When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

Five years later, Rongteng Technology has become a top listed company in the country, and Fengyangao has also become a popular business figure.

Feng Yangao is the rich and powerful son-in-law in the hearts of all women who want to marry. He is rich and powerful, and a gentleman is handsome. He is not inferior to foreign dukes and princes who have observed etiquette since childhood.Such a man has never had a dating partner that he has ever admitted, and has no scandals. How many women have tried their best to have a relationship with Feng Yangao.

But for some reason, Feng Yangao just doesn't take that kind of thing, he is the same every day, except for business gatherings where he needs to bring a female companion, there are no women around him at all.

On this day, Fengyang Ao still got off work as usual, condolences to the employees who need to work overtime, and after saying goodbye to the employees warmly, drove on the straight road.This is the way home, very familiar, very familiar, the scenery is very monotonous.Suddenly, the red light in front of him turned on, but his car turned slightly, instead of going home, it changed the direction and drifted away.

The car stopped in front of a high-end dessert shop. Feng Yang got off handsomely and walked into the dessert shop. After 10 minutes, he came out with a box of cakes, got in the car, and went home.

The destination is an ordinary two-story villa, which is one of the coastal villas in a high-end residential area, and this is Feng Yangao's home.

From the moment he entered the door, Feng Yangao's aura changed.His nerves were no longer tense, and his constant defense was also removed. He changed his shoes, and a warm smile filled the corner of his mouth, which softened his sharp features.

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

The scene inside has not changed much from when he left in the morning, the food left there in the morning is still there, and the food brought in by the assistant at noon has not been touched.There was a person sitting silently beside the bed, feeling Feng Yangao's arrival, he didn't move at all.

"Why don't you eat?" Feng Yang's proud voice was sullen, but he didn't attack it.

"How long are you going to keep me here?" The other party didn't answer him, but asked another question.

Feng Yangao paused when he approached, and said with a slight smile: "Wait until I get your new identity ready..."

"It's been five years, and it's still not finished, huh."

The other party's mocking tone made Feng Yangao's face swell, and finally, his unwilling anger broke out.

"Why don't you want to stay here? Am I treating you badly? Or do you need something?" He placed the cake he bought with great joy on the table, "'Qi Yan' is dead!"

The voice fell, and the surroundings fell into silence, which was extremely terrifying.

The figure finally trembled, then slowly stood up from the bed, turned around with a figure about the same height as Feng Yangao, and looked at Feng Yangao with eyes filled with gray mist.

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

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

"You killed 'Qi Yan' and asked me to be a walking corpse without a soul, obediently by your side?"

"You, why do you want me to accompany you?"

One sentence, one sentence, like a sharp sword, pierced Feng Yangao's heart.

In the past five years, except for the beginning, Feng Yangao never gave Qi Yan a formal explanation, even the phrase "I love you" was said hastily.

Qi Yan felt that Feng Yangao didn't love him.

The desire to monopolize overwhelms all secular morality, Feng Yangao doesn't know when to start planning all this.

Five years, how Qi Yan will live, Feng Yangao will live.

Feng Yangao remained silent, some three words seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and they were stuck in his throat, making him speechless.

At this moment, he was also confused.

Every time we met, we broke up unhappy, and every time we talked, Feng Yang had nothing to say.

In the darkness, Qi Yan sat there, looking at the cake from the corner of his eye, feeling infinitely bitter in his heart.

Today is Qi Yan's birthday.

After that day, Feng Yangao didn't come back for three days.

Every time he asks his assistant to deliver meals to Qi Yan, every meal at a fixed time, and he has never been late.

In fact, Qi Yan ate only a few mouthfuls, which was not comparable to a man's normal appetite.The assistant looked at Qi Yan's thinning face several times, hesitantly wanted to say something, and finally left with a sigh under Qi Yan's indifferent expression.

A few days later, one night, Feng Yangao was helped back by someone, reeking of alcohol and unconscious.

Before the assistant left, he told Qi Yan that no matter how angry he was, please take good care of him for one night.

Qi Yan looked coldly at Feng Yangao who was lying on his bed and yelled 'Qi Yan' in a daze.

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

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

Just as he was about to retreat, his hand was suddenly grasped vigorously. Qi Yan struggled, but did not break free.

"Don't go..."

Feng Yangao's voice was faintly pleading.

"I was wrong……"

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

His words seemed to be on his lips, and he couldn't hear them clearly unless he listened carefully.

But Qi Yan still heard clearly.

He pursed his lips, and with a sneer in his tone, he sneered and said lightly, "Let me go."

There was silence in the room, a deathly silence.

Qi Yan lowered his head and found that Feng Yangao seemed to be asleep, and his even and long breath was gently spraying on Qi Yan's hand.

"really……"

Laughing at himself, Qi Yan broke free from the hand held by Feng Yangao, walked to the table, and put down the water glass.

Every time he moves, the sound of iron chains will sound.

For 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.

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

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

Accompanied by a sigh, a silent and desolate syllable suddenly sounded.

"it is good."

When Qi Yan woke up the next day, Feng Yangao had long since disappeared.

Then it was more than a month, and Qi Yan never saw Feng Yangao again.

This time...he should really give up, right?What about him?Do you have to be imprisoned here for the rest of your life?

Either way, it's a sad end.

When Qi Yan thought he would be trapped in this room for the rest of his life and despaired, that day, the assistant came.

She unchained Qi Yan's feet and gave him a document. Qi Yan opened it. Inside was his ID card and household registration book. The detailed information on it was the same as that of him five years ago.

He raised his head in surprise, but saw the assistant's sister smiling helplessly.

"The president has prepared it long ago, but he has not given it to you."

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

"It was announced that you were persecuted by the president's cousin, so you faked your death to protect your relatives and friends around you. The police have already approved it, and you have returned to your original life, Qi Yan."

"I'm sorry, five years, thank you for your hard work."

"But the president really..."

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

"Leave completely..."

……

Standing outside, feeling the fresh air, reaching out his hand to touch the sunshine, only to find that the sunlight outside the window that he once sat on the floor longing for was so dazzling.

I don't feel happy at all...

But life has to go on, Qi Yan touched the famous brand clothes on his body, thought for a while, and got on the bus to Wen Ruo's house.

He was most worried about Wen Xin's body.That woman, with the initial sincere love, gave him the only warmth in childhood.

No one can replace it.

Arriving at the family building, Qi Yan hesitated in front of the door, not knowing whether he should knock or not, and put down his raised hand many times, then raised it again.Just when he was hesitating, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a woman was leading the child and was about to go out.

When she saw him, the woman froze.

Qi Yan looked at that woman carefully, even if time changed, no matter whether it was the former Qi Yan or the current Qi Yan, he would never forget this person.

——Wen Ruo.

"... Brother Xiaoyan?"

The woman's trembling voice was full of disbelief.

Qi Yan looked at her indifferently, and finally nodded.

"...is it really Brother Xiaoyan?!" Wen Ruo suddenly raised her voice, she let go of the child she was holding, and rushed up to hug Qi Yan, "Brother Xiaoyan... I knew you would be fine! I knew that ...My mother... my mother... still misses you when she is dying..."

The woman wept bitterly, and what she said made Qi Yan choke.

"Auntie... is dead?"

"My mother's health is getting worse day by day, and she always tells me about you... But there is nothing to do, your boss also helped us, and invited the best doctor, but... it just didn't come back..."

Wen Ruo's crying made Qi Yan's eyes turn red and the tip of his nose sour.He endured it, patted Wen Ruo's shoulder lightly, and then pushed her away from his embrace with gentle strength.

"Are... are you okay?" Qi Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and the tears he held back made his throat ache.

"Yeah." Wen Ruo nodded, "I'm married to Ning Jin... and I'm doing well. Today is my birthday... I'll bring the child back to have a look..." At this point, she couldn't hold back her tears .

Seeing her appearance, Qi Yan couldn't help but change the topic.He turned his head and looked at the little boy who was looking at him outside. The streamer in his big eyes was exactly the same as Ning Jin's.Qi Yan knelt down and waved to the little boy, "Come."

The little boy looked at him, walked over, and said loudly, "I recognize you! You are in my photo album!"

Qi Yan's depressed mood seemed to shine into a ray of light, he chuckled and said, "Why is it in the photo album?"

"You took a photo with your mother, you took a photo with your father...you took a photo with your grandma..." After the little boy finished speaking, he walked over and held Wen Ruo's hand, "Mom, grandma said he was my uncle..."

Wen Ruo wiped away tears and said with a smile: "Yes, he is mother's elder brother, that is, your uncle. Our Xiaohao is really smart, didn't he learn it in kindergarten?"

"Yes!"

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

During the period, Qi Yan hastily explained to Wen Ruo about his "fake death". Wen Ruo nodded, accepting it, and wanted to take Qi Yan home to surprise Ning Jin.

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

Not far from the intersection that must be passed, there is a familiar extended Lincoln car parked.

Qi Yan was puzzled, thought for a while, declined Wen Ruo's invitation, and gave her a new phone number under her repeated request.

Watching Wen Ruo leave with the child, Qi Yan pursed his lips, turned and walked towards the Lincoln car.

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

Seeing Qi Yan approaching, the man curled his lips into a perfect arc.

"Mr. Qi Yan."

Hearing the sound, Qi Yan was startled and stopped.

As the man stepped forward, the shadow cast by the dusk disappeared, revealing the face that Qi Yan was so familiar with.

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

"Excuse me, can I chase you?"

Come again, pursue again.

Five years, what I owe you, let me use my whole life to pay it back.

I want to respect your choice, so...

Excuse me, can I chase you?

The setting sun was gradually setting, and the orange-yellow dusk had turned red.

Standing face to face, the man's outstretched hand did not waver at all, just like that, waiting for the other hand.

The night wind seemed to start to make noise, and a gust of cold wind passed by, making Qi Yan shrink back.

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

In terms of desolation, the evening wind is even worse.

"can."

On people's hearts...

Fengyang's proud heart is the warmest at this time.