Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

early morning.

Five kilometers away from where Sheng Yingxian collapsed, in the central city, in a certain hotel.

"Mr. Yan," the lady at the front desk looked very nervous because she was disturbing the guests late at night, her hands shaking the microphone, "Yes... a gentleman named Xiang is looking for you."

"It's okay, it's my hairstylist." The person on the phone didn't have the irascibility of being woken up in the middle of the night, and his voice was clear and lazy, "Girl, you'd better show him the way, he's crazy."

A hairstylist surnamed Xiang standing at the front desk: "..."

Three minutes later, the hair stylist appeared at Yan Tong's door.

The hair stylist was very upset because Yan Tong accused him of being a road idiot. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "Phoenix Film and Television invited me over again a week ago. Yan Tong, let me tell you, I will agree when I leave your door."

Yan Tong was sitting at the table thinking about the night scene. Hearing this, he sneered without looking back, "You should go, as long as you are not afraid that the whole company will think that Mr. Ye is supporting you, classmate Xiang."

The hair stylist trembled when he heard the words, "Don't lie to me, old iron, I dare not be your cheap father if you lend me your guts."

"Wake up, brother," Yan Tong finally turned the boss's chair over, looked at Xiang Dong who was still changing shoes in the hallway, and taunted: "I'm cheap, I'm not bad for you, don't be too affectionate."

After Xiang Dong changed his shoes, he leaned over and looked at his hairstyle left and right, and even wanted to push Yan Tong's boss chair around, but was firmly stopped by Yan Tong's hand on the table.

"How did you get your hair done?!" The hair stylist began to scold him: "Do you know how many people dream of changing faces with you, and you just ruin it yourself!"

Yan Tong raised his head and glanced at the mirror in the room, and expressed his feelings very calmly: "I think it's pretty good."

"Aesthetics, old iron, aesthetics!" Xiang Dong was heartbroken, "You said that you have a good face, and it's not appropriate to go and make yourself like this, it's just violent—"

Yan Tong raised his eyebrows, "Are you itchy?"

Xiangdong screamed and jumped back, Yan Tong made a gesture to roll up his sleeves, but when he lowered his head, he found that he was only wearing a T-shirt and had no sleeves, so he also laughed.

"I've told you hundreds of times, don't bring this up in front of me." After Yan Tong finished laughing, he asked Xiang Dong, "What were you doing just now? In the middle of the night, you came as soon as you yelled."

The hair stylist became annoyed when this topic was mentioned: "Are you ashamed to ask me? Who woke me up in the middle of the night?" He said and threw the bags he was carrying on Yan Tong's bed, "I brought them for you. I I already know that as long as I don't look at you for three months, you can turn yourself into a debt collector in the city."

Yan Tong laughed instead, "I came back to collect debts."

Xiang Dong became interested all of a sudden, and asked, "Whose debt are you asking for?"

"Okay," Yan Tong smiled and kicked him lightly, "Go to your business."

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Yan Tong and Xiang stylist met in junior high school, in the same class, at the front and back desks.

Xiangdong is a very amazing person. He is guaranteed a guaranteed spot in key high schools, but his old man just doesn't want it. He went to learn a lot of makeup, hairstyle and clothing matching. The degree of deviantness is comparable to that of Yan Tong himself.

At that time, Xiangdong's parents were very angry, shocked, and puzzled. Apart from being angry, shocked, and puzzled, they were also very curious about one thing—who gave their son the courage to do this?

Yan Tong gave it.

Because he gave Xiangdong the money.

In this way, he forged a firm revolutionary friendship with Xiangdong secretly.

When Yan Tong was a teenager, his emotional control was far from as good as it is now, and his interpersonal skills were in a mess. He was even lonelier than the lone star of Tiansha. Two or three people listen.

Eastward is one of them.

Yan Tong is born to hide things in his heart. Although he complained a lot, he did not miss a single word of specific information, so Xiang Dong only knew that Yan Tong's single father was an excellent company that inherited his father's business until he got mixed up in the circle. Family, very specific—only like young, pretty, amorous girls who are neither coquettish nor slutty nor hypocritical.

This is what Xiangdong heard in his second year of junior high school. When he was in his third year of junior high school, he heard Yan Tong's father deeply reflect on his previous actions and lowered the standard for the girl.

Yan Tong felt that it was a miracle that he didn't grow crooked.

Didn't grow crooked, he thought again, he was so crooked that he didn't know where he went.

The luck in misfortune is that, with such a model in front, Yan Tong's ability to identify scumbags is one in a million, which greatly improves the efficiency of fast travel.

From the age of three to 19, no one taught him family, no one taught him love.Nobody taught it.

To this day, those two people are still absent and will be absent forever.

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"All right."

Xiang Dong pressed his head in front of the mirror, put away the tools, and admired his work with great satisfaction, "How is my repair? If no one asks for your contact information when you go out, just ask me to refund the money!"

Yan Tong glanced at Xiang Dong in the mirror.

Xiangdong's grandson is very smart. After gaining some fame in the entertainment industry, he inquired about some things, met a few people, and then contacted Yan Tong who had said before, and made reasonable and unfounded speculations. Guessing, in the end, he even pieced together the situation of Yan Tong, who is not worthy of being called a writer.

He took advantage of Yan Tong's return to the source world to rest, and forced him to sing K. After he went, he didn't touch the wheat, he only opened wine, and chatted with Yan Tong from poetry to life philosophy.

After chatting in circles with my grandson for three hours, I finally approached the central topic with a spiral curve.

He told Yan Tong exactly what he had inquired about and what he had deduced, and finally said that he had nothing to say, and could only look at Yan Tong and sigh: "Old Tie, why are you so stubborn."

At that time, Yan Tong had made a place in Kuaichuanjie, and he had seen more people and things than Xiangdong's eight lifetimes combined, but the tears came down so spinelessly, burning three cups from his throat. Even the white wine in my stomach couldn't hold it down.

That night, with the sluggish English tune in the box, he finished the story of the two providers of his DNA-Yan Chen, the president of the film and television company, and Ye Qing, the actress.

From the beginning to the end, he couldn't even speak a complete sentence of subject, predicate and object.

He just laughed when he said that his language ability, which had suddenly dropped to the kindergarten level, couldn't express.

After he finished speaking, it happened that KTV was booked for one night, and no penny was wasted.

He simply economized to the end, raised his head and drank all the unfinished wine.

The author has something to say: 1. Tongtong and his old iron are straighter than the orthogonal coordinate system

2.19. The [-]-year-old Tongtong did not fall in love with anyone, and that year he started to fast wear

3. The name Phoenix is ​​because it is not a phoenix tree, and it is not intentional to have the same name as someone else.

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One is that I have been working on the outline of the next world today, and besides, I can’t write any more, so this chapter will be closed for now.

There should be only one chapter left in Main City II.