When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

On the second day, Feng Yangao was invited by the investment object to a high-end western restaurant to eat. After Feng Yangao got the news, he made an unidentified chuckle, and after thinking about it, he only took his assistant.

That night, Feng Yangao was brought back by the assistant, and his body was full of alcohol, not even conscious.

"What's wrong with this?" Qi Yan helped him back to the room and asked the gasping assistant.

The assistant pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose and wiped his sweat, saying: "Investors drink wine for the president, but they must drink."

"Isn't this just signing the contract tomorrow?" Qi Yan said: "Why do you drink now?"

Qi Yan knows the process of signing a contract. Eating before signing a contract may be a polite set. Trying to be a friend of the landlord, it is impossible to drink like this. After signing a successful meal, it was a celebration, and it was understandable that everyone who was happy and had a bit of fun would be able to sign a successful contract that was beneficial to both parties.

"Who knows. Maybe it depends on the sincerity of the president. What to do if you don't drink today and not sign tomorrow." Zhuo thought of it and walked to the door: "I'll go to the front desk and get some hangover food. Qi Yan, can you help the president take off his clothes? It’s better to wake him up and sleep for a while, otherwise it’s a headache to get up tomorrow."

Qi Yan agreed, he helped Feng Yang take off his jacket and pants, and then took off his shirt. After taking off his polished look, he looked at his fruit body and pulled his guilty conscience over his body.

"Hmm..." Feng Yangao rolled over and moaned uncomfortably. Qi Yan looked over and saw that he frowned, and his combed and straight hair was now lying on the pillow softly, spreading together as he rubbed.

Qi Yan walked over, straightened his head, his pale fingers covered the temples on both sides, and kneaded gently, hoping that his discomfort could be eased.

Full, Feng Yangao opened his eyes and smiled in Qi Yan's surprised eyes.

Qi Yan looked at him and opened his eyes under his own hand. Without a word, he laughed and shuddered.

——It’s terrible! Was this person possessed?

"You, are you okay..." Qi Yan asked with some trembling.

Feng Yang shook his head proudly, supported the bed with both hands, and sat up with strength, "It's okay... a little uncomfortable."

"It must be uncomfortable to drink so much." Qi Yan quickly put his pillow up against his back, "What does the investor mean?"

"It doesn't mean..." Feng Yang proudly pursed his lips, feeling that his lips were very dry. "Pour me a glass of water."

"Well." Qi Yan brought the warm water prepared next to him and handed it to Feng Yangao, but when he saw him coming straight, he would drink water. There was no way but to feed him.

Feng Yangao, who drank the water, was obviously better, but his mind was still confused and his eyes were half open, "You will accompany me to sign the contract tomorrow."

"Ah?" Qi Yan froze, "Why?"

"Tomorrow the assistant has other tasks, so you accompany me to go." Feng Yangao looked at him, his mouth evoked a smile that was the same as usual.

Although Qi Yan was unwilling, he agreed.

How can you not work under the hands of others, not to mention that Fengyangao is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you don’t go, you don’t know how to threaten yourself.

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 65]

Although Feng Yangao was a little confused, his speech was still very clear, and the things he ordered were also very clear. Seeing Qi Yan stand up and leave, he just wanted to call him out, the door opened and closed, and the assistant came in with a glass of water.

"President, you're awake." The assistant saw him and smiled happily: "Here is honey water, drink some hangover."

Feng Yangao felt uncomfortable in the hollow of his belly, and his stomach burned with alcohol burned. He took honey water and drank it cleanly in two strokes.

"Tomorrow Qi Yan will accompany me to sign the contract, you stay here to do the work I left for you."

Feng Yangao suddenly said that this embarrassed Qi Yan on the side. He quickly looked at the assistant, but he saw her face and replied normally: "Okay, President."

Qi Yan was relieved. Fortunately, people didn't think they robbed her of her job. After all, a small intern would dare to grab the job of the company's old man. When I returned to the company and was spread, I would definitely be excluded.

"Yes, Qi Yan." Feng Yangao suddenly mentioned his name again. Qi Yan froze, and immediately replied: "Yes."

I saw Feng Yangao hooked his hand at him, and motioned him to the past, as if to post a whisper.

Qi Yan glanced at the assistant, and slowly rubbed over, just bent down and leaned beside Qi Yan, he was hooked on the neck violently, before he had time to recover, the lips were printed with soft and full of alcohol. lip.