Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

The memories of the previous life seem to have happened just yesterday.

An Yu found it ridiculous when he thought about how he died in the bathroom of a mental hospital by cutting his wrists.

Why was he the one who died?

Why should he atone for the mistakes of others?

But he fell uncontrollably in love with that scumbag Cheng Ze, as if someone had tied a thread between him and Cheng Ze.

He is just a puppet, and I can only love him uncontrollably, to the point of heartbreak and even death.

Fortunately, he was reborn.

He tore open the cocoon that was wrapped around him like shaved hair, throwing everything away.

What price Chengze should pay is a question that An Yu thinks about every day while sitting on the hospital bed.

Hatred is just another thick cocoon, wrapping around you layer by layer.

An Yu fell into this state of being out of control, and his mind seemed to be collapsing in another direction, just like in his previous life.

Then this little idiot showed up.

An innocent and pure "I love you" said without any warning pierced through the suffocating black fog.

The little fool probably doesn't even know what he is talking about.

I don't know if this sentence finally made An Yu feel a sense of reality other than hatred.

It was like the first time since his rebirth that he had established a connection with the new world.

But he no longer believes in love without reason.

An Yu sneered jokingly: "You like me? Why?"

For money? For his family background? For the resources he could get? Or at the very least, for the chance to have a say in the medical dean?

The little fool blinked: "Because my brother is good-looking"

An Yu was stunned for a second or two by this simple reason.

The little fool's love is free of dirty desires, pure and clean.

An Yu, who originally wanted to make sarcastic remarks, fell silent and temporarily suppressed the urge to drive the person away.

I don’t know what this little idiot did wrong, but he was tied up. He also knew that he didn’t like him, so he just lay next to him on the hospital bed.

Is it necessary to tie him up? Can he flip the roof off?

The worst mistake a little fool could make was probably to steal two more pieces of cake.

Wen Liang knew that the protagonist had been hurt in love and it was impossible for her to be easily moved by him and fall in love with him, so he was not discouraged.

Seeing that the protagonist didn't answer him, he secretly moved two or three centimeters further on the bed.

But as soon as he approached, An Yu frowned and said, "Don't come over."

The gloomy young man's unfriendly tone can scare people away.

Wen Liang seemed to be standing still, pursing his lips nervously. The two dimples on his fair cheeks looked very attractive, and his slightly droopy eyes revealed a pitiful look because of his nervousness.

An Yu knew that he had scared the little fool.

He turned his attention back to his painting. The canvas was completely black. There were no stars in the night sky, and the lonely moon could not resist the dark night.

An Yu seemed to be immersed in this depressing and heavy painting, as if she and the painting formed a complete work of art.

But there was a silly voice that had to interrupt:

"Youyou won't go over, then brother will come over."

An Yu paused.

The first star appeared in the night sky.

-

"That child is indeed pitiful. After his parents passed away, the custody was given to his uncle. His uncle was a gambler and planned to use the child to pay off his gambling debts. He was driven crazy. The neighbors called the police, and the police could only send him to our hospital... Eh? This is the dean's office, not your bathroom. Shen Ziru, aren't you being too casual?"

Shen Ziru walked out of the dean's washroom with wet hair. Because he was not wearing glasses, his pair of upward-looking eyes could electrify people when he smiled.

The man jokingly said to the old dean: "Otherwise, please give me an office with a lounge, and I promise not to disturb you every now and then."

Shen Ziru was a germaphobe. If someone touched his hair, he would wash it again. His gown could not have even a wrinkle, so he would either iron it flat or change into a new one.

This is known to the entire hospital.

The old dean, who was over fifty years old, was so angry that he laughed: "By the way, why are you asking about that child? He still owes the hospital bills."

Shen Ziliu put on his glasses and said, "I'll pay for the hospitalization."

The dean was a little surprised, "How can you do charity like this?"

Shen Ziliu took a sip of the dean's tea and said, "It's not charity. The child is mentally impaired and needs someone to take care of him. I plan to apply for guardianship. It's my own person, so I will pay for it."

-

At this time, in the originally warm ward, Wen Liang sat next to An Yu and watched him paint, and he was very engrossed.

Although An Yu still didn't talk to him, she didn't chase him away.

Wen Liang was so thick-skinned that he just sat there and refused to leave. An Yu couldn't do anything about him, a little fool who couldn't read people's expressions.

"Brother is so awesome, Youyou likes brother so much." Wen Liang pursed his lips and gave another wave of flattery.

Twenty-third confession.

An Yu silently wrote down the numbers, not knowing why he was writing them down.

But his mind was filled with the little fool's confession, and he had no extra energy to think about how to take revenge.

It was a rare afternoon that I spent like a normal person.

It's time for afternoon rounds.

The cases in this area are not serious. Doctors take turns to check on the wards every day to confirm the mental condition of the patients in time to avoid accidents.

The doctor doing the rounds today is a male doctor named Wang Chong.

An Yu had a deep impression of this man in his previous life because he was a rapist and many patients in the mental hospital had been molested by him.

This person is also one of the targets of his revenge plan.

After Wang Chong pushed the door open with the medical record in his hand, the fat man directly covered himself with the umbrella, looking very scared.

As soon as Wang Chong entered the room, he looked at An Yu accurately.

"How was your day, An An?" His greasy tone coupled with his squinting eyes made me want to vomit if I looked at him for one more moment.

Wen Liang was still sitting on An Yu's bed. He understood as soon as he heard it. This man was actually planning to take advantage of the protagonist!

Didn’t the molestation and harassment only happen later when the protagonist was thrown into jail?

How come there is a mental hospital too! ?

It was because of these people and that scumbag Cheng Ze that the protagonist ended up committing suicide.

When Wen Liang thought of An Yu's gentle and calm way of painting just now, he felt that it was true that good people are often bullied.

The protagonist desperately needs his protection!

He struggled to get up from the bed and stood up straight: "Uncle, you are not nice to hear, be careful or I will tell the teacher!"

An Yu turned his head and glanced at the little fool who stood up for him as if he was watching a show.

With the little fool's looks, Wang Chong would definitely take notice of him.

Sure enough, the small soft sound attracted Wang Chong's attention. When Wang Chong saw Wen Liang clearly, his eyes lit up.

That disgusting look was like dirty oil rubbed on the body, sticky and disgusting, and it would take a lot of skin to wipe it off.

An Yu originally just thought that the little fool had bumped into it on his own and he deserved to be targeted.

But I can't help feeling annoyed.

I threw the paintbrush up and caught it again and again, repeating this process several times. My mood was as messy as the lines on the drawing, and it was a tangled mess.

The little fool was still restless and eagerly got out of bed to block him.

Bang—a crayon suddenly fell to the ground.

An Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Liang by the back of the neck, and lifted him onto the bed like a chicken.

Wen Liang turned his head and saw An Yu with a cold face and a terrifyingly low voice: "Sit still! Get out if you dare to say another word! Don't show up in front of me again!"

Wen Liang immediately pursed his lips and dared not breathe.

The protagonist was treated very badly.