When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

When Feng Yang was proud, Wen Ruo was still reluctant.

Qi Yan was ordered to send Feng Yangao by Wen's mother. Qi Yan could not say that he was unwilling, and could only walk behind Feng Yangao in a muffled voice.

Going downstairs, Qi Yan, who finally passed the speed, took two steps to speed up and stopped in front of Feng Yangao, "Who let you come!"

"Huh?" Feng Yang raised his eyes proudly, and looked at his angry look without a smile: "Are you afraid of getting expelled from speaking to your boss?"

"Is it possible for the boss to come to someone else's house in a hurry?" Qi Yan's eyebrows were filled with anger: "Whether it's a boss or a colleague, it's rude to come to someone's house without notice?"

"It seems that it really touched your bottom line." Feng Yangao is still the casual look, "Then I apologize to you?"

"No, I just hope that President Feng will stay away from me next time."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Yan turned around and left without even leaving Feng Yangao with one look.

The word ‘President Feng’ is all used. Feng Yang’s languid look is slightly more positive. He quickly catches up and says, “I’m really angry?”

Qi Yan didn't reply, and walked forward on his own.

"That's not your home." Feng Yangao said suddenly, his tone was not a question, but a statement.

It was this sentence that stopped Qi Yan. He looked back, and the impending storm was brewing in his dark eyes. The bottomless, cold and sullen eyes stayed on Feng Yangao, as if waiting for him. In a word, maybe let him go further.

In the impression of Feng Yangao, Qi Yan has always been a kind of obscure and personalityless boy. As long as he is satisfied with his work, there is no particularly big goal and it is easy to meet. However, seeing such Qi Yan, Feng Yangao completely put aside his previous ideas.

Where is there no personality?

Perhaps Feng Yangao was still lucky in a corner of his heart, he touched the bottom line of this boy.

With a straight posture, Feng Yangao looked at Qi Yan without flinching and smiled: "That's the woman's home."

The woman Qi Yan he said certainly knew who it was, Wen Ruo.

"what do you want to say in the end."

"I want to say, you think of other people's home as your own home, and other people's mother as your own mother, thinking that you can please others and get a beautiful heart, how can you..."

Feng Yang's arrogance stopped, and Qi Yan's complexion grew deeper.

Seeing Qi Yan's appearance, Feng Yangao seemed very satisfied. He took two steps forward, his head slightly sagged, leaned into Qi Yan's ear, and said softly: "That woman is very good to me... compared to You knight who silently guards everything, does she prefer the rich and powerful king?"

"Feng Yangao!"

Qi Yan pushed him away, but he saw Feng Yangao turn around slightly with his strength and walked towards the Land Rover.

"The business trip I said is true. I'm ready to go, and set off the day after tomorrow." Feng Yang proudly paused, adding: "The leave and resignation during this period are invalid. If the business is not negotiated because of you, then we can only See you in court."

"I don't want to go there with you Qi Yan."

"It can be seen that you like that woman's mother very much... it's not good to be tired of others, do you say that?"

"At six o'clock the day after tomorrow, see you in front of the company."

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 20]

...

Qi Yan was eaten by Feng Yangao this time.

I don't know which rib is missing from Feng Yangao's great president, so I have to match him.

In the morning two days later, Qi Yan was exceptionally early, and Ning Jin had just returned overnight.

When he saw Qi Yan's big suitcase and small backpack were about to go out, Ning Jin's bedbugs were thrown away and flew over to hug Qi Yan's thigh: "Dude, can you leave me alone!!! Although I have a lot It’s not a good place, but you have been with me for so long, how can you say go away?! I swear I will wash my socks and underwear, and clean up the hygiene of the bedroom, don’t go!!"

Qi Yan looked like a dog and lifted his pants, silently earning twice, without breaking Ning Jin.

"... Let go, I'm on a business trip."

"Ah...?" Ning Jin's cry disappeared. He looked up and looked at Qi Yan's expression of disgusting him. He stood up and patted the dust on his pants as if it had never happened. Cough! Pay attention to your body when you are on a business trip. Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been raising you for so long.

"Go away, there is no right way."

"No, I'm really serious, some old men are rare for you like this thorny rose." Ning Jin joked on Qi Yan's neck, grinning: "Did you say that you wear that kind of special clothes that hook people Ah, buddy, let me tell you, if you can dress yourself up a little bit, I’m sure it will bend right away!"

"...My fault is praised, no agreement."

"Why did you refuse so thoroughly? When I come back this time, I will give you a good deal. Then I will go to the nightclub to support me!" Ning Jin put his hand into Qi Yan's shirt and wiped it fiercely. A handful...

——The lying trough feels so good!

While preparing to go further, there was an obscure voice at the door.

"Wow, shouldn't I have come so early?"

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +10, current favorability: 30]

Qi Yan, who wants to break away from Ning Jin, and Qi Ning, who is silly, looked up together, and saw Feng Yangao standing at the door of the bedroom, smiling at the seemingly ambiguous behavior of the two.

Seeing him, Qi Yan thought of what he said the day before yesterday.

It's just... how can there be such a man? Threatening people are not outrageous.

"Why don't you wait for me to come and pick up my faithful subordinates?" Feng Yangao finished, and his eyes fell on the silly Ning Jin: "Don't you let go?"

"Ah... oh." Ning Jin froze for a moment, then let go of his hand and whispered to Qi Yan: "Your boss? What a terrible thing."

"...I'm gone, and I'll be back in a few days." Qi Yan said to Ning Jin, sorted out his clothes, and followed Feng Yangao with his suitcase.

Ning Jin looked at the backs of the two leaving one after the other, and unconsciously raised his hand to touch his back neck and touched a thin sweat.

The man gave him a deep look before leaving... just one glance, enough to keep him from getting back for a long time.

What did he do! What did he do! Did you just make a joke! As for me, it seems like my wife is thin...

——Wait, wait, your wife? !

Ning Jin was taken aback by his thoughts.

Is it... his buddy is stared at by the boss?