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

The man turned his head away and refused stubbornly: "Who would like you? You are broke and your brain is broken?"

He said he didn't like it, but the red tips of his ears proved he was lying.

Song Yuan seemed to have discovered some secret.

No wonder this guy always bullies me. I thought it was pure hatred before, but now it seems to be pure love.

After simply kissing to vent his emotions, Jiang Que transferred another sum of money to Song Yuan: "Pay off your debt first, and I'll give you the rest in batches."

Song Yuan's cell phone rang, and Jiang Que's transfer arrived.

Holding the money, Song Yuan didn't understand: "Why?"

This is no small amount of money.

If he runs away with the money without leaving any IOU or anything, he will be worse off than the bankrupt him.

"because I……"

Jiang Que moved his lips, with the mission on his lips, and he wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

His face was not very good, and he said to Song Yuan coldly: "Don't mind your own business."

Finished talking and left.

In the evening, Song Yuan had a takeaway at Jiang Que's house.

It was too late for Song Yuan to take the bus. Before he could say that he was going home, someone took out another set of pajamas that he had not changed into today and gave it to him, and told him to sleep in the guest room next door.

Song Yuan was lying on the big bed in the guest room of Jiang Que's house, covered with a quilt, unable to sleep.

My mind is full of what happened today.

It was too fast and I couldn't digest it.

Then he touched his lips, recalling the feeling of that deep kiss.

Song Yuan turned over and buried his face in the quilt.

He feels...

Pretty cool.

Song Yuan had a dream and slept until dawn.

When I woke up the next morning, I found something was wrong with me.

Fortunately, Jiang Que had gone somewhere early in the morning and was not at home, so Song Yuan quickly got up, packed up and ran away.

Before leaving, he wanted to send a message to Jiang Que, saying that he had washed the sheets and pajamas to take care of his mysophobia. However, the message he sent was red, and then he remembered that this guy had blocked and deleted him.

Just like a psychopath.

Song Yuan sent a text message to Jiang Que: Add me.

But there was no response for a long time.

Several days passed and the other party did not reply to his message.

The next time he appeared was downstairs of Song Yuan’s rental house.

In the shabby, age-old alley, a tall and elegant man stood in it, seemingly out of place with this place.

Song Yuan put on his clothes and hurried downstairs to go to work at the construction site. He happened to run into a man standing at the intersection who was about to call him.

Before Song Yuan could say anything, the man saw him coming down, turned off the phone he was about to use to make a call, put it back in his pocket, and took out a bank card and gave it to him.

With a sour face: "The money is here, the password is six zeros."

Song Yuan had never seen a rich second generation who could achieve five small goals in just a few days.

Song Yuan had never seen anyone lend someone out to achieve five small goals without any excessive demands.

Song Yuan lowered his eyes, looked at the card Jiang Que handed him, and reached out to take it.

"Thank you."

The man didn't say anything, but just quietly looked at his living environment, and then his eyes fell on him, still wearing the dirty clothes that day, frowned: "Are you planning to rob in this clothes? If the police come, you will throw two pounds of mud at them.

Song Yuan: “…”

Can you speak?

For the sake of the money, he endured it and smiled: "Would you like to go up and sit for a while?"

Between the two hundred yuan from the construction site and Jiang Que's small goal, Song Yuan made another choice.

The construction site was a complete failure.

Invite Jiang Que to his own shabby little house.

Because they were poor and had just moved in, the house was just a small single room. Apart from a bed, a clothes rack and some miscellaneous items, there was no extra furniture in the room.

Song Yuan's invitation to come up and sit was just a polite remark, but he actually came up.

Because there was no place to sit, Song Yuan asked him to sit on his bed.

Sitting on the bed was such an ambiguous thing that the man who just came in raised his eyebrows.

But Song Yuan didn't think much about it.

There were no extra water cups at home. After Jiang Que sat down, Song Yuan washed his cup again and again, and poured water for Jiang Que after making sure it was clean.

Jiang Que took a look at the hot water that had just been boiled in the morning and didn’t take it.

Song Yuan thought he was disgusted and put it aside.

"I will earn your money back as soon as possible."

The man sitting on his bed just hummed softly: "No hurry, just put the curse into practice."

Song Yuan: “…”

So how did those people offend you?

Let you chase and kill.