening to a bang, Qi Yan covered her head in pain.

It's sturdy on the car wall, it's...

"Hey, are you all right?" Feng Yangao quickly came over from the other side, trying to see where he hit, but was thrown away by Qi Yan.

"President, please settle down." Qi Yan endured the pain and said coldly: "It's better not to relax so much before the contract is signed."

Feng Yangao didn't care about the coldness of his tone, but instead chuckled: "Why? Worrying about the contract not being signed?"

"Indeed. After all, you said that if you fail to sign, you will see me in court." Qi Yan's yin and yang strange airway is naturally directed at what Feng Yangao threatened when he was on a business trip. The words are full of irony.

"You really remember your hatred." Feng Yang proudly shook his head helplessly, "Since I have been here and say so much to do. And..."

The sound suddenly turned low, which was different from the usual light-hearted and laughable tone. At the moment, Feng Yangao's voice was different in tenderness, and it sounded like a cello, but quietly -

"Of course I hope you come."

Qi Yan was frightened by his tone, looked at him in a daze, but bumped into a pair of eyes filled with soft water.

"you……"

"Okay, flirting is over!"

Suddenly, a dissonant voice came, it was neither his own nor Feng Yangao.

Before he could recover, a metal object on his head made him dare not move.

Feng Yangao stared at the opposite, but saw him...

A gun was also placed on the temple.

...

Is this... being held hostage?