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

Feng Yangao staggered and almost hit the bedside table behind him. Fortunately, his arms supported his body. He raised his head and saw Qi Yan's angry eyes that seemed to want to eat him. He couldn't help laughing. Seeing

Feng Yangao like this, Qi Yan became even angrier, but he noticed the assistant who had been beside him, and finally held back.

If he didn't hold back, the headline of tomorrow's front page would be: A man beat the president in front of the president's assistant, so brave!

He didn't want to be a joke. Qi Yan gritted his teeth, turned around and left in front of the assistant, and just nodded to the assistant. As for Feng Yangao... he didn't even fart!

Haha, such a bad target of strategy should die! Can this man be given to the heroine for free?

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

"Is everything ready?" Feng Yangao asked softly, unable to hear the joy or anger in his tone.

The assistant nodded respectfully: "It's ready."

"Yeah." Feng Yangao picked up the warm water on the bedside table, took a sip, and then said: "You go back."

The assistant left the room without saying a word and closed the door considerately.

The assistant who left the guest room paused, then sighed deeply.

... President, you are so brave. Look at Qi Yan's expression just now, he wanted to bite off the president's neck, and he could still laugh at the president.

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

This night, the stars were shining, but it was destined to be a night of poor sleep for Qi Yan. In the dream, as a strategist, he was seen through by Feng Yangao, a scheming man, and was threatened to do all kinds of shameful things. Compared with the previous back-and-forth strategies and real crises, such dreams were more terrifying.

The next day, Qi Yan got into Feng Yangao's car with big dark circles under his eyes. In response to Feng Yangao's inquiring look, Qi Yan rolled his eyes, leaned back in the chair and went to sleep directly, ignoring him.

[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 70]

Haha, what a psychopath.

"It seems that some people didn't sleep well last night?" Feng Yangao asked casually, his beautiful black pupils full of teasing.

Qi Yan didn't want to pay attention to him. When he heard him talking, he just thought he was asleep and didn't hear it.

"What a pity, I slept very well last night." The low and magnetic voice was close at hand, spraying hot air, "There was a beauty accompanying me in my dream..."

Qi Yan opened his eyes, and a face with a hint of charm, handsome but heroic suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Qi Yan was frightened and reflexively stepped aside, but heard a "bang" and Qi Yan covered his head in pain.

It was firmly fixed on the wall of the car, it was almost...

"Hey, are you okay?" Feng Yangao quickly sat over from the other side and wanted to check where he was hit, but was waved away by Qi Yan.

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

Feng Yangao didn't care about the cold tone of his voice, but chuckled: "What? Are you worried that the contract can't be signed?"

"Indeed. After all, you said that if it can't be signed, you will meet me in court." Qi Yan said in a sinister tone, naturally referring to what Feng Yangao said when he threatened him to go on a business trip, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"You really hold a grudge." Feng Yangao shook his head helplessly, "Since you're already here, why are you still talking so much? And..."

His voice suddenly turned low. Unlike his usual teasing and frivolous tone, Feng Yangao's voice at this moment was different from tenderness, and it sounded as beautiful as a cello, and the sound was leisurely--

"Of course I hope you'll come."

Qi Yan was frightened by his tone, and looked over blankly, but bumped into a pair of eyes full of tenderness.

"You..."

"Okay, the flirting stops here!"

Suddenly, a discordant voice came, which was not his own, nor was it Feng Yangao's.

Before he could come to his senses, a metal object on his head made him dare not move in an instant.

I stared at Feng Yangao across from me, only to see him...

also had a gun pointed at his temple.

...

Is this...being held hostage?