Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The entrance to a street alley that no one pays attention to.

The thief wearing a black mask laughed evilly, touched the short knife on his waist, then shouted and rushed towards Fan He.

His eyes were full of revenge and pleasure.

If you kick me, I will stab your girlfriend, and neither of us will have an easy life!

The sharp knife light flashed by, and Tong Xiyuan had no time to stop it. He could only remind Fan He to dodge it.

"Senior!"

Fan He, who was walking slowly, frowned and tried to move aside when a cold light flashed. The thief saw that he couldn't get close to him, so he simply threw the short knife at Fan He and turned around to run away.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and Fan He felt a slight pain on the back of his hand.

He glanced at his hand that was bleeding, a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he kicked the thief in the abdomen.

This kick directly kicked the thief back to Tong Xiyuan's feet.

"It really hurts!" The thief lay on the ground holding his stomach and yelling, he glared at Tong Xiyuan weakly, then glared at Fan He, and spat: "You are indeed a pair, you use kicks to hit people."

“Stop talking nonsense!” The owner came back to his senses and stepped on him, pretending to be powerful. “I’ve called the police. You stole my phone and tried to kill people. You can go to jail now!”

After saying that, he found the rope he usually used to walk his dog and tied the thief's wrists in a few seconds.

Here, Tong Xiyuan's guilt was about to overflow.

"Senior, are you okay?"

He took out a tissue to stop the bleeding, but then he remembered that there was no disinfectant. Tong Xiyuan stood on the street and looked around. He saw a pharmacy across the street and quickly ran over to buy iodine and bandages.

"I'll take care of it for you." Tong Xiyuan said as he asked 999 to search for ways to treat the wound.

Unexpectedly, Fan He took one look at the thing in his hand and avoided it with disgust. He said coldly: "No need."

Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "No."

After saying that, he forcefully pulled over Fan He's injured hand and performed simple treatment with a stern face.

When he was done, he suddenly stopped, blushing and stammering, "Senior, I, I don't want to take advantage of you."

Fan He took a deep breath, put the hand with the bow tied behind his back, and said word by word: "I. Am. A. Male."

"..."

"........."

"…………"

The air seemed to be stagnant.

male?

Then what was Fan He thinking when he called her "senior" so many times before?

male?

So what did his seniors think when he took the initiative to ask to protect the girl?

male?

Then he...

!!!

No wonder the senior sisters and brothers laughed uncontrollably when we first set out!

Tong Xiyuan realized it later, covered his chest and took two breaths, then said to 999 with difficulty: [Ninth sister, I can’t breathe.]

999: [This is due to the influence of embarrassment, don’t be afraid. ]

Tong Xiyuan: He can’t help but be afraid.

Is there anyone like him who makes vines?

It's really a complete loss.

Seeing him standing there in a daze like a goose, Fan He felt unexpectedly much better.

Of course, he didn't expect Tong Xiyuan to say anything at this moment. Just then, the police arrived and several people got into the police car and went back to take statements.

As luck would have it, the two of them were sitting in a police car.

A police officer who was on duty took a look at Tong Xiyuan and said with a smile, "Girlfriend?"

Tong Xiyuan hadn't recovered from the shock yet, staring at him blankly, "...Ah?"

The policeman gave her a thumbs up and said, "Very pretty, you two are a good match."

He said this, but in his heart he was wondering that the girl was too tall now.

After half an hour.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when they came out of the police station.

Tong Xiyuan felt guilty for mistaking his gender, so he bought two street snacks to fill his stomach and handed them to Fan He, "Xue-Brother! Eat something."

The paper bowl is filled with cumin potatoes sprinkled with seasonings, which makes people's appetite just by smelling them.

Tong Xi's eyes were shining with greed, but Fan He just took a look and was about to throw it into the trash can.

"What are you doing?" Tong Xiyuan quickly stopped him and held both small potatoes in his arms, "Xue brother, you can't throw them away even if you don't want to eat them. It's a waste of food."

Fan He opened his lips lightly, his disdain evident in his words, "Dirty."

"Dirty?" Tong Xiyuan looked down at the small potatoes in the paper box. Each one was soft and delicious. How could they be dirty?

He pierced one and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up, and it tasted just as good as the takeout he had eaten these days.

Tong Xiyuan changed to a clean stick and stabbed another one, then brought it to Fan He's mouth and advised, "Try it, it's delicious. Besides, you bled today and you haven't had time to eat. What if you faint?"

Fan He stretched out his hand to brush away the bamboo sticks in front of him, but before he put his hand down, Tong Xiyuan grabbed his hand.

Tong Xiyuan was surprised and asked, "Why is it still bleeding?"

I saw that the wound on Fan He's hand that was cut by the blade was still bleeding, and it had soaked through the bandages that had been wrapped several times.

Tong Xiyuan pushed the potato into his mouth and said, "No, eat something quickly. We have to go to the hospital. I must have not bandaged it well."

With his mouth full of potatoes, Fan He was speechless for two seconds, chewed it for a while, and then raised his eyebrows slightly. It tasted quite good?

However, he squinted his eyes and took down the bamboo sticks and potato cubes together. How could he eat such low-quality roadside food?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the trash can again.

Tong Xiyuan had already waved for a taxi, and turned to call Fan He, "Let's go to the Municipal Hospital."

When the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove out two intersections, Tong Xiyuan realized something was wrong. He moved his nose but did not smell the aroma of small potatoes in the air.

He glanced sideways and saw Fan He's empty hands. "Senior, where's the food?"

Fan He said calmly, "I'm done eating."

"Ah?" Tong Xiyuan was shocked. This was not a lunch box, it was clearly a glutton. It ate faster than him.

***

8pm.

Municipal Hospital, fourth floor.

In the brightly lit corridor, seven or eight doctors and nurses surrounded an old man and walked forward hurriedly.

The person in front tactfully pressed the elevator button and waited for several seniors to go up.

With a "ding dong" sound, the elevator arrived at the first floor.

Several doctors and nurses smiled and said, "Director Tong, you have worked so hard today."

"Director Tong, when it comes to professionalism, we young people are still not as good as you."

"If Mr. 302's condition hadn't suddenly worsened, I wouldn't have stayed up so late today and missed Director Tong's meeting. It's such a coincidence."

Tong Baocheng, who was being praised by everyone, waved his hands, still in high spirits, "A blessing in disguise. Since the meeting didn't take place, it's just a good opportunity for Ming Zhiruoyi and the others to go on a date."

The others laughed, "That's right, they should hurry up, everyone is waiting to drink the wedding wine."

As we walked to the lobby on the first floor, one of them called out, "Xiao Yuan, why are you here at the hospital so late at night? Are you here to take your dad home?"