I was trapped by the domineering president of the paranoid

Gu Ning leaned in his arms and shook his head honestly;

"I don't know, but it's hard to forgive Assistant Peng when he's like this. I can only let Brother Qiao take his time. After a long time, Assistant Peng will forgive him."

Yan Jiayan frowned, disapproving;

"Time offensive? I don't think so. Peng Song's temper is as stubborn as a donkey. Who knows how long it will take Da Qiao to get his forgiveness. This is too difficult."

"Then what else can you do? Think about it for yourself. Assistant Peng can only use time to erase the pain."

Yan Jiayan sneered, and pinched the tip of the upturned nose of the man in his arms;

"Little devil, it's quite artistic."

Gu Ning gave him a dissatisfied look, turned her head and buried her in his arms without looking at anyone.

Yan Jiayan was holding the comfortable little lover in his arms, and felt that the little thing Gu Ning looked more and more cute, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was, it was tailor-made for him.

He is a person with a lot of desires, and the only purpose of looking for a lover is to solve his needs. In the past, he would just roll on the bed when he met with her, how could he hug and talk small things like this now.

What's even more amazing is that because of Gu Ning, he hasn't touched anyone else for a long time. President Yan, who used to sing every night, has now quietly disappeared from the circle. Never saw anyone.

Yan Jiayan didn't worry so much, Gu Ning is a simple person, he is not consciously attracted, he just wants to stay with him.

Is it true that as Peng Song said, he has signs of falling in love?

Yan Jiayan doesn't think about these problems, he just wants to live in the present moment.

Yan Jiayan originally wanted to wait until Peng Song's anger dissipated before talking to him about Qiao Yuliang's problem. There is nothing that cannot be discussed without a good discussion.

Peng Song's temperament is like a thunderstorm, it comes and goes quickly, Yan Jiayan is pinching the time, it's exactly three days, and he is going to find Peng Song.

Peng Song couldn't find it, but he received a call from a stranger.

"Hello, hello? Excuse me, is this the president of the Yan Group?"

"Yes, are you?"

Yan Jiayan answered while holding the phone, feeling a sudden sense of uneasiness in his heart, and only listened to what the other party said;

"This is Mr. Yan. We are a certain firm. Mr. Qiao Yuliang is our employee. He has been absent from work for three days without reason. We saw that the emergency contact he filled in is you, so we want to call and ask Qiao Yuliang. Is there any problem, sir?"

The person in charge of the design office asked respectfully, but before the other party answered, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Yan Jiayan immediately ran downstairs to the company, picked up the car, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the Rolls Royce flew out like a shooting star, shuttling through the wide streets of the city.

Qiao Yuliang rented in a residential area, and Yan Jiayan went through more than a dozen red lights before arriving at his house.

He hammered the steering wheel anxiously, wishing to show up at his house immediately, and he kept paying attention to the time.

Qiao Yuliang lived on the fourteenth floor. Yan Jiayan pushed open the door, drew the curtains, and the room was pitch black. Yan Jiayan directly opened his bedroom door, and his eyes were stung by bright red.

"Qiao Yuliang, what are you doing! You're in your thirties and you still play like a primary school student. Are you stupid! You deserve to be dead and Peng Song won't forgive you for the rest of your life!"

Qiao Yuliang's wrist was still bleeding one after another. Yan Jiayan went back rationally, guessing that he must have just had a cut, and tore a large piece of bed sheet to tie his wound tightly, and then used it on the right upper arm near the main artery. The bed sheet was tied to temporarily stop the blood from flowing too fast.