Quick Wear: Why did the male protagonist fall in love with the vicious villain again?

Bai Chao walked out of the cemetery and leaned against the car door.

His cell phone rang at that moment. He looked at the scenery in the distance and casually put the phone to his ear.

After a while, Bai Chao said calmly: "Yes, you go over now."

The phone hangs up.

He took off his black suit jacket, opened the car door and got in.

Soon, the car left the quiet cemetery.

A row of people in black stood downstairs of an old apartment building. Neighbors nearby didn't dare to pass by here. Those who had no choice just ran past with their heads down.

At this time, a car was parked sideways in front of the entrance of the apartment building.

One of the men in black immediately stepped forward and respectfully opened the car door.

"Mr. Zhou."

Bai Chao hummed lazily and got out of the car.

"Where are the people?"

The man in black bowed his head and said, "I have tied him up as you ordered."

"Well, lead the way."

"Yes."

Bai Chao walked slowly up to the third floor and followed the man in black in front of him to a house.

The door here is open, and there is a tattered upside-down blessing on it.

But Bai Chao looked inside with disdain and did not enter.

The man in black behind him immediately brought over a chair.

Bai Chao sat down leisurely, crossed his legs and said, "Fu Guiyan, how about this return gift for you?"

The man on the ground was tied up tightly, with his arms tied tightly behind his back with ropes, his hands clenched into fists with veins bulging, and his muscles tensed from struggling so hard. He was like an enraged beast, staring at him intently.

Bai Chao chuckled: "You bastard, do you think we can't catch you if you cover your face?"

001 was stunned. What was going on? Why was the host fighting with the Lord God again...

Bai Chao glanced at his men and said, "Smash it!"

"Yes!"

A group of men in black behind him rushed forward, rushed into the small room, and smashed everything inside to pieces in front of the owner of the house.

Bai Chao half-knelt down, pinched Fu Guiyan's chin, and turned him to the side forcefully so that he could appreciate his masterpiece.

"Take a closer look. Are you satisfied?"

Fu Guiyan's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with anger as if spewing flames. He turned his head away, shook off Bai Chao's hand, gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from him.

Bai Chao waved his hand and the man in black next to him handed him a handkerchief.

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief and sat back in his chair in boredom: "Beat him, just leave him with a breath."

"Yes."

A group of people punched and kicked the man who was unable to struggle on the ground. Fu Guiyan's body was soon covered with scars and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he did not make a sound. His eyes were still staring at him, as if he wanted to engrave his face in his mind forever.

"Host...how about..."

001 I feel like the Lord God was beaten to death...

"Ok?"

Bai Chao's voice was very cold, and 001 didn't dare to speak. It was afraid that the host would go on strike again if they disagreed with it.

Bai Chao admired it for a while and waved his hand.

The men in black immediately stopped their attack and returned behind him.

At this time, Fu Guiyan was already dying.

At this moment, a nervous shout suddenly came from downstairs: "Gui Yan, Gui Yan! Something happened to your dad! Go quickly!"

Fu Guiyan's whole body trembled, as if there was a force supporting him to survive, and he began to struggle hard again.

Bai Chao supported his chin with one hand, his face full of interest: "Your father is in trouble? Why, do you want to go over?"

Fu Guiyan's eyes were bloodshot, his expression was filled with resentment, and a roar came from his throat.

Bai Chao laughed out loud: "Let him go."

The man in black was puzzled for a moment: "Mr. Zhou, what if he..."

This man is like a wolf cub, his eyes are too poisonous, what if he lets go and hurts the young master...

Bai Chao gave him a cold look and said, "Let him go. Do you understand?"

"Yes……"

Two people came up and untied Fu Guiyan.

As soon as Fu Guiyan was free, he struggled to stand up and walked towards the door.

But Bai Chao was sitting at the door, and the two men in black immediately blocked Bai Chao's way.

Bai Chao pushed the two people away: "Don't block my view."

He looked at Fu Guiyan with a smile: "I saw you two picking up money upstairs last time. Show me how to do it again and I'll let you go."

"..."

Fu Guiyan said nothing, his cheeks were covered with scars, bruises and purples.

Bai Chao groaned: "He's too tall."

The man in black immediately understood, grabbed Fu Guiyan's shoulders, pushed him down, and forced him to lower his head.

Bai Chao took out a thousand yuan in cash, blew on it, and folded the money into a fan shape.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth and slapped the money on his face: "This is one thousand yuan. Your family even picked up five hundred yuan, so can't you pick up this thousand yuan with your mouth?"

Bai Chao seemed to loosen his hand unintentionally, and red cash immediately fell out.

One of them floated onto his shoe.

His tone was full of malice: "Pick it up until I am satisfied."

The man in black let go of Fu Guiyan.

Fu Guiyan lowered his head, breathing rapidly and heavily, his chest rising and falling violently with every inhalation, and his finger joints made a "creaking" sound due to excessive force, as if he was ready to swing at Bai Chao in front of him at any time.

But in the end, he slowly bent his spine and half-knelt on the ground.

His body was tense, his lips trembled slightly, he moved closer to Bai Chao's shoes and put the banknote in his mouth.

Bai Chao laughed and clapped his hands: "Good, keep going."

Fu Guiyan suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp as a knife piercing at Bai Chao, flashing with uncontrollable anger and hatred.

Bai Chao's heart suddenly skipped a beat. These eyes...

He calmed down and looked at him teasingly again: "You..."

Just then, his phone suddenly rang anxiously.

Bai Chao paused, glanced at his phone impatiently, and answered the call: "Hello!"

But after a while, Bai Chao's expression changed.

"……what?"

"I do not want……"

"..."

Bai Chao hung up the phone with a gloomy face.

He looked coldly at the man kneeling on the ground: "I'll let you go for now, let's go."

"Yes."

"..."

Fu Guiyan stared blankly at the door which was soon empty. The lonely stool at the door told him that everything he had just experienced was not an illusion.

He suddenly came to his senses, struggled to get up and rushed downstairs.

Bai Chao sat in the car, looking indifferently at the stumbling figure running in front of him.

The driver asked carefully: "Master Zhou, where are we going?"

"go home."

Bai Chao closed his eyes.

"Yes."

The male protagonist's profile shows that -

Fu Guiyan lost his mother when he was an infant and his father at a very young age.

However, his mother's family was prominent and had a strong background. She was expelled from home just because of love. Her mother's family ignored her family. Finally, when the family learned the news, they took Fu Guiyan back home.

Fu Guiyan quickly demonstrated his amazing business talent and economic acumen, defeated a number of candidates, inherited huge wealth at a young age, and created an amazing business empire.

……

Fu Guiyan pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, his face suddenly lost all color, he knelt on the ground in a daze, and trembled all over.

"dad--!"

Fu Hua, Fu Guiyan's biological father, was unable to get back the project payment and had been in arrears with foreign debts for many years. He could not bear the huge financial pressure and committed suicide by jumping off a building and died on the spot.

Zhou family.

Snapped!

As Bai Chao entered the room, he was suddenly slapped in the face, knocking his face to the side.

His eyes suddenly widened, and a hint of disbelief and astonishment flashed in his pupils, as if he was completely unprepared for his father's behavior.

"……dad?"

After a brief and sharp pain, the slap mark on his face became red and swollen, and his entire right face was burning.

Zhou's mother screamed: "Old Zhou, what are you doing! He just came back a little late!"

Father Zhou said sternly, "It's too late? If you continue to pamper him, you two will stay here together!"

"..."

Zhou's mother turned off the engine and looked at Bai Chao worriedly.

Bai Chao covered his right face with his hands, looking confused and as if he was at a loss.

At this time, the Zhou family was in chaos, and all the servants in the house were hurriedly moving things out of the villa.

Zhou's mother looked to the side, walked over anxiously and pointed at them: "Slow down! My perfume costs tens of thousands of dollars a bottle, don't break it."

Father Zhou looked displeased and glared at Bai Chao angrily: "Hurry up and go over and help!"

Bai Chao then moved his stiff steps and walked in.

The villa was already more than half empty. Bai Chao walked up to Zhou's mother, with a hint of confusion and puzzlement on his face.

"Mom...why did you move so suddenly?"

Zhou's mother's expression changed. She secretly glanced in Zhou's father's direction, pulled her son, and lowered her voice.

"There was a contractor who jumped off a building in your father's company. It was really unlucky. It would have been fine if he wanted to die, but he had to jump in the company. And I heard that he brought a bunch of idle reporters with him. They immediately exposed the matter. The company seemed to be affected. The higher-ups wanted to investigate your father. Your father got the news in advance and immediately prepared to move us."

Zhou's mother's eyes drifted to the servants passing by again, and she began to give instructions loudly and energetically: "My bags need to be separated, stand them up, stand them up, don't scratch the skin."

She was busy for a long time before she remembered that her son was still around. She quickly pushed Bai Chao and said, "Go and see if there is anything in your room that you need to take with you. We are leaving soon."

"..." Bai Chao glanced at her and said, "No, I'll buy it when I don't have it."

"You kid." Zhou's mother gave him a reproachful look, "There are so many limited editions, but they are not in demand."

Bai Chao shrugged his shoulders indifferently, bearing the slap mark on his face: "Tsk, I don't care."

Luxury goods cannot be eaten.

When the Zhou family goes bankrupt, even if these things are sold at a low price, no one may be interested in them.

……

The foreman committed suicide because the contractor owed him money for the project and he was desperate. Once the incident was exposed, it caused a huge social impact. It was reported in newspapers, on the Internet, and on television. Everyone denounced the blood-sucking capitalists. Some enthusiastic people were indignant and called on all migrant workers to gather together to resist and brought the media to Zhou's house to ask for an explanation.

But the Zhou family was left with only an empty villa, which had long been deserted.

But time is a terrible thing. When people's enthusiasm fades, this incident is soon covered by new hot events.

Only those who have experienced the pain firsthand will never forget it.

Fu Guiyan knelt quietly in front of a simple tombstone and poured a glass of wine for his father.

This was Mr. Fu's favorite wine when he was alive, but it didn't taste good. It was just because it was the cheapest. Moreover, Mr. Fu always drank it very sparingly and could last him half a month with one bottle.

Fu Guiyan had no money to hold a funeral, and even the cemetery for his father's burial was a public cemetery found with the help of his father's co-workers.

But public cemeteries also cost money. The funny thing is that this piece of cemetery costs exactly one thousand yuan.

Feeling sorry for Fu Guiyan, his fellow workers each pooled together a thousand yuan to lend him.

Fu Guiyan accepted it silently, recorded their names in the account book, and wrote an IOU.

His father's death seemed to have become a tool for the media to create hype. Many people wanted to interview him, but found that Fu Guiyan was unmoved and refused to appear on camera. The Zhou family also did not follow up, and it seemed to have no effect on solving practical problems, so they just went on to chase the next hot topic.

Others will only sigh and say that the power of capital is so strong.

capital.

The fate of the lower classes can be easily wiped out, and legal loopholes can be exploited to escape punishment despite social condemnation.

Fu Guiyan looked at the words on the tombstone with an unusually calm expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Dad, don't worry." The boy's voice was icy cold, mixed with sinister hatred, "I will make them..."

"A life for a life."

……

Fu Guiyan stayed with his father in the cemetery for a long time.

With the death of his only relative, he seemed to have no home.

He cleaned the tombstone over and over again and finished the bottle of wine with his father.

But at this moment, it suddenly started raining.

He wanted to use his body to shield the tombstone and incense ashes from getting wet, and suddenly an umbrella appeared above his head.

Fu Guiyan turned around in a daze and saw a girl in a white dress bending down to hold an umbrella for him.

The girl was wearing a mask, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but she had a pair of pure and lively big eyes, and she was looking at him with clear eyes.

"Take it." The girl's voice was clear, clean and soft.

"..." Fu Guiyan saw the white chrysanthemum in her hand and turned his head, "No need."

"Then can you help me get it?" The girl was not angry and looked at the row of tombstones behind her.

"I'm here to visit my relatives."

"..."Fu Guiyan didn't say anything.

But the girl directly stuffed the umbrella into his hands: "Please, help me."

The umbrella almost fell to the ground, so Fu Guiyan had to hold on to it and looked back with a frown.

He thought the girl wanted him to hold an umbrella for her, but the girl ran over in the rain. She came to a tombstone, put down the flowers, kowtowed three times, then got up and ran back in a hurry.

But before Fu Guiyan handed over the umbrella, a white chrysanthemum covered with water droplets appeared before him.

"Your relatives might like this flower."

"..."

Fu Guiyan didn't buy flowers, he only bought that bottle of cheap white wine.

Seeing that the boy did not move, she bent down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, covered her head with her hands, turned around and ran away.

Fu Guiyan was slightly startled, and couldn't help but take a step forward: "Your umbrella..."

But the girl's steps were light, like an elf jumping in the woods, and the arc of her white skirt seemed to be the only ray of light in the gloomy cemetery.

She quickly ran out of the cemetery and jumped into a black car at the gate.