Chapter 53： When the black belly frivolous male host is broken (fanwai)

Five years later, Rongteng Technology is already the top listed company in the country, and Feng Yangao has also become a hot business man.

Feng Yangao is the son of the golden tortoise in the hearts of all women who want to marry. He has money and power, and a handsome gentleman. He is no less than the Prince Duke who has kept his etiquette since childhood. Such a man has never acknowledged the object of communication, and there is no gossip. How many women have tried their best to have a relationship with Feng Yangao.

But I don't know what happened. Feng Yangao didn't eat that one set. It's the same day and night. Except for the need to bring a female companion at a business party, there is no female figure around him.

On this day, Fengyang Ao still got off work as usual, congratulated the employees who needed to work overtime, and after a warm farewell to the employees, drove on a straight road. This is the way home, very familiar and familiar, the scenery is single. Suddenly, the red light in front of him turned on, but his car turned slightly, instead of going home, he changed direction and moved away.

The car stopped in front of a high-end dessert shop. Fengyang proudly got out of the car and walked into the dessert shop. Twenty minutes later, he came out carrying a box of cakes, then got on the bus and went home.

The destination is an ordinary two-storey villa, one of the villas in a high-end residence along the coast, this is Fengyang proud home.

Since entering the door, Feng Yangao's aura has changed. The nerves were no longer tight, and all the precautions were taken off. He changed his shoes, and his lips were filled with a warm smile, which softened his angular features.

Carrying the cake, Feng Yang proudly went upstairs and came to the door of a room. After gently knocking on the door, he opened the door.

The situation inside did not change from when he left in the morning. The meals left there in the morning were still there, and the meals sent by the assistant at noon did not move. There was a man sitting silently by the bed, feeling the arrival of Feng Yangao, he didn't move at all.

"Why don't you eat?" Feng Yangao's voice, with a sullen sorrow, did not happen.

"How long will you keep me here?" The other party asked another question instead of answering him.

Feng Yangao approached the movement and smiled and said, "Wait for me to get your new identity..."

"It's been five years, it's not done yet, huh."

The opponent's mocking tone made Feng Yangao's face swell, and finally, unwilling anger made him erupt.

"Why don't you stay here? I'm not good to you? Or are you missing something?" He placed the cake he bought with joy on the table, "'Qiyan' is dead!"

The voice fell, and there was silence around it, terrible.

The figure finally shivered, and then slowly stood up from the bed, turned around as tall as Feng Yangao, and looked at Feng Yangao with gray mist.

"I used to think that you were just a savvy person who calculated everything and never missed it. Now I want to come, and you are nothing more than that."

"Feng Yangao, five years ago, I accepted all your jokes, but this one alone."

"You killed "Qi Yan", let me be a walking dead without a soul, and be with you obediently?"

"You, why should I be with you?"

One sentence after another, like a sword, poked in Feng Yangao's heart.

In the past five years, apart from the beginning, Feng Yangao has never given Qi Yan a formal account, and even the phrase "I love you" has been sloppy.

Qi Yan felt that Feng Yangao did not love him.

The desire for exclusivity has overshadowed all worldly morals, and Feng Yangao does not know when to start planning all this.

In the past five years, Feng Yangao will do whatever Qi Yan does.

Feng Yangao was silent. Some three words seemed to be heavy, and they were stuck in his throat, making him speechless.

At this moment, he was also confused.

Every meeting is disappointing, and every conversation is also Fengyangao speechless.

Qi Yan sat there in the dark, Yu Guang looked at the cake, and his heart was bitter.

Today is Qi Yan's birthday.

Since that day, Feng Yangao has not returned for three days.

Every time I asked the assistant to deliver food to Qi Yan, every meal, every meal, for a fixed time, I was never late.

In fact, Qi Yan eats, but there are only a few bites, which is not as good as a man's ordinary meal. The assistant looked at Qi Yan's emaciated face several times, all hesitantly wanted to say something, and finally sighed away in Qi Yan's indifferent expression.

One night a few days later, Feng Yang was backed up by the alcoholic and unconscious person.

When the assistant left, he told Qi Yan that even if he was angry, he would take care of him for one night.

Qi Yan looked coldly at Feng Yangao who was lying on his bed and shouted ‘Qi Yan’.

"Water...I want to drink water..."

Qi Yan paused, still poured a glass of water, lifted his upper body, and fed him some warm water.

When he was about to retreat, Qi Yan's hand was suddenly vigorously held, and Qi Yan earned, but did not open.

"Don't go..."

Feng Yangao's voice faintly pleaded.

"I'm wrong……"

"Don't go... I will give you whatever you want."

His words seemed to be in his mouth, and he couldn't hear clearly if he didn't listen carefully.

But Qi Yan still heard clearly.

He pursed his lips, and there was still sarcasm in the tone, with a sneer, and said lightly: "Let me go."

The room fell silent, deadly silent.

Qi Yan bowed his head to find that Feng Yangao seemed to have fallen asleep, and evenly long breath gently sprayed on Qi Yan's hand.

"really……"

With a self-deprecating laugh, Qi Yan broke free of the hand held by Feng Yangao, walked to the table, and put down the glass.

Every time he walked, the iron chain sound would sound.

Five years, this room is all he has.

Sitting on the sofa by the window, Qi Yan stared at the stars in the night, not knowing what to think about.

After a while, he was also attacked by sleepiness, and he slowly closed his eyes.

In a trance, the sparse voice wanted to be in my ear.

With a sigh, a silent and desolate syllable sounded suddenly.

"it is good."

When Qi Yan woke up the next day, Feng Yangao was gone.

Then for more than a month, Qi Yan has never seen Feng Yangao.

This time...should be really stubborn? What about him? Have to stay here for a lifetime?

In any case, it is a sad ending.

When Qi Yan thought he was trapped in this room for life and despaired, the assistant came that day.

She untied the chains on Qi Yan's feet and gave him a document. Qi Yan opened it with his ID card and household registration book. The details above are the same as those of him five years ago.

Surprisingly, he raised his head, but he saw the assistant sister smiling with helplessness.

"The president has been prepared for a long time, but he has never given it to you."

"Maybe he is also waiting for a hope and an opportunity."

"It is claimed that you are persecuted by the president's cousin, so you are suspended to protect the relatives and friends around you. The police have approved it, and you are back to your original life, Qi Yan."

"I'm sorry, you have worked hard for five years."

"But the president is really..."

"Well, maybe you don't want to listen, but tell you a lucky thing, you can leave."

"Leave completely..."

...

Standing outside, feeling the fresh air, reaching out to touch the sun, only to find that the sunlight outside the window he used to sit on the floor was so dazzling.

I'm not happy at all...

But life has to continue. Qi Yan touched his famous brand clothes, thought about it, and got on the bus to Wen Ruo's house.

He was most worried about Wenxin's body. The woman, with her original sincere love, gave him the only warmth of his childhood.

No one can replace it.

When Shumen Shulu came to the family building, Qi Yan hesitated in front of the door, not knowing whether to knock on the door or not. He raised his hand several times and put it up again. As he hesitated, the door of the room was suddenly opened from the inside, and a woman led the child, preparing to go out.

When she saw him, the woman was stupid.

Qi Yan looked at the woman carefully, even if the time changes, whether it is Qi Yan before or now Qi Yan will never forget this person.

——Wen Ruo.

"...Brother Xiaoyan?"

The woman's trembling voice was unbelievable.

Qi Yan looked at her indifferently, and finally nodded.

"...Really Brother Xiaoyan?" Wen Ruo suddenly amplified her voice, letting go of the child she was holding and rushing to hug Qi Yan, "Brother Xiaoyan... I knew you would never be okay! I knew ...My mom...My mom...I was still nagging you when I was dying..."

The woman cried in a low voice, and Qi Yan breathed a suffocation from her words.

"Aunt... dead?"

"My mother's body is not as good as a day, and I'm always nagging you... But there is no way, your boss also helps us, please the best doctor, but...I didn't save it back..."

Wen Ruo's cry made Qi Yan's eyes red and his nose sore. He swallowed, patted Wen Ruo's shoulder gently, and then pushed her away from his arms with a gentle force.

"Are you... alright?" Qi Yan's voice was hoarse, his tears held back and his throat hurt.

"Well." Wen Ruo nodded. "I'm married to Ning Jin... It's okay. Today is my birthday... I'll take the kids back to see..." Speaking of which, she couldn't help tearing. .

Looking at her, Qi Yan couldn't help but change the topic. He turned his head and looked at his little boy from side to side. The streamer flashing in his big eyes was exactly the same as Ning Jin, and he was the one who didn't lose money. Qi Yan squatted down and waved at the little boy, "Come."

The little boy looked at him and came over, shouting: "I know you! You are in my photo album!"

Qi Yan's depressed mood seemed to shine into a beam of light. He chuckled and said, "Why are they in the album?"

"You took photos with your mother, with your dad... and with your grandma..." The little boy finished and walked over to hold Wen Ruo's hand, "Mom, grandma said he was my uncle..."

Wen Ruo wiped his tears and smiled, "Yes, he is my mother's brother, that is, your uncle. We Xiaohao are so smart, have we studied in kindergarten?"

"Yes!"

The children will be very happy when they are praised. For a time, he opened the conversation box and told Qi Yan all the interesting things he experienced in the kindergarten.

During the period, Qi Yancao and Wen Ruo explained to him the matter of'fake death'. Wen Ruo nodded his head, which was acceptable. He also took Qi Yan home to surprise Ning Jin.

When I walked downstairs, the dusk had fallen, and the dim sky seemed to show something.

Not far from the intersection, a familiar lengthened Lincoln car parked.

Qi Yan was surprised, he thought about it, refused Wen Ruo's invitation, and gave her a new phone number after her repeated requests.

Seeing the text with the child away, Qi Yan pursed her lips and turned towards the Lincoln car.

In front of the car, a man leaned there with his back to the sun.

Seeing Qi Yan coming, the man hooked his lips and raised a perfect arc.

"Mr. Qi Yan."

Upon hearing the sound, Qi Yan froze and stopped.

As the man stepped forward, the shadow reflected by dusk disappeared, revealing the face Qi Yan was so familiar with that he could no longer be familiar with.

Under Qi Yan's indifferent gaze, he held out his hand. The sound came from a distant place, but it was low but sweet, like a cello playing a serenade, beautiful and melodious.

"Excuse me, can I chase you?"

Come back and pursue again.

Five years, I owe you, let me use this life to pay back.

I want to respect your choice, so...

Excuse me, can I chase you?

The sunset gradually fell, and the orange evening had become red.

Standing face to face, the man's hand extended without shaking at all, just like that, waiting for the other hand.

The night breeze seemed to start to clamor, and a cold wind blew across, making Qi Yan shrink.

Looking at the hand that didn't flinch, Qi Yan turned around and took a step.

On desolation, the evening breeze is even worse.

"can."

On the heart...

Feng Yangao's heart was warmest now.