I was trapped by the domineering president of the paranoid

Mr. Yan was saddened by spring and autumn, and the ringtone of the mobile phone in his pocket interrupted his train of thought.

——Yan Jiayan picked it up impatiently——

"Hello, who is it?"

"It's me, Xiao Ji!"

Yan Jiayan was taken aback for a moment, hearing that masculine and bright voice seemed to be a world away, and asked a question tentatively;

"Big Joe?"

"That's right, it's me. I went back to my country today, and I'm at the airport now. I'll go and play with you later."

——Yan Jiayan subconsciously glanced at the direction of the office——

"Didn't you tell Peng Song?"

The originally bright and sunny voice suddenly seemed to be raining, and it was endlessly obscure;

"I dare not tell him."

——Yan Jiayan quite agrees——

"That's right, I'm too embarrassed to say it on my body."

——The man called Da Qiao was all gray——

"I didn't, I really didn't do that, I didn't mean to."

"Heh, who knows if you did it on purpose? At the beginning, everyone was watching with so many eyes. You had a mouth to go abroad without explaining. Now you come back and explain who listens to you."

——Da Qiao hugged his head and cried in pain——

"Please don't tell! I'm still a baby!"

"Heh, 32-year-old baby."

Da Qiao cried even louder, so passers-by at the airport saw a strange man talking on the phone and suddenly threw himself on the ground and wept loudly. Some people even wondered if he was epileptic.

Passers-by went up and poked him on the shoulder twice, "Sir, sir, are you okay, do you want to call an ambulance for you?"

Da Qiao stood up, wiped away tears, "Thank you, but I'm not sick."

Passers-by looked at this man strangely, and suddenly cried for nothing.

"Xiao Duan, I'll go to the company to find you later, isn't Peng Song here?"

——Yan Jiayan glanced at the office again——

"No, you can come anyway, he broke his leg again last month while racing."

"What? Why is he still racing? How many times have I tried to persuade him but he didn't listen. How is he doing now?"

"It's okay, the person is still alive, except that his legs are still a little lame."

Da Qiao rejoiced, "It's good that he's still alive. I'll go to your company to take a peek at him later."

"Come on, if you are not afraid of death."

"Okay, I'm at the airport now, I'll take a taxi to your place later."

Da Qiao spoke briskly.

Yan Jiayan hung up the phone and looked in the direction of the office. Both of them were his brothers, and it was not good to help anyone, it was up to their own luck.

Da Qiao's original name is Qiao Yuliang. He, Peng Song and him also have a few friends. Because of family reasons, they grew up together, so the relationship is much better than outside.

Yan Jiayan never wanted to see his brothers having conflicts, but no matter how you think about that incident back then, it was Qiao Yuliang's fault.

Qiao Yuliang is 32 years old this year, but he still doesn't grow up like a giant baby.In addition, he is also a famous designer. Although he studied abroad, he also gained a good reputation overseas.

With such an achievement at such a young age, anyone should boast that he is young and promising, but if others see that he is a giant baby under his mature and handsome appearance, many people will probably be surprised.

Qiao Yuliang rushed to Yan Jiayan's company with his suitcase, and the lady at the front desk respectfully asked him who he was looking for.

——Qiao Yuliang just opened his mouth——

"I find……"

Suddenly, the front desk lady exclaimed, and Qiao Yuliang got into her workbench directly.

"Sir, outsiders are not allowed in our workplace, please go out."

Qiao Yuliang raised his finger, gestured to her to boo, and begged her pitifully with a pair of sentimental peach blossom eyes.

"I know, you let me in and hide first, and I'll go out later."