I was trapped by the domineering president of the paranoid

Qiao Yuliang tightly hugged his thigh, no matter what he said, he couldn't let him go.

"It's all a misunderstanding. Listen to me, okay, Song Song, listen to me."

"I don't want to hear it, Qiao Yuliang, let me go and let me calm down! Otherwise, I'll crash and die in front of you."

When Qiao Yuliang heard what he said, he loosened his hands and felt bitter in his heart. It turned out that Song Song hated him and would rather die than see him.

Qiao Yuliang wiped away his tears and let go;

"I see, I'm leaving now."

Without waiting for him to leave first, Peng Song opened the door and left the hotel with a knock.

His mood was very complicated. After so many years, he thought he had forgotten about Qiao Yuliang, but he never thought that he would meet again after so many years, still in the same bed.

Peng Song thought of Yan Jiayan, he must know about it.

Peng Song picked up his mobile phone and called Yan Jiayan.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Old Yan, tell me the truth, do you know that Qiao Yuliang is back?"

Yan Jiayan's writing hand froze for a moment, guessing that they probably didn't agree, and couldn't help but want to slap Qiao Yuliang to death. He had created such a good opportunity for him, but let him slip away.

"Yes."

——Peng Song sucked his nose——

"Then did you do what happened last night on purpose?"

Yan Jiayan nodded, remembering that he couldn't see;

"Yes."

"Old Yan, we have been friends for so many years, I never thought you would harm me!"

Yan Jiayan faintly heard his crying, and sighed;

"Peng Song, Da Qiao had a misunderstanding back then, can you sit down and have a good talk first?"

"Don't talk about it, I'm going to be sick to death when I see him!"

Peng Song hung up the phone angrily.

Yan Jiayan had no choice but to call Qiao Yuliang again. As soon as the phone was connected, there was a majestic cry, and Yan Jiayan hung up immediately.

Headache, now I am not human inside and out, how to fix it, the CEO is very troubled.

Afterwards, Yan Jiayan tried to get them to have a good chat, but Peng Song asked for leave without seeing anyone, and Qiao Yuliang cried when he saw him.

Yan Jiayan had no choice but to go to Peng Song's house. Peng Song's house was in a mess. Clothes, snacks, and comic books were thrown all over the floor. The curtains were not drawn, and the house was pitch black.

Yan Jiayan opened his room, and Peng Song was wrapped in the quilt, only his head was exposed.

Yan Jiayan lit a cigarette and spoke slowly;

"Today is your third day of absenteeism. If you don't go, you will lose this month's bonus, and this year's year-end bonus will also be gone. According to the company's practice, you will be deducted three days a day for absenteeism. Well, it probably doesn't count much, 10,000+ Bar."

Hearing this, Peng Song got up with a curse and stared fiercely at his long-time friend.

"You counted on me for such an incident, what's wrong with paying me 10,000+!"

Yan Jia said indifferently, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"The company's regulations have nothing to do with me."

"Anyway, he is also a president. He has no rights at all. You deserve to work part-time."

Yan Jiayan still had that expression of helplessness.

Peng Song got up cursing, brushed his teeth and took a shower, while Yan Jiayan sat in the living room smoking.

"Old Song, you still love Qiao Yuliang, right?"

"Love! Love him a big-headed ghost, I will chop him up!"

Peng Song stuck his head out of the toilet with a toothbrush in his mouth, and spoke grumpily.

"Don't love him, do you care so much about seeing him?"

"A dog bit you for many years, and bit you again after many years, don't you hate it?!"

Yan Jia was at a loss for words, he really couldn't quarrel with Peng Song in the quarrel, so he could only look for the sense of presence in Qiao Yuliang.

After that, Qiao Yuliang came to the company several times to see Peng Song, but he blocked the door, refused to answer the phone, and was unwilling to listen to him anyway.