Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Jiang Que hid in the bathroom and refused to come out.

Song Yuan, who had kissed Jiang Que, was sitting in the living room feeling uneasy. He paced back and forth with his lips pursed, his mind full of the embarrassment caused by the misunderstanding just now.

I don’t think Jiang Que will get angry and force him to pay back the money.

Song Yuan took out his cell phone and checked.

The 50 million transferred by Jiang Que, including several million transferred before, were all seized by some unknown creditor.

After a rough calculation, he still owed five small goals.

Now that all the major families are collectively suppressing him for fear of a comeback, Song Yuan can only take on some hard, tiring and low-paying low-level jobs. According to his current rate of making money, five small goals is a number that makes people want to die.

Before he figures out how to make money, the money in Jiang Que's pocket is enough to tide him over for a while.

For the sake of money, he could temporarily forgive his previous stupid behavior.

Song Yuan thought.

Jiang Que, who had hidden in the bathroom and played two games silently out of shame and anger, came out with his mobile phone and met Song Yuan's eyes when he turned around after hearing the door open.

Meeting Jiang Que's inquiring gaze, Song Yuan stared at Jiang Que's face for a while, then remembered the embarrassment just now, clenched his fist to cover his lips, coughed lightly, and turned his head to avoid this scrutiny.

I secretly complained in my heart, when did Jiang Que, this idiot, become so handsome.

He was clearly an ugly nouveau riche who looked down on everyone equally and even insulted a dog passing by.

Song Yuan suspected that it was the money in Jiang Que's pocket that changed his opinion of this man and thickened his filter.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

He was just blinded by money.

Song Yuan did not change his wet clothes, which were still hanging on him.

But because the weather was too hot, Jiang Que almost finished playing two games while he was strolling around.

Only the shoulders, which were covered with more water droplets, were not dry. The thin fabric was wet, and one could see the clothes sticking to Song Yuan's skin, revealing the pink color of his complexion.

Jiang Que saw him turning his head away to avoid his sight. His gaze stayed on him for a moment and then moved away. He walked to the sofa in the living room with his mobile phone and sat down. He gestured to Song Yuan who was standing beside him to come over.

Song Yuan didn't understand, but did as he was told.

I guess the new boss is going to assign tasks to me.

Because they had always quarreled with each other and were afraid that the new boss would see him and be angry and refuse to lend him money, Song Yuan sat at the other end of the sofa, away from Jiang Que.

Although he was so aware of the situation, the new boss just glanced at him indifferently, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Jiang Que opened the QR code on his phone and handed it over: "Add me."

It sounded like an order. Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, took out his phone, scanned him, and sent a friend request.

Soon, Jiang Que agreed, and the next second, sent him a document.

"Curse these people on the list ten times a day."

It seems that I added him as a friend just to make it easier to transfer files to him.

Song Yuan clicked on the list and saw forty or fifty names, most of which Song Yuan knew. They were either well-known rich second-generations or bosses he had worked with before. There were some that Song Yuan didn't remember, but he seemed to have heard of them somewhere.

Song Yuan's mouth twitched, and he asked Jiang Que: "Is this... a list of people to be shot?"

He speaks very accurately.

So many people, cursing him ten times a day, what did I do to make him so petty?

Meeting Song Yuan's gaze, Jiang Que smiled and said, "Are you unhappy with them? Do you have any opinions?"

Song Yuan was silent: "No."

He is also unhappy with some of the people here. It was originally a casual thing, but now there are suckers willing to spend money, so why wouldn't he take it?

but……

Weren’t these people good friends of this guy before?

Suddenly turned against him and stole his wife?

Song Yuan didn't understand what was going on with this group of rich second-generations.

With the phone screen on, he looked at Jiang Que, only concerned about one thing: "You just said you would lend me money to pay off your debts..."

Hearing this, Jiang Que looked down at his balance and asked, "How much do you owe?"

Song Yuan's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand: "Not much, five small goals, this shouldn't be difficult for Master Jiang."

Jiang Que glanced at his balance: "..."

Talking about money really hurts feelings.

Then he stood up and opened the door.

He kicked the man out along with his bag of dirty clothes and quickly locked the door, all in one go.

Any second late is disrespectful to the money in your pocket.

Jiang Que glanced at his balance.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

so close.

The money was almost gone.

I'm so fucking smart.

What wife.

This guy is just a money-eating beast.

Five hundred million.

Why don't you go and grab it.

I am just an ordinary second-generation rich man. Although I am rich, I am only a second-generation rich man.

With this little money, I can find any kind of wife I want.

very scary.

If you want to borrow money, just pretend I didn’t say anything.