Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Brother Tong and he were in a stalemate for a while, but he finally succumbed to his brother's watery eyes that were full of sincerity and concern.

"Ah..." He sighed, pretending to be relaxed, "It's nothing, I just lost a bill."

It was nothing more than having to pay a large sum of money to someone, and having several technicians kidnapped.

Brother Tong borrowed money from many friends and sold many valuables. At this time, he had solved most of the problems. However, the loss of the technicians was a big blow to him, so he was depressed for a long time.

Now, he has regrouped and is starting over again. He is not afraid.

As for setting up a stall to sell snacks, it was just a transitional way for him to get back on his feet.

As soon as Tong Xiyuan heard about the compensation, he knew he would have to pay a lot of money. No wonder the red envelope given to him last time was reduced from five thousand to one thousand.

He took out his cell phone, kept a few hundred yuan for living expenses and rent, and transferred the rest to Brother Tong.

"Brother, take this money and use it."

Brother Tong frowned, "How much money can a kid like you have? I don't want it."

Tong Xiyuan calculated, "About 200,000 or 300,000 yuan."

"How much?!" Brother Tong was shocked. Two or three hundred thousand, his brother was so rich? Why didn't he, as the older brother, know about it?

Tong Xiyuan looked at him strangely, "These were all given to me by you before."

He would transfer five or eight thousand yuan at any time, but he couldn't spend it, so he had to save it.

Brother Tong looked dazed, "I gave it to you?"

Was he so rich before?

No, why did Xiao Yuan save the money and not spend it? Is he afraid that he won't be able to afford it in the future?

As expected, I still can’t pay the money. If I pay the money, my brother won’t be able to live a good life.

Brother Tong thought as he accepted the transfer from Tong Xiyuan and closed the stall. "Okay, I'll contact my old friend to discuss business and cooperation. Xiaoyuan, just wait. I will never let you suffer."

Tong Xiyuan couldn't keep up with his train of thought and could only smile and nod. He was just thinking about whether he could give him the unused ice cream stand, when he saw Brother Tong suddenly leaning over as if he had remembered something.

"Xiao Yuan." He whispered.

Tong Xiyuan stood at attention and asked quietly, "What, what happened?"

Brother Tong glanced at Fan He and asked, "Who is he?"

Tong Xiyuan: "It's the senior student I told you about last time. He's a very nice guy."

"Hmm?" Brother Tong raised his eyebrows, "Remember, I am your only brother."

Tong Xiyuan nodded hurriedly, "I remember it, I remember it."

Brother Tong was satisfied and handed the handle of the ice cream cart to Tong Xiyuan. "Here you go. Eat sparingly."

Then he put his hands behind his back, walked up to Fanhe, and looked at him with his chin raised.

This boy, before he saw her face at first he thought it was a girl, and he almost started to be happy that Xiao Yuan had found a girlfriend.

Later, he was talking to his younger brother, and this man kept glancing at his Xiao Yuan with an unfathomable look. Could he not be a good person?

Xiao Yuan is a simple person after all, what if I get cheated by him...

"elder brother."

Fan He took the initiative to break Brother Tong's silence. He stepped forward and put his arm around Tong Xiyuan's shoulders. Before Brother Tong realized something was wrong, he said, "Yuanyuan and I are best friends. His brother is my brother. Here are hundreds of thousands of dollars. Take them first."

As he spoke, he handed out a card.

Brother Tong was stunned. He took the card blankly and said, "Well, that's fine. Thank you. Uh...Xiao Fan?"

It seems that this guy is just cold on the outside, but he is actually a very nice person. When they first met, he took the initiative to help Xiao Yuan because he was Xiao Yuan's brother.

It is his villain's heart that measures the heart of a gentleman.

Fan He curled his lips and smiled, "You're welcome."

He just didn't want there to be too many obstacles between him and his junior.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, Brother Tong offered to treat the two to a meal. After the meal, he went back to work with the heavy expectations of his biological brother and foster brother, while Tong Xiyuan and Fan He played outside for the whole afternoon before returning home.

It was already seven o'clock in the afternoon.

The two came out of the elevator. Tong Xiyuan was about to take out the key to open the door when he suddenly heard someone coughing at his door.

In an instant, the voice-controlled lights in the corridor came on.

“Ahem!” Lin Jianhua stood up with the help of his numb legs and cursed, “You little bastard, why did you come home just now? Your uncle is dying of waiting.”

Fan He's face changed, and he was extremely helpless. "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Lin Jianhua pushed the things in his hand forward and said, "I'm not coming? If I don't come, who will buy a cake for you, a poor kid?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Tong Xiyuan and the eight-inch cake in Tong Xiyuan's hand.

Tong Xiyuan still remembered him, "Uncle, long time no see, the sausage you gave me last time was delicious."

Lin Jianhua's sausages were filled with too much fat, which Fan He disliked, so more than half of them went into Tong Xiyuan's stomach.

"It's you," Lin Jianhua also recognized him, "Our tea boy's friend."

Tong Xiyuan nodded, took out the key to open the door, and politely invited him, "Uncle, come in and sit down."

As Lin Jianhua walked in, he bumped his shoulder against Fan He, who was standing there in a daze, and said jokingly, "Okay, you can make friends now. We live together now."

Fan He raised his hand and pinched his brow, and asked him, "When will you go back?"

"Chacha's friend," Lin Jianhua turned a deaf ear and walked into the house and asked Tong Xiyuan, "Uncle, can you stay here for a few more days?"

Tong Xiyuan: "Of course, you are my uncle."

Lin Jianhua was happy. He put the cake he brought on the table and opened it. He clumsily folded the crown and was about to put it on Fan He's head. "Come on, let's celebrate Cha Cha's birthday together."

Fan He quickly stepped back and dodged it, saying coldly, "I won't wear it."

"If you don't wear it, I will." Lin Jianhua put the crown upside down on his head and started to put candles on it. As he did so, he said, "You little brat, you ran away before I even opened the birthday cake for you. Today you are behaving well. Do you feel sorry for your uncle who came all the way here?"

Fan He was already used to his thick skin, and patiently replied: "It's only two hours' drive from the next district to here."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a chair and asked Tong Xiyuan to sit next to him. He personally opened the cake that Tong Xiyuan bought and handed over the birthday crown, "Yuanyuan, let me wear it."

Tong Xiyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Okay."

Lin Jianhua said, "You little bastard, you're just making your uncle angry."

The three of them placed two cakes, and at Tong Xiyuan's urging, Fan He made a wish and blew out the candles in a proper manner.

After eating a few bites, Tong Xiyuan stood up and said, "I'll go make some food. Xue Ge doesn't like cake."

"No need," Lin Jianhua pushed him back to the chair, "Uncle, come here, let me tell you, uncle's cooking skills are very good. Think about it, in the past, when did the bureau's celebration banquet not come to my house for dinner?"

Tong Xiyuan asked curiously: "The bureau? What did uncle do when he was young?"

Lin Jianhua raised his hand and showed him a long scar on his palm. "Justice policeman."