low boyfriend

Xiao Jingran, the adoptive son of Huang Yuxing, the leader of Huaxing, takes care of the affairs of the association with his eldest brother Huang Yaosheng, and often walks on the road. Because he is the third eldest in the family, everyone gives Huang old man face, and everyone calls him "Xiao Xiaogongzi" when they see him. show admiration.

"Is he the one you aimed at?"

In the noisy restaurant, the hot pot is boiling with red oil and steaming.

Qiao Ye asked through the white mist while adding meat to the pot.

Wen Xin was sweating profusely from eating, and kept pouring cold beer for himself, "Yes, that's him."

"Yizi, why not the other one?" Qiao Ye thought about his identity, and put a chopstick of meat in his bowl, "Is it more meaty to follow the prince?"

"You think I don't understand this truth, but the problem is that we have to be able to see it!"

Wen Xin leaned forward with his chopsticks, lowered his voice and said to Qiao Ye: "That guy rarely shows up on the side of the gang, and the people around him are all screened and specially trained. Only this one likes to pick people in person , as long as he likes it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a gold-medal thug or a janitor, if you want to get ahead? That’s our only chance.”

Qiao Ye thought for a while, then lowered his head to eat the meat, "What if I keep up with him? What can I do? Then I will be a younger brother and a thug?"

"But that's a younger brother for a real big boss. The boss of any hall in Huaxing didn't fight the world with the old man back then." Wen Xin lent Qiao Ye the time to add food, and whispered in his ear, " Now that the old man is getting old, the young people can't bear it anymore, and the dynasty is about to change."

Qiao Ye's eyes suddenly became dark.

"So you have to fight. If this person can see you, I can't do it. My arm has been discounted several times. If you go on like this, it will be useless. But I can help you. You are stronger than me. It’s also ruthless, as long as there are more black points, I will arrange it.”

Wen Xin said so.

Qiao Ye mixed the dipping sauce in the bowl, raised his head, and looked at the TV hanging above the counter in the store through the crowd.

An entertainment broadcast is playing inside, and the voice is too low to hear what is being said.All he knew was a familiar figure on the screen, standing on the open-air stage crowded with people, during the performance, he walked to the side of the corridor and kicked a mineral water bottle that had been thrown onto the stage.

'Xi Yuan behaved improperly during the performance, hurting fans and causing bad influence. '

'The gossip continues, xx Variety Show has a temporary replacement, and the replacement of Xi Yuan may have something to do with the image. '

The reporters surrounded the man with their microphones, but they didn't see him for more than a month. I don't know whether it was because of the appearance in front of the camera or the intention of the viewer. Xi Yuan lost weight again, his face was pale, and no matter how beautiful his face was, he couldn't hide his sickness. His eyes were red, and he was expressionless and silent in the face of questions.

He is not doing well.

Qiao Ye's heart ached like a needle prick again.

At this time, a hand suddenly blocked his eyes and shook.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Qiao Ye was taken aback.

"How about talking to you?" Wen Xin held the wine glass and shook it in front of him, "You need to take a longer view, besides, as long as you can keep up with this one, do you still worry about not seeing the other one? Even if you want to be with the real dragon, we can change it again, and it's not unethical, after all, we are all from Huaxing."

Qiao Ye gritted his teeth and looked sideways at Shang Wenxin.

The two looked at each other for a few moments, then both laughed and touched the wine glasses.

Then today, Qiao Ye was on stage for the first time. Uncle Xiang was free and went to watch the match in person.

The result was not bad. Qiao Ye won, and the opponent was also a rookie. The two of them just fought blindly, and they didn't need to pay attention to the number of tactics. People can't get up from the ground.

"I knew you could do it!"

Wen Xin was very happy. When Qiao Ye wobbled down from the stage, he rushed over and wished he could hug Qiao Ye and kiss him.

At this moment, Wen Xin counted the money that his elder brother gave Qiao Ye, took out a few of them as pocket money, and then gave the rest of the money to Qiao Ye.

"How about it, can you bear it?"

Qiao Ye didn't know how he was beaten. Anyway, his whole body hurt, especially his ribs. Every time he took a breath, he felt convulsive pain.

"This is just the beginning, good luck, it won't be so simple next time."

From then on, Qiao Ye learned boxing from others when he was free, and would be arranged to fight at Cross every now and then.

Wen Xin is still a little popular in Cross. Every time he chooses an opponent for Qiao Ye, he will consider it very carefully. When necessary, he will secretly give the opponent some money.

"We don't want to make a living on this. The main thing is to catch up with Brother Ran and let him see you when he comes over. But before that, you have to play a few beautiful games, so you can get familiar."

In the crowded arena, Qiao Ye was pressed to the ground and punched on the head.

Sometimes even Wen Xin, who was used to it, couldn't bear to look at that scene.

Every time Qiao Ye had to lie on the small bed in the rental house for a whole day before barely getting off the ground.

During this period, Wen Xin stayed at home, serving tea and water in his shorts and vest.

"How about... find two girls for you?"

He really couldn't think of how to comfort Qiao Ye.

But Qiao Ye still scolded him with a bruised nose and swollen face: "Do you think I'm still fucking capable?"

Wen Xin hurriedly explained: "You don't need to move, the work is very good, sit on it and move it by yourself, I guarantee you... eh? Damn it, don't, ah!"

Qiao Ye picked up another slipper and threw it at the head of Wen Xin who was running out, "Get lost!"

After the injury is healed, I have to continue to fight.

Wen Xin counted his days, and every time he got news, he would rush to inform Qiao Ye non-stop.

"Brother Ran is here today, behave better!"

He patted Qiao Ye's face and looked back at the highest part of the stands.

Qiao Ye also followed Wen Xin's gaze. In the high and dark corner, he could only vaguely see a few vague figures leaning on the guardrail and watching.

"Remember, we don't want to win, as long as we are black enough and ruthless enough."

Before going on stage, Wen Xin told Qiao Ye, "Don't risk your life, it won't work this time, there will be a next time."

Qiao Ye gave Wen Xin a reassuring look, biting his mouthguard, he rolled into the ring.

There was thunderous applause and shouts outside the stadium.

But the process of standing on the stage is unimaginably difficult for ordinary people.

Before, Qiao Ye didn't think that opportunity would come for too long, but the legendary Ran didn't know what to do, either he lost in time for this match, or he wasn't there when he won.

It was not easy for Wen Xin to take care of everything once, and it was a game that no one knew that Qiao Ye would win.

As a result, when Qiao Ye squeezed through the crowd and came to Wen Xin and asked how he was doing loudly, Wen Xin curled his lips in embarrassment, "Brother Ran's new girlfriend, it seems that he can't see this kind of scene... Not long after the start, I accompanied Ma Zi to play on it."

When Qiao Ye heard this, he almost lost his breath and passed over on the spot.

That kind of life is really dark, at least for Qiao Ye. If you win, you can spend money and get it. If you lose, you can just roll down and lick your wounds. It's really not human.

But if the goal is not achieved, the days of not being human will never end.

Looking back later, Qiao Ye didn't know how he survived at that time. In short, he was "fighting" with others on the field every day. Every time he was beaten so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, his body felt a dull pain of suffocation. It was gradually swallowed by depression.

Maybe it's not that there are good times, Qiao Ye has been around for a long time, there will always be women who favor him, and even pursue him unabashedly, I don't know if that is a kind of luck.

It's just that every time Qiao Ye is indifferent like a bystander, just quietly watching those overtures. After experiencing Xi Yuan, everything in this world seems so boring.

Wen Xin was really puzzled by this, "I'm really curious about what level you were last."

"…kindness?"

"It feels like your ordinary vulgar fans don't like it anymore."

Qiao Ye didn't answer him, but only clenched the mobile phone chain on the mobile phone in his pocket, and his palms hurt.

He had to think of Xi Yuan at that moment. When he was beaten until he couldn't see clearly, and when he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, it was like looking back at the dying moment. The word "Xi Yuan" was always on every line of his skin. His blood vessels were constantly rushing, and that was the only thing that kept him going, but it was also like this, every picture of being with that person in the past seemed so ironic in this miserable situation.

So that I don’t know when, Qiao Ye began to hate Xi Yuan, it was the kind of hatred that he no longer wanted to find any excuses for him, from the bottom of his heart, from the bottom of his bones, he relied on that kind of hatred to persevere, He simply hated him for abandoning him.

Qiao Ye's temperament has changed a bit. I don't know if it's because he has been fighting too much or hanging around for a long time.Sometimes when there is no match to fight, he will even go out and find a fight by himself.I don't know what to think, anyway, it's either my skin is itchy, or I have nowhere to use my energy, and my body and mind are very dry.

Wen Xin didn't respond at all to this, maybe he thought it was the right thing to do, and if he came out to mess around, he would always be like a gentle little sparrow, which would not be good for his future.

But anyone could see that Qiao Ye could hardly hold on if this went on like this. Whether he was in a good mood or not, new injuries and old injuries were also a matter.

Finally, on this day, Qiao Ye and Wen Xin had just arrived at Cross, and the younger brother who was carrying beer over there ran over to report that Brother Ran was coming tonight.

Qiao Ye was a little numb.

Wen Xin was not as energetic as before, he only responded with a few words of "en er oh oh", and then hid in the staff passage for some reason.

Sure enough, it wasn't Qiao Ye's place today, but Qiao Ye was temporarily replaced.

Without even thinking about it, Qiao Ye knew it must be Wen Xin's tricks again, so he listened to the deafening music while preparing and started to make troubles.

A lot of people came today, which was very strange, and it was not a special day, but there were no empty seats in the audience, and even every staff member had a different kind of excitement on their faces.

Qiao Ye didn't know the reason. Before the game, he was empty and panicked for no reason, so he went to the rooftop of Cross to smoke.

There are also many idlers on the rooftop to pass the time.

At that time, the night was already deep, and the buildings in Cross were not high enough to look out, only the neon lights that could make the sky white.

Suddenly, there was an extra voice behind him at unknown time.

"Brother, borrow a fire."

Qiao Ye turned around, and there was a man who was half a head shorter than himself standing there, dressed casually, looked young, handsome, with deep brows and eyes, he was the kind of person who was slightly refined but saucy, Probably some young man who came to Cross to play.

"Thanks."

Qiao Ye handed the lighter to the man, and the man lit a cigarette for himself, then nodded to Qiao Ye, his behavior looked very old-fashioned.

"You're welcome."

"Are you boxing too?"

The man was not in a hurry to leave with a cigarette in his mouth. He gestured to his companion in the distance, turned his head, looked at Qiao Ye and asked.

Qiao Ye didn't expect this person to know about the underground ring.

The man smiled and said, "You can go in if you have a relationship. Why are you so surprised, you're new here?"

That tone was crazy.

Qiao Ye was very disgusted with this kind of child who was much younger than himself but had no sense of age, but because the other party was a guest, he didn't know the same way as others, so he said impatiently: "Ah, the newcomer."

"Hehe," the man didn't care about Qiao Ye's attitude, looked Qiao Ye up and down, and asked him again, "Didn't you practice, can you beat him?"

"How do you know I haven't practiced?"

"You can tell by looking at your hands."

Qiao Ye is indeed not a professional. Hearing this, he unnaturally flattened his curled fingers, "If you haven't practiced, you can't fight."

"Then you can't play well, how can you win if you can't play well? How can you win if you don't win?"

The man seemed to understand the market inside very well, so he leaned on the railing and looked at Qiao Ye with a smile.

Qiao Ye thought for a while, and suddenly remembered what Xi Yuan had said to him back then.

'What's the use of being a group performer?If you can act well as a passer-by, then you should spend your whole life acting as a passer-by. Those who can be the protagonist will not be able to play passers-by. '

So he said in a set of words: "The life of a good fighter is to be a thug, and I don't want to be a thug, so why do you play so well?"

The man raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and looked at Qiao Ye meaningfully, "What's your name?"

"Joe Ye."

The man smiled, turned and left.

"Come on, I'll pressure you to win tonight."

Qiao Ye looked back at the child, gave him a disdainful look, and continued to be melancholy about tonight's game.

The game is about to start.

Amidst the shouts from the audience, a girl in a bikini walked around the arena holding a sign, inviting contestants to come on stage.

Qiao Ye took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.

But before going up, he was dragged by Wen Xin.

"Qiao Ye, it's fine if you can't win. It's important to protect yourself. You can't beat today's opponent. Let's wait until next year..."

"next year?"

Wen Xin nodded, as if he no longer had any hope for the previous idea of ​​being in charge, "Today is the last time for Brother Ran to watch the game in the second half of the year, and next year will be next year."

That's why everyone is crazy today, which is why he was able to put Qiao Ye in, but he couldn't replace the player on the opposite side.

Qiao Ye paused in his heart.

next year?Have to wait another half a year?

The look of Xi Yuan's red eyes came to mind again.

Qiao Ye lowered his eyes and walked up without hesitation.

The game that followed was simply horrible.Based on the principle that as long as they can't kill anyone, non-professional players like Qiao Ye are like sandbags in front of others. Even if they have a few chances to fight back, most of them can't be beaten at all.

Several times, Qiao Ye thought that the momentary blankness in his brain must be the last, he couldn't even feel the pain.

The referee is about to make a verdict, and the outcome has already been decided.

But when his consciousness was lost, Qiao Ye looked vaguely at Wen Xin who was shaking his head at him at the edge of the ring to tell him not to get up again, almost crying. I don't know where the strength came again, and I gritted my teeth and stood up again with my last breath.

All the audience were excited. Not only were they not worried about whether there would be any accidents if the fight continued like this, but they were even more passionate, cheering for Qiao Ye.

This is a bit annoying!

The opponent's player seemed to be in a hurry. Regardless of the referee's obstruction, he rushed forward to beat Qiao Ye to death.

But Qiao Ye just couldn't fall, he hugged his opponent by the waist, and endured deeper and deeper pains on his back, as if unless he was dead, he was a man, so he must never fall on his knees.

I don't know how long it took after that, it was a kind of numbness that couldn't feel the passage of time at all.

In short, when Qiao Ye saw the changing scenes like fragments, he was helped off the field by someone, and he saw Wen Xin's face in front of his eyes, and shouted at him: "Brother Ran told you to come over, Qiao Ye Hold on! It was Brother Ran who told him to stop! It was Brother Ran who let us..."

Wen Xin was so excited that he was about to cry.

Qiao Ye, on the other hand, just took a quick breath, let out a few convulsive groans from the depths of his throat, then his vision went dark, and he passed over directly.