domestic violence man

In the conference room, Luo Ran was almost on pins and needles, the man across from him kept staring at him, like a hunter keeping an eye on his prey, ready to eat him at any time.

Yan Yang has really changed a lot. From his manner and speech, even the tone of his speech, he no longer has the childishness and sincerity he used to face him before. He began to become like him, fighting with each other in the business field, striving for the best for himself. Interests.

There is no such trust and familiarity in the eyes.

Throughout the meeting, Yan Yang asked Luo Ran tricky questions one after another, until Luo Ran was a little bit overwhelmed, and the financiers on the side began to smooth things over: "I heard that Luo Ran, Mr. Gu and Mr. Qu have known each other for a long time. We have cooperated many times on projects, and we don't need to make the atmosphere so tense..."

"Boss Yan, do you think so?"

Hearing this, Yan Yang showed a little smile, but that smile became extremely mocking in Luo Ran's eyes: "That's true, but, as a person, I always distinguish between public and private at work. , Presumably President Luo won't mind, right?"

Distinction between public and private... These four words made Luo Ran's face extremely pale. He squeezed the document paper in his hand and forced a smile: I appreciate your company Youyan Zong, who is such an excellent talent... It is absolutely correct to distinguish between public and private It's..."

Looking at Yan Yang's expressionless face, Luo Ran immediately understood that the other party wanted to draw a clear line with him.

The lover who was so familiar in the past, now sits at the negotiating table and fights cruelly for every bit of benefit... Looking at Yan Yang's slightly cold eyes, Luo Ran almost wants to find a place to hide , it doesn't matter if you're in a coma, or you cry a lot... I just don't want to see Yan Yang's strange expression.

It seems that what they once had was all his own fantasy.

The financiers on the side saw that the two were talking with guns and sticks, and the picture was not harmonious, so they immediately suggested: "Mr. Luo, Mr. Yan, you two should not be too serious...We are not only partners, but also good friends in private Well... President Luo, President Yan, are you right?"

Yan Yang only nodded slightly, as a response, but Luo Ran's face became even more ugly, and he forced a smile, "Yes, what everyone said is correct."

Several financiers saw that the atmosphere had eased a little, so they proposed to go to the hotel for dinner together. Luo Ran was not in the mood at first, but wanted to spend more time with Yan Yang out of selfishness, so he agreed to their kind invitation.

On the wine table, he poured himself cup after cup, looking as if he was going to drink himself to death, several financing bosses were a little frightened, even Yan Yang, who had been indifferent all this time, put down his chopsticks, said in a deep voice Said: "You are drunk, stop drinking."

Luo Ran's eyes were a little hazy, and when he saw Yan Yang blocking him, he smiled idiotically: "I don't bother to talk, I always care, I'm not drunk." Then, he picked up the wine glass again, ready to pour the rum in the glass The wine was drained in one gulp.

Yan Yang directly pressed his hand.

"Don't drink anymore." He frowned, his face already a little impatient.

Luo Ran was stunned, he had never seen such an expression on Yan Yang's face.

"Are you... impatient with me?" He smiled wryly and let go of his glass.

Yan Yang didn't speak, but the financier boss on the side had already seen the clues between the two, and quickly said to the partners beside him: "It seems that Mr. Luo and Mr. Yan are indeed old acquaintances...so...today's Meal, we're almost done eating...the projects are all discussed well, so don't drink Mr. Luo anymore..."

"That's right, that's right... Boss Luo is quite drunk, I think I should call a car, let the driver take you home, and have a good rest..."

Another boss also echoed.

"That's right, our meal is almost done, Mr. Yan, are you right?"

Yan Yang pursed the corners of his stern lips, and nodded slightly: "I'll take Mr. Luo back, everyone please go your own way." He pulled Luo Ran up, let the other party lean against his arms, and opened the door of the box .

"Let's go... let's go, let's send Yan Zong and Luo Zong..."

After being escorted into a taxi by everyone, Luo Ran regained consciousness a little bit. Looking at the street lights and the deep night, his thoughts suddenly drifted to the night not long after he first met Yan Yang. Holding his hand, avoiding the chasing of the little gangster.

At that time, he felt that the other party was full of justice and a little reckless.

However, he held his palm, and he would never forget the burning heat of his hand.

"Stop...I want to get off..." Luo Ran patted the back of the driver's seat weakly.

The taxi driver looked at Yan Yang blankly, as if he was asking whether to stop or continue driving.

Yan Yang ignored him, but looked at Luo Ran and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing parking, you should go home."

"Your daughter is waiting for you at home."

Such an unfamiliar tone, such raw words.

Luo Ran's heart suddenly ached. The wine he drank just now seemed to turn into a knife, gun and stick, pointing directly at his heart.

"I'm not feeling well, I want to get out of the car." Luo Ran's tone became a bit colder.

Yan Yang's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he felt that seeing him acting recklessly again seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Then he said to the driver: "Stop, I'll pay you."

The driver cursed in his heart that people nowadays are so sick in their minds that they will get out of the car as soon as they get in the car. Although he was annoyed in his heart, he still said the price, parked the car beside the alley, and let the two of them go down.

It was already late, and there were no people on the street, and there were even less people beside this dark alley, not even a cat.

Luo Ran stood under the street lamp, facing the evening wind with a reddish face.

"What are you making a fuss about? If you don't go back so late, what will your daughter do?" Yan Yang walked beside him, with a little impatience in his cold voice.

Luo Ran looked up at him, and asked with a half-smile: "Are you caring about Xiao Ai, or are you caring about me through Xiao Ai?"

Yan Yang remained silent.

Seeing this, Luo Ran looked away: "She's at grandma's house today."

He thought this was already a hint, but Yan Yang was unmoved, and only responded: "It's late, I don't have time to spend time with you."

"So you don't even want to look at me?" Luo Ran said, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, his lips trembling, as if he was asking Yan Yang, but also asking himself: "How did we become like this?" ..."

"How did it become like this...?" Yan Yang then turned to respond to him, with an irritable expression on his face, he pushed Luo Ran to the lamppost beside him, his actions were rough and brutal, and his tone was a little out of control: "I want to, too." I asked you why this happened?! When you let me go, why didn’t you ask why this happened?!”

With his face close at hand, tears welled up in Luo Ran's eyes.