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

Song Yuan was stunned after being kicked out.

I went to knock on Jiang Que's door: "Jiang Que, are you crazy? You don't even have the five small goals. Why are you pretending to be with me? If you don't want to lend it to me, then don't lend it to me. I won't return a single cent of the money you gave me before. Also, open the door and return my shoes to me! Did you leave my shoes at home because you want to wear them secretly?!"

Song Yuan himself was not a man of good temper. He had endured for so long for the sake of money, but in the end he was kicked out for no reason.

Wearing Jiang Que's disposable slippers, he stood at the door and banged on it.

Not long after, perhaps the people inside couldn't stand his cursing anymore, so they opened the door and kicked his dirty and dusty shoes out.

Seeing the man's disgusted look, Song Yuan gritted his teeth and kicked the door shut.

Mr. Jiang, you’d better not fall into my hands.

Jiang Que, whose foot was almost caught behind the door: "..."

He has a bad temper.

very scary.

Don't marry.

After this trip, Song Yuan got a lot of money but also earned a lot of money. He thought it was still okay.

At least it’s not a loss.

Unlike other rich second-generations, he was scolded for a long time and was humiliated by being given a dollar.

Although Jiang Que is an annoying guy, he is still stupid and rich.

Having taken leave, Song Yuan did not waste the rest of the time. He went back to his rented house, changed his clothes, and then stood under a street light waiting for work.

Someone told him that if he stood under a street light with advertisements posted on it, people would come to him to do the work. It wasn't tiring and he would earn a lot of money.

He had stood there before, and a rich woman came to him and gave him money to go to her house to help check the sewer.

He went and found that the sewer was not blocked.

Because he didn't want to return the money, when the rich woman went to take a shower, he cleaned her house and left. His main purpose was to provide cost-effectiveness, and even though the sewer was not unblocked, he still kindly gave her a cleaning service as a gift.

This is the photo Jiang Que showed him.

He makes money cleanly, and I don't know what's good about it.

The photo of Song Yuan standing under the overpass waiting for someone was somehow taken by someone and then sent to Jiang Que.

The person who took the photo said that Song Yuan stood there for a long time and many people asked for the price, but Song Yuan refused because he thought the money was too little.

Jiang Que's eyebrows twitched when he saw this photo.

It feels like everything I see is green.

I asked for a seat from the person taking the photo.

When driving over, Song Yuan had obviously negotiated a price with a middle-aged man, and they paid in cash. Both of them were very satisfied with each other and walked happily to the underground parking lot not far away.

Jiang Que called Song Yuan, who was following the middle-aged man, with a sullen face.

Jiang Que was sitting in the car, and saw Song Yuan just glanced at his name and hung up.

Jiang Que hit him again, and he died again.

Jiang Que stopped fighting.

Love to death.

Song Yuan, who had been hanging up Jiang Que's phone, sent a question mark to Jiang Que in a green bubble. The message he sent turned red and reminded him that he was not the other party's friend.

Song Yuan: “???”

Song Yuan looked back and found a particularly dazzling sports car parked on the side of the road, not far from him.

The car looks somewhat familiar.

The middle-aged man was still walking in front, and Song Yuan went back and knocked on the window of the sports car.

I saw someone in the driver's seat rolling down the car window with a sullen face.

Song Yuan smiled and shook his phone at the person inside: "Why did you block me?"

This guy is a rich second-generation after all, so just coax him first.

The man in the car glanced at the middle-aged man following behind him, his face looked unhappy, and reminded him: "Get in the car."

Song Yuan looked back at the middle-aged man and shook his head: "No, I have accepted the order and I need to make money."

"I'll place an order too, double the amount, hurry up and get on the bus."

There was a flash of triumph in Song Yuan's eyes, he lowered his eyes reluctantly to hide his emotions, said "Oh" lightly, turned around to return the money to the middle-aged man, and sat on Jiang Que's passenger seat.

The car drove out of the downtown area and returned to Jiang Que's home.

Not long after being kicked out, Song Yuan was pulled back.

As soon as he entered the door, the man who had been silent all the way restrained his hands and pressed him against the door. While Song Yuan was watching him and couldn't react, he gave him a passionate kiss. His breathing and movements were so powerful that it was irrefutable. He swallowed him up little by little, merged with him, and finally sank into him.

Song Yuan's lips were sore from being kissed, and someone finally reacted and let go of him.

After the two kissed, their eyes suddenly met. The man changed his dominant attitude when facing Song Yuan, and the evasion and shyness that flashed in his eyes was caught by Song Yuan.

The man wanted to escape, but Song Yuan grabbed his hand and thought for a while before asking him, "Do you... like me?"