Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

The messages Wen Liang sent to Yan Shen in the past few days fell on deaf ears.

It would have been fine if the scumbag just disappeared like that, but the staff of the live broadcast platform still urged him to pay back the money.

Wen Liang sat in the community security room, enjoying the fan and sighing in worry.

He came here every day hoping to run into Pei Shuchen. The security guards knew him and kindly let him in to hide from the sun.

Wen Liang rested his chin on the railing of the security booth, his arms hanging like two pieces of seaweed.

886 couldn't stand his bald head and advised him to use props to make his hair grow.

Wen Liang was reluctant to use the points he had obtained from Luan Zhou with great difficulty, and said in a stingy way that the points should be used at critical moments.

So 886 helped him use the props at his own expense.

Wen Liang's hair grew fast after using props, especially the top of his head. Wen Liang didn't take care of it, so it stood up in a mess, looking a little silly.

Wen Liang scratched his itchy scalp, which was still growing hair, and felt like he was about to grow a brain...

He was dressed cleanly, in a simple white short-sleeved shirt that looked like it had been washed many times and was a little deformed.

Xia Mo dropped out of high school and found a class to attend before going to college.

Later, I started doing live streaming and made some money, but all the money was spent on chasing stars.

So even though Wen Liang now lives in such a high-end neighborhood, he doesn't have a single piece of clothing that's presentable to him.

The whole outfit doesn't fit in with the people in this neighborhood.

Except for the face under the short hair.

The thin and soft white fabric was blown up by the fan, and the large collar swayed slightly, occasionally revealing a hint of light pink and a porcelain white collarbone.

The red mole on the boy's nose was extremely bright and eye-catching against his cold white skin which was slightly red from the sun.

The eyelashes are long enough to cast shadows, like a wheat field blown by the summer wind, or like a cool and sweet watermelon, juicy and sweet.

Not cloyingly sweet.

Everyone entering and exiting the community gate can't help but take a look inside the security booth.

Wen Liang grabbed his collar and fanned himself.

[Wen Liang: If I could calculate the target's disgust value, I estimate Pei Shuchen's disgust value for me is as high as 80]

【886: No, at least 90】

"Ugh....."

Wen Liang had to pinch his voice to talk to Pei Shuchen every day, but Pei Shuchen ignored him.

It was the first time that Wen Liang was disliked by his mission target.

But he still had to continue to disgust Pei Shuchen.

Because at the moment, the more Pei Shuchen hates him, the safer Pei Shuchen will be.

Big stars have irregular working hours, so Wen Liang always comes down early and waits downstairs, sometimes even very late.

Wen Liang still had to prepare for a live broadcast tonight, and he hadn't waited for Pei Shuchen to come back, so he thought, why not ask the security guard to complete today's tea-talking task.

When he was talking to the security guard for the first time, Pei Shuchen came back.

He didn't take the nanny car today, but walked in from outside.

I heard it clearly when Wen Liang called the security guard "brother".

Wen Liang immediately ran under the sun and followed:

"Brother, what a coincidence, it must be fate that made us meet at this moment."

【Today’s Tea Talk: 2/5】

Pei Shuchen turned his head to glance at the young man's sweaty white shirt. His eyelids lifted up and he saw the young man wiping the sweat from his forehead. His originally porcelain-like face was flushed with heat and he looked at him innocently with his fox eyes.

He knew that the young man waited for him here every day, and then chased him and said some flirtatious words as if he was doing a mission.

He thought of the scene he had just seen.

It turned out that the little guy didn't just say this to him.

He can do this to anyone.

The man held the parasol and continued walking forward without stopping.

Pei Shuchen has to film a movie and can't get tanned, Wen Liang understands that very well.

What he didn't understand was that Pei Shuchen seemed to be in a bad mood today. He walked very fast and Wen Liang almost had to jog to keep up with him.

"Don't walk so fast, I can't keep up with you."

Wen Liang complained aggrievedly, Pei Shuchen stopped and turned to look at him

The neighborhood is well greened, with tree-lined paths that can block most of the sunlight and also provide some privacy.

The young man ran a few steps, then stopped and panted, moving closer to him, as if he wanted to borrow his umbrella, but he finally stopped at arm's length and said to him:

"Brother, you are so nice. You stopped as soon as I said I couldn't keep up. Others would not care about me. You are different from others."

【Today’s Tea Talk: 3/5】

It started again.

Pei Shuchen felt helpless.

Because of his work, he met all kinds of people, but none of them was as elusive as the young man in front of him.

One second he made people want to take care of him, but the next second he gave people a creepy disgust.

He himself was also very strange.

The fact that he stopped to listen to these strange words showed how strange he was.

Pei Shuchen, who was standing under the umbrella, was wearing a black long-sleeved suit shirt with the buttons buttoned to the top, but he seemed not to be afraid of the heat. There was not a trace of sweat on his cool white skin, and it even gave people the illusion that they could feel the cool air he released if they got close to him.

The man asked Wen Liang, "Why do you wait at the gate every day for me to come back?"

Wen Liang enviously withdrew his gaze from the man's neck and swallowed:

"Because I want to see my brother one more time."

【Today’s Tea Talk: 4/5】

Pei Shuchen's expression was not very good. He did not have a very good impression of this sticky little guy.

The man said coldly: "Don't lie."

Wen Liang hurriedly shook his head: "I didn't lie!"

Xia Mo has been a fan of Pei Shuchen since he debuted, and later became his illegitimate fan.

That is an extremely paranoid liking.

Wen Liang was influenced by the original owner, and every time he saw Pei Shuchen, his heart would still beat fast.

Pei Shuchen continued to ask: "Are you my fan?"

Wen Liang didn't know how to answer, but even if he didn't answer, Pei Shuchen was not a fool. If he harassed him every day like this, he must have known that I was his illegitimate fan a long time ago.

Wen Liang bit his lip, even forgetting his task of chatting, and nodded awkwardly: "Yes... I like Teacher Pei, I..."

"I don't need your love"

The man interrupted Wen Liang's words, as if he had lost his last bit of patience, and turned and left.

Leaving the dazed young man under the scorching sun.

A true heart is burned and exposed by the scorching sun.

-

Wen Liang sat in front of the computer desk at night, the redness on his cheeks from sunburn had not yet faded.

He was too lazy to change into women's clothes, so he just put on a wig and opened the live broadcast platform, and sent a private message to his top brother in the background:

Silently fishing for a boyfriend: Brother, are you coming to watch the live broadcast today? I recently practiced a song, a song specially for you, I will sing it to you tonight.

Wen Liang didn't expect Yan Shen to reply to him.

This guy no longer watches his live broadcasts or talks to him.

Just want money.

Wen Liang made up his mind to ask the guy out, and used props to pretend to be a girl, so as to get the scumbag to agree not to take the money first.

Wen Liang’s live broadcast was actually very boring, he just sat there wearing a wig.

Sometimes I pet the cat, sometimes I order takeout.

So except for those ultimate face-obsessed people, his live broadcast room has always been lukewarm.

But for some reason that night, the God of Wealth came knocking on the door, and the second rich brother after Yan Shen came to the live broadcast room, and he directly sent a rocket as soon as he came in.

Wen Liang asked blankly, "Brother, you don't want me to shave my hair too, do you?"

The guy who was promoted to the second place on the list filled the screen and said: No, no, you are worth the rocket just sitting here.

Wen Liang opened his mouth and closed it again, not knowing what to say for a moment.

A fan reminded him below: Silly Mobao, hurry up and thank the big brother.

Wen Liang felt that if he did nothing, he would be really sorry for the rockets that were sent to him.

Even for that scumbag Yan Shen, he had to shave his head just to get a few hundred thousand.

-

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Yan Wenyu finished reading the plan in his hand.

The study is quiet, with a faint, soothing scent of sandalwood.

The man leaned back in his chair, pinched his sore nose with his hand, sat up and opened his mobile phone. The first message he saw was the news about the young anchor.

The young man who kept sending him messages every day began to upgrade his tactics and wanted to sing a song for him...

Yan Wenyu hesitated for less than a few seconds before clicking on the avatar of the live broadcast.

The young anchor is smiling, pursing her lips brightly:

"Thank you for the rocket sent by "Mo Mo is my wife" big brother~ Thank you big brother, what do you want to hear? Mo Mo will sing for you"

Yan Wenyou frowned slightly.

Is this what you mean by learning it specifically and singing it just for him?

At such a young age, he is frivolous and has no self-respect. He flirts with this and that, and he has such a job...

He called Special Assistant Sun and said, "Close Xia Mo's live broadcast room."

Special Assistant Sun sat up quickly:

"Xia Mo? Who? Ah, that little anchor. Okay, okay. I'll do it right away."

After hanging up the phone, Special Assistant Sun felt that he really should go see a master for fortune-telling.

Why are there so many weird things happening every day?

How about doing the math for Mr. Yan?

I feel like Mr. Yan is the one possessed by a ghost.

As for Wen Liang, as soon as he sang "Ma Yi Ya Hei", everything went dark in front of his eyes.

His live broadcast room was blocked.