When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

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

Feng Yangao who was pushed, staggered that he almost hit the bedside table behind him. Fortunately, his arms supported his body. When he raised his head, he saw Qi Yan’s angry eyes that wanted to eat him and he couldn’t help laughing out loud.

Seeing Feng Yangao like this, Qi Yan became even more angry, but he noticed the assistant who was standing next to him and finally held back.

If he didn’t hold back, the headline on tomorrow’s front page would be: A man beat the president in front of the assistant president, heroic and invincible!

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

Hehe, this kind of bad raiders’ target should go to hell! Can this man be given to the female lead for free?

After Qi Yan left angrily, Feng Yangao’s smile instantly cooled down and turned into an unusually cold blizzard.

“Is everything ready?” Feng Yangao asked softly, the joy and anger in his tone was unclear.

The assistant nodded respectfully: “It’s ready.”

“En.” 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 another word and closed the door tightly.

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

……President, really daring, ah. Just now, Qi Yan looked like he couldn’t wait to bite off the president’s neck, but the president could still laugh.

The assistant sister sighed again, settled her mind, and quickly returned to her room.

Tonight, the stars were shining brightly, but it was destined to be a bad night for Qi Yan to sleep. In his dream, as a raiders, he was thoroughly seen by Feng Yangao, a black-bellied man, and was threatened to do all kinds of shameful things. Compared with the back-and-forth strategy and real1真刀真枪: real swords, real spears (idiom). Meaning it’s very much for real / every bit real / the genuine article crisis, such dreams were even more terrifying.

The next day, Qi Yan sat in Feng Yangao’s car with big dark circles under his eyes. In response to Feng Yangao’s questioning gaze, Qi Yan rolled his eyes and leaned on the back of his chair to sleep, ignoring him.

[The male lead’s favorability towards Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 70]

Heh, get out of here, you psycho.

“It seems that someone didn’t sleep well last night?” Feng Yangao pretended to ask casually, his beautiful black pupils full of banter.

Qi Yan didn’t want to pay attention to him at all. When he heard him talking, he just pretended that he was asleep and didn’t hear him.

“It’s a pity, I slept very soundly last night.” The low and magnetic voice is close at hand, spraying with heat, “There is a beauty in the dream that accompany me…”

Qi Yan opened his eyes abruptly and a charming but heroic face came into view. Qi Yan was startled and reflexively retreated to the side, but hearing a ‘bang’, Qi Yan covered his head in pain.

His head hit the wall of the car firmly. It’s really……

“Hey, are you okay?” Feng Yangao quickly slid over from the other side, trying to check where he hit, but Qi Yan waved his hand away.

“President, please calm down.” Qi Yan endured the pain and said coldly: “Before the contract is signed, it’s better not to relax so much.”

Feng Yangao didn’t care about the coldness of his tone, but chuckled softly: “What? Worried that the contract will not be signed?”

“Indeed. After all, you said that if the contract signing failed, you will see me in court.” Qi Yan said in a strange manner, naturally referring to what Feng Yangao said when he threatened him to go on a business trip, his words were full of sarcasm.

“You really hold grudges.” Feng Yangao shook his head helplessly, “Since you’re already here, you shouldn’t worry so much. And……”

The voice suddenly turned lower, which was different from the usual playful and frivolous tone. At this moment, Feng Yangao’s voice had a different kind of tenderness. It sounded like a cello, so relaxing——

“Of course, I want you to come.”

Qi Yan was frightened by his tone of voice and looked over in a daze, but crashed into a pair of soft eyes.

“You……”

“Okay, that’s the end of the flirting!”

Suddenly, a discordant voice came. It was not his own nor Feng Yang Ao’s.

Before he came back to his senses, for an instant, a metal object on his head made him afraid to move.

He turned to Feng Yangao on the opposite side, but looking at him……

He also had a gun pointed to his temple.

……

Is this… being held hostage?

1真刀真枪: real swords, real spears (idiom). Meaning it’s very much for real / every bit real / the genuine article