Chapter 47: When the black belly frivolous male host was broken (15)

On the plane to W city, Feng Yangao brought only a few bodyguards and assistants, plus Qi Yan's words, but only ten people.
When he got on the plane, Feng Yangao was no longer amused. He gave Qi Yan two stacks of documents and asked him to sort them out. When he handed the documents to him, he urged him: "There should be no mistakes in these two documents, and distinguish the main and the secondary."
"Okay." Looking at him like this, Qi Yan became serious.
After reading the copy, Qi Yan scanned two copies and realized that this was actually the contract to be negotiated this time.
Surprisingly, he looked up at Feng Yangao, but he saw that he was already buried in his work.
He gave himself such an important document?
Does Feng Yangao trust Qi Yan? No, although Feng Yangao did not conceal his interest in Qi Yan, if his favorability only stayed at 45, that wouldn't even be a friend.
Such a relationship actually gave this file to yourself? Qi Yan's heart is full of doubt and inquiry.
Qi Yan felt suddenly, what opportunity should be this trip to the city. But recalling the original book, there was no impression of that opportunity and the major events that happened during this period...can it be that he thought too much?
With hundreds of millions of contracts in front of him, Qi Yan's heart was as heavy as a catty, and he carefully sorted out the copy, hoping not to make any mistakes.
Silent all the way, Qi Yan and Feng Yangao failed to say the last word alone. When I arrived in W city, I hurriedly checked into the hotel I had booked after getting off the plane. Qi Yan lives next to Feng Yangao.
The tense atmosphere set off the importance of the entire contract. Qi Yan sorted out the documents, checked them again and again, and after confirming that they were correct, knocked on Feng Yangao's door.
The door that Feng Yangao came to open in person. He was wearing a white shirt, and his neatly dressed appearance was gone, leaving only laziness and a heavy sense of fatigue.
Qi Yan was not going to enter, but Feng Yangao turned sideways, looking at him indifferently. Qi Yan pursed her lips, and finally took a step into the room of Feng Yangao.
"The documents have been processed." Qi Yan handed him the documents in his hands: "Do I still need to do anything?"
"It's already done." Feng Yang proud didn't rush to take it back, but instead sat on the sofa drinking coffee.
Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes looked at Fengyang Ao's slightly blue eyes, and the tip of his nose was full of coffee. Qi Yan knew that he must have not slept well. Also, there are hundreds of millions of contracts in hand.
But it's strange to say, why didn't Feng Yangao do these things before, but he had to wait for a temporary hold of the Buddha's feet, making him exhausted and having to stay up all night with coffee...
"Guess why I am."
Feng Yang's languid and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, Qi Yan was startled, only to find that he had already spoken the doubts in his heart.
"amount……"
"Don't shrink, guess why I rushed to do these things at this time?"
"Because of the tension this time?" Qi Yan answered with a rising end.
Feng Yangao looked at him for a long time, and finally grunted, "It's not, it's not. But it's forgiving you, come over and pinch my shoulder."
"what?"
"Pinch shoulders."
Feng Yangao patted his shoulder and motioned for Qi Yan to come over.
Seeing that Qi Yan's face was black, he shook his clenched hands, and Feng Yangao was funny. Of course he knew that Qi Yan would not come over or even get angry, he just made him play.
However, Qi Yan endured and endured, but came over step by step, standing behind the sofa, putting his hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly and lightly, and his skill was extremely skilled, easing the tension in his muscles.
This time Feng Yangao was shocked: "You are really here."
"Don't you let me squeeze your shoulders for you." Qi Yan rolled his eyes at the back of his head.
"Oh, I thought you would fall away. When did you obey this way."
Qi Yan retorted angrily: "No time! No obedience..." He paused, his voice lightened, and the clear water-like tone patted Fengyangao's atrium like a feather.
"Just to see you are too tired."
...
Feng Yangao paused as a whole, he looked at the front, where the glass decoration faintly outlined the outline of Qi Yan.
He took over the company, in order to let the company stand at the top, not counting the days and nights. However... only this man will say to himself, ‘you are too tired’.
Are Fengyang proud not tired? Oh, how is it possible that the iron is also personal.
What to do when you are tired, just pass your teeth. If a company's president is so good, then it will not require such auxiliary occupations as shareholders, managers, and supervisors. To put it bluntly, I am still too tired.
Some people will say, what are the rich people tired? What makes you tired of starting a company yourself? It's all those who work every day are tired.
However, a president, he is also working. For himself and the employees of the company, what he needs to do is hundreds of people in the company.
[The male host has a good opinion of Qi Yan +15, current favorability: 60]
...
Qi Yan had no words, because he knew that he poked at the softest spot in Feng Yangao's heart.
As he once said, he is the king of money and power, but the king standing at the top is the lonely.
Gently rubbing his shoulders, he felt relaxed and unprepared, and finally fell asleep on the sofa halfway.
Qi Yan didn't move him, so he let him sleep on the sofa. In any case, sleeping is better than not sleeping.
Quietly dumped the coffee on the table, Qi Yan made him a cup of milk on the table, and closed the door and left quietly.
Vigorous, not as warm and tender as that life.
It is only today that Qi Yan was shocked that the world he had been to was just over. Regardless of being happy or not, that life has passed and become a memory.