On the plane to W City, Feng Yangao only brought a few bodyguards and assistants. Including Qi Yan, there were only ten people.

After getting on the plane, Feng Yangao stopped joking. He gave Qi Yan two piles of documents and asked him to sort them out. When handing the documents to him, he rarely reminded him: "There must be no mistakes in these two documents. Distinguish the primary and secondary ones."

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

Opening the documents, Qi Yan scanned two sheets and was surprised to find that this was the contract that needed to be negotiated this time. If successful, the company will earn hundreds of millions!

He looked up at Feng Yangao in surprise, but saw that he had already immersed himself in his work.

——He actually gave such an important document to himself?

Feng Yangao trusts Qi Yan? No, although Feng Yangao did not hide his interest in Qi Yan, if the favorability was only 45, then they were not even friends.

With such a relationship, he actually gave me this document? Qi Yan's heart was full of doubts and inquiries. Qi

Yan suddenly felt that this trip to W City should be an opportunity. But recalling the original work, he had no impression of that opportunity and the major events that happened during this period... Could it be that he was overthinking?

With a contract worth hundreds of millions in front of him, Qi Yan's heart was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He carefully sorted out the copy, hoping that there would not be any mistakes.

Qi Yan and Feng Yangao were silent all the way, and they did not have a single word to say to each other. When they arrived in W City, they hurriedly checked into the hotel they had booked before after getting off the plane. Qi Yan lived next to Feng Yangao.

The tense atmosphere highlighted the importance of the entire contract. Qi Yan sorted out the documents, checked them over and over again, and after making sure they were correct, he knocked on Feng Yangao's door.

Feng Yangao opened the door himself. He was wearing a white shirt, and his usual neat appearance was gone, leaving only laziness and a strong sense of fatigue.

Qi Yan was not ready to go in, but Feng Yangao turned slightly and looked at him indifferently. Qi Yan pursed his lips, and finally took a step forward and entered Feng Yangao's room.

"The documents have been processed." Qi Yan handed him the documents in his hand: "Do you need me to do anything else?"

"It's already done." Feng Yangao was not in a hurry to take it back, but sat leisurely on the sofa and drank coffee.

Looking at Feng Yangao's slightly dark eye bags and the tip of his nose full of coffee smell, Qi Yan knew that he must not have slept well. It's true, he has several hundred million contracts in his hands.

But it's strange, why didn't Feng Yangao do these things before, but waited until the last minute to cram, making himself exhausted, and having to stay up late with coffee...

"Guess why I'm saying that."

Feng Yangao's lazy and hoarse voice suddenly rang out, and Qi Yan was startled, and then he realized that he had already said the doubts in his heart.

"Uh..."

"Don't shrink, guess why I'm doing these things at this time?"

"Because I'm nervous about this job?" Qi Yan raised the last tone and answered uncertainly.

Feng Yangao looked at him for a long time, and finally snorted and laughed, "Yes, and no. But I'll spare you, come here and give me a shoulder massage."

"Huh?"

"Pinch my shoulders."

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

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

However, Qi Yan endured it again and again, but walked over step by step, stood behind the sofa, put his hands on his shoulders, and kneaded them lightly, with an extremely skilled technique, relieving the tension in his muscles.

Now it was Feng Yangao's turn to be shocked: "You actually came over."

"Didn't you ask me to massage your shoulders?" Qi Yan stared at the back of his head and rolled his eyes.

"Heh, I thought you would slam the door and leave. When did you become so obedient?"

Qi Yan retorted angrily, "Not when! I wasn't obedient..." After a pause, his voice softened, and the clear sound like flowing water fluttered Feng Yangao's heart like feathers.

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

...

Feng Yangao was completely frozen, he looked ahead, where the glass decorations faintly outlined Qi Yan's outline.

He took over the company, and in order to make the company stand at the top, he worked countless days and nights. However... only this man would say to himself, 'You are too tired'.

Isn't Feng Yangao tired? Ha, how is that possible, even if he is made of iron, he is still a human being.

What to do when you are tired, just grit your teeth and get through it. If being a president of a company is so easy, then there will be no need for auxiliary professions such as shareholders, managers, and supervisors. To put it bluntly, I am too tired.

Some people will say, why are rich people tired? Why is it tiring to start your own company? Only those who work every day are tired.

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

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

...

Qi Yan was speechless, because he knew that he had touched the softest part of Feng Yangao's heart.

Just like he once said, he is a king with money and power, but the king standing at the top is the loneliest.

Gently kneading his shoulders, feeling his relaxation and defenselessness, and finally half lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

Qi Yan didn't move him and let him sleep on the sofa. No matter what, it's better to sleep than not to sleep.

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

The explosions were not as good as the warmth and tenderness in life.

Until today, Qi Yan was shocked to realize that the world he had been to was gone. No matter whether that life was happy or not, it had passed and became a memory.