Chapter 50： When the belly of the black frivolous man was broken (18)

The current situation is a bit unpleasant, or rather a little confused.

Qi Yan and Feng Yangao were held hostage, with special emphasis on the otz being held on President Fengda’s own car...

Regarding the cold touch on his forehead, Qi Yan kept himself as calm as possible, otherwise he could not help but rushed to question Feng Yangao, the big fool full of bad waters, who had thought about the testimony of being hijacked in his car.

But then, a conversation between the robber and Feng Yangao made Qi Yan's mind instantly understand something.

First of all, these people are not robbers, but investors today. Secondly, they are not trying to make money and killing lives, but delaying time. As long as Feng Yangao misses the time to sign the contract, the investment will be automatically forfeited.

"So, President Feng, I'm sorry. You have to be with us rough guys tonight. Tomorrow we will take you directly to the airport." The leader said with a smile of arrogance, a little sorry. No.

Qi Yan vomited for a while, and now it's okay. I won't let people talk about it today. I will be sent to the airport tomorrow.

Compared with Qi Yan's still suppressed anger and panic, Feng Yangao seemed very leisurely. He picked up the glass on one side, poured himself a glass of wine, and raised the glass to the leader, as if a toy gun was on his head.

After taking a sip of red wine, Feng Yangao suddenly wondered: "I'm curious. Since you don't want to sign this contract with us, why would you ask me to negotiate? To know the meaning of the word "negotiation" itself is to sign The first step of the contract."

"This is not bothering the CEO," said the leading person with a sneer. "This is an internal matter of our company. My boss needs to use the money invested in Rongteng to make another batch of transactions. But the company’s Other senior officials gave you this opportunity."

"Oh~ It turns out that your company's internal opinions are not unified..." Feng Yangao nodded understandingly.

The leading man looked at him and suddenly smiled, "President Feng is so courageous, he can't change his face in such a situation."

"Why, actually I'm so scared." Feng Yangao picked up the glass again and sipped it out

"You don't seem to be very scared." The leading man crossed the aisle, grabbed Fengyangao's wine glass, and fell down fiercely. The wine glass rolled twice on the blanket-covered carriage floor and broke a corner.

Feng Yangao didn't mind his brutal behavior at all, but he tilted Erlang's legs and hugged his chest with both hands, looking at the leader with all his leisure: "Of course I am afraid, but my dear is here, if I am afraid, then is he not more Afraid."

...

Dear?

On the one hand, Qi Yan and the leader made a puzzled expression (black question mark) together.

"Dear, don't be afraid." Feng Yangao held out his hand at Qi Yan, "Come to me."

Qi Yan: Fuck your sister's dear.

Lincoln cars had seats on both sides, Qi Yan and Feng Yangao sat opposite each other, and there was only one crossing in between. As soon as Feng Yangao reached out his hand, he almost touched the tip of Qi Yan's nose. What else did he use to'come to me'? !

Enduring the urge not to beat him, Qi Yan squinted him: "Go away."

"Oh dear, don't do this." Feng Yangao squeezed his eyebrows like a headache. "Is it still blaming me for being too rude last night?"

Qi Yan: "..." Is this brain broken?

He looked at Feng Yangao in a dumb face, but saw a stream of light flashing through his black pupils, which seemed to reflect the endless night sky...

This is Feng Yangao's gaze of the past, the kind of seeing through and controlling all eyes, but frivolous but with a hint of evil.

...At this moment, Qi Yan is clear.

This is a game, a game that Feng Yangao personally arranged.