[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Holding a stack of documents, Qi Yan stood in a daze in a corridor with white and blue as the main tone.

In front of the corridor, you can see the resplendent hall. The Swarovski crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling nearly two meters high is dazzling, reflecting everything luxuriously and shiningly.

A loud voice suddenly came from behind, and a group of people swarmed past Qi Yan and ran towards the hall.The thick Persian rug absorbs sound very well, and even if the crowd is crowded and disturbed, it still seems very quiet.

Someone pushed Qi Yan on the shoulder, "What are you still doing in a daze, Mr. He will be here soon!"

Mr. He?

It was only then that Qi Yan noticed that this group of people were all well-dressed. The men wore suits and leather shoes, and the women wore exquisite makeup. They were all dressed in OL-style, well-tailored black, white, yellow, and blue dresses, and their slender high-heeled shoes were as light as dancing on the carpet. .

Everyone is as cautious and excited as any major event.

Someone vaguely said:

"Boss He is so handsome."

"Mr. He is amazing, even the Prime Minister invited him to have dinner with him!"

"Personality is simply stunning."

"The acquisition case last time was so troublesome. If Mr. He hadn't stepped in at the end, we would have been miserable."

hero……

Confucian merchants...

The Diamond King...

Domineering President...

Infected by the surrounding atmosphere, Qi Yan also had a real expectation for this mysterious "Mr. He", so he trotted all the way with the documents in his arms.

Hundreds of employees lined up neatly along the red carpet in the hall, waiting quietly.

The door opened slowly, and a tall man with his back against the light projected in. The sunlight outside the door outlined the outline of his body in a golden light, and he walked slowly into the hall like a god.

He was wearing a navy blue British three-piece haute couture suit, the tailored tailoring outlined an almost majestic handsomeness, his hair was combed meticulously, and his eyes were blocked by gold-rimmed glasses, making him appear somewhat mysterious.

Immediately, under the leadership of supervisors and managers, the employees bowed and said in unison: "Hello, Mr. He!"

The man nodded slightly: "Comrades have worked hard."

All the employees responded energetically and loudly: "Serve Mr. He!"

Qi Yan hid in the crowd, sweating profusely, resisting the urge to put his middle finger up.

The man seemed very satisfied, and walked the red carpet with long legs, just like the general entering the palace in the TV series Daoli. As he walked forward, first the executives followed, and then the small heads of various departments followed behind him.

When he walked in front of Qi Yan, a pen with a golden lion pattern on a black background fell silently on the ground.

Qi Yan didn't think about why the pen fell in front of him, but picked it up reflexively, held it in both hands and handed it to Mr. He, "Mr. He, your pen."

The man took the pen from him. His fingers are long and slender, with beautiful joints. If he is touched by such fingers...

Qi Yan felt that his thinking was wrong, and when he came back to his senses, he found that there was an extra stack of banknotes in front of him, and he continued to look up at the man in a daze.That's right, this man is a full head taller than him, and he can't see his face without looking up.

As soon as he raised his head, he met the man's indifferent eyes, as if a bucket of cold water mixed with ice cubes poured down his head, chilling Qi Yan physically and mentally. He murmured, "Mr. He..."

The man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and smiled sarcastically, "Isn't it just for money, is this enough?"

Qi Yan glared at him, "I don't want your stinky money!"

The man frowned, and stuffed the whole stack of thick banknotes into the pocket of Qi Yan's suit jacket (Qi Yan didn't realize that he was also wearing a suit until then), "Don't be too greedy."

The man just turned around and left, Qi Yan was dazzled by anger, and shouted to stop!Then he strode out, grabbed the stack of banknotes and threw them towards the man, and it rained banknotes all over the sky. Among the pink papers, the man was still full of dignity, looking down at him condescendingly.

Qi Yan raised his long-awaited middle finger to him without fear: "At this time, you should thank others properly! You think it's great to be rich!"

The man smiled again, a completely different smile than usual, neither gentle nor compassionate, but full of conquest and beast.

Qi Yan didn't understand how he knew what Mr. He's usual smile was like, but he was subconsciously frightened by this smile and wanted to run away.

The man moved faster than him. He grabbed his wrist and carried him to his shoulder. His voice was low and ambiguous, which made Qi Yan tremble like an ominous omen, "I'll let you know that money can buy you Everything, including...you!"

"You, you, you pervert! Let go of me! I'm a man!" Qi Yan roared as he struggled, and suddenly his world turned and he was thrown onto the bed.

The man leaned over to look at him with a smirk, while untiing his tie, "I will let you enjoy the happiness that only men can enjoy, Xiaoyan."

Qi Yan suddenly turned over and got out of bed the moment he kissed him, and touched the whip hanging on the wall beside the bed, snap!With a flick of the ground, he sneered, "Really? I heard that all of you rich people have perverted hobbies. Mr. He, do you want me to satisfy you?"

Instead of chasing after him, He Qianqiu leaned lazily on the head of the bed, squinted his eyes slightly to look at him, the collar of his shirt was half open, revealing a honey-coloured collarbone that was so sexy that he wanted to kill, "Oh? Then I... wait and see."

Qi Yan raised his whip resentfully...

Then, his waist was softened by a strong intrusion, and he let out a hoarse moan.

He opened his eyes bewilderedly, and found that his back was against someone's chest, being penetrated by him from behind.

He Qianqiu's scorching, deep, sexy voice was teasing next to his ear: "I'm actually dizzy, is it so comfortable?"

Just now... was it a dream?

Before Qi Yan could recover, he was hit by a violent collision and his thoughts were messed up. He could only hold on to the bed sheet and gasp: "I'm already fainted, you still plug it in, beast..."

He Qianqiu replied with a deep kiss, but his movements didn't hold back at all.

While being inserted, Qi Yan thought intermittently, how could he have such a strange dream?

The domineering president, Mary Su, is just like the romance novels of xx and xx!

Cough cough, although the follow-up development is a bit strange...

But in the dream, He Qianqiu's indifferent eyes and the ruthless words that "you can buy money even if you have money" to him still deeply hurt Qi Yan.

Tears welled up along with the sweat, Qi Yan pinched it hard in retaliation, in exchange for more cruel and merciless torture.

How on earth did they...become like this?

Things go back a week.

After he saw Xiao Lei leaving in that red sports car that day, he never went upstairs to see He Qianqiu again.

Both of them were busy with their own affairs, and He Qianqiu didn't notice any problem at first.

It wasn't until a week later that Luo Yiping was the one who couldn't help it first: "Xiaoyan... don't hold back what's going on in your heart, speak clearly..."

At the same time, Messiah 3.0: "Ding - a new mission is released now..."

Qi Yan slapped the table and roared, "It's so noisy!"

Luo Yiping trembled and dared not speak any more.

Messiah 3.0 also fell silent.

So He Qianqiu also received reports from Luo Yiping one after another: "Mr. He, go and see Xiaoyan..."

And Messiah 3.0's complaint: "The host yelled at me, he yelled at me, that stupid human yelled at me!"

Then He Qianqiu took Qi Yan back to the room. After the two failed to communicate, it developed into the current situation.

After making up for a week's worth, He Qianqiu went to take a shower refreshed, and Qi Yan buried his head on the bed, feeling like a piece of toilet paper that had been used, crumpled, and discarded at will, how pitiful it was Poor, as miserable as it could be.

So as soon as He Qianqiu returned to the room, he asked Qi Yan viciously: "He Qianqiu, who am I?!"

While wiping her hair, He Qianqiu bent down and kissed the little singer's ear, "You are the person I love the most in my past and present life."

hum-

Qi Yan suddenly became dizzy and drunk, and his whole body was limply hot.

Past life, present life, what you love most, it’s a foul to talk about love><!

Qi Yan shivered and moved into the bathroom to cool down, then shivered and moved out again, seeing He Qianqiu sitting on the edge of the bed with arms folded, with a frank and lenient expression of resisting rape again, "Say, what's going on?"

Qi Yan burst out again full of grievances, but the sore lower limbs and a certain part of the pain made him unable to take an imposing step, so he moved to the sofa and leaned back, whispering: "That car..."

He Qianqiu couldn't understand what he was saying at all: "Car?"

Qi Yan choked out another sentence: "Did you lend it to Xiao Lei?"

He Qianqiu pondered: "I have so many cars, which one do you think? Maybe the assistant lent it to him."

Qi Yan roared: "You bought that red sports car when you went to Switzerland last month! You even asked me if I wanted it, but I gave it to someone else! You can give it to whoever you want, why show it off to me first? Show off You have a lot of harem!"

He Qianqiu frowned: "That Dodge Challenger?"

Qi Yan became even more indignant, and stared at him with red eyes: "Look, you'll know as soon as I say it, you just pretended to be a fool with me, you playboy!"

He Qianqiu got up and walked to the sofa, stretched out two fingers to clamp Qi Yan's nose, the little singer yelled in pain: "Murderer! Scumbag! Let go of my nose!"

He Qianqiu let go, but then sat on the sofa.

Before Qi Yan could take a breath to comfort his injured nose, he was pulled by a strong force and threw himself onto He Qianqiu's lap.Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the bathrobe was lifted, his buttocks felt cold and painful, and accompanied by the sound of slapping, the side of his buttocks began to hurt.

Qi Yan was so angry that his ass, which hadn't healed for an unknown period of time, was tortured again. He yelled to let me go!Struggling desperately, but every time he was pressed back to his legs by his waist.

When He Qianqiu stopped, all Qi Yan could think about was his red, swollen, burning buttocks.

He Qianqiu wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and looked down from a height, "Have you reflected on yourself?"

Qi Yan was as angry as a thread: "Domestic violence is shameful... beasts..."

"Ok?"

"Raise a mistress...and hit me..."

"You idiot, the auto show is a concept car, how can it leave the factory so quickly. The one I ordered is still being refitted in the workshop, and I have to wait at least another 26 months."

Qi Yan was full of anger like a punctured balloon, and disappeared with a puff. He turned his head carefully and looked up at He Qianqiu, "26 months? Why is it so long..."

He Qianqiu frowned again: "This is common sense."

I don't understand the common sense of you rich people!I have to wait at most one month for Taobao reservations, and I can get a refund after a long time!

Although Qi Yan really wanted to yell back, he was so guilty that his butt seemed to hurt even more, so he moaned and rubbed against He Qianqiu's lap, "It hurts..."

He Qianqiu gently stroked his wound, but his tone was as strict as ever: "Should I hit him?"

Qi Yan bowed his head and said nothing, he knew he had misunderstood He Qianqiu, not only misunderstood, but also kept silent in his heart, self-assessed cold war for a week, very, very, very wrong.

But anyone who is beaten up like this will inevitably feel resentment!

Except for He Qianming... he was not included because he was used to being beaten by his brother.

Qi Yan was sinking his head and sulking, when he suddenly heard He Qianqiu's soft sigh from above his head, "Xiao Yan, why don't you trust me so much?"

There was a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

He Qianqiu is not Tang Yue, he is an upright man, even if...

"If I don't like you anymore, I will definitely tell you first, break up cleanly, and then go find a new love."

"...Just now you said I was the person you love the most, but now you say you want to break up, Mr. He can turn your face faster than turning a book..."

He Qianqiu was angry and funny, and slapped him on the buttocks, "Nonsense, who is used to it?"

"You're used to it." Qi Yanli turned over and sat up confidently, put his upper body weight into He Qianqiu's arms, put his arms around the man's neck and kissed his eyes, "Listen well, even if you don't like it, you are not allowed to break up!"

He Qianqiu frowned and looked at him: "You've made an inch, haven't you?"

Qi Yan laughed and hugged him tightly: "Who told you to love me to death."

"Are you ashamed to say that?"

"...I'm a little embarrassed."

"I didn't see it, Xiao Mian."

"Hey, Qianqiu, I love you, the whole world loves you the most."

"...Although the words are nice, they are ridiculously obscene."

"Leave me alone!"

So, it rained and the sky cleared.

He Qianqiu still sent someone to investigate Xiao Lei's car, and learned that it was sponsored by a young man named Li Ru. Although it was a domestic car, its appearance was subtly similar to that new sports car.

He asked Qi Yan, who was busy with the concert, if he had mentioned buying a car to Simon, and Qi Yan replied: "I sent him the photo to show off, and promised to take him for a drive."

It turned out to be the case.

Messiah 3.0 reminds at the right time: "You can't meddle in this matter."

He Qianqiu smiled: "I can only use such naive methods, I am too embarrassed to do anything to him, let Xiaoyan solve it by himself."

As for Qi Yan, before he started to solve it, he had already encountered a major event in his acting career.