Dressed as a substitute lover of a wealthy old man

Tong Yuan raised his eyebrows, and looked at the creditors in front of him by the moonlight.

one two Three.

not much.

"Be honest, don't try to run!"

The little curly hair dangled the gun in front of his eyes, Tong Yuan leaned against the wall and put a pocket in his pocket: "What money?"

The little curly hair was taken aback by Tong Yuan's attitude, and turned to look at his companion next to him in a daze: "I'm not mistaken, is he the one who owes us money?"

The baseball caps and tracksuits following behind looked at each other, and nodded affirmatively: "It's Tong Yuan."

After Xiao Curly confirmed with his companion, he turned back two to five to eighty thousand: "Are you Tong Yuan?"

"Ah."

"Huang Wenshu, do you know each other?"

"do not know."

"Fuck you, you still want to renege on your debt!" The little curly hair retracted the knife with a "swipe", and his eyes almost fell out, "I owe you a few 80 yuan, when the mother is finished gambling Run away, and now the son dares to pretend not to know him?"

"That's right, I agreed before that I can pay back the money if I make a career out of it. My brother saw that you pitifully agreed to you, but now that you've been eliminated, it's too unkind to refuse to admit it!" The tracksuit behind chimed in.

"Wait." Tong Yuan felt something was wrong, and asked the sportswear, "Who told you that I was eliminated?"

"Someone called just now... ouch—" the tracksuit was halfway through, when the baseball cap next to him pinched his flesh and let out a cry of pain.

The little curly hair held a knife and shook it in front of Tong Yuan's eyes: "Don't worry about it, buddy has watched today's show, and at your level, it's hard not to be eliminated. It's not easy for everyone to come out and do some work these days, you just Let me tell you exactly when you can pay back the money, okay?"

"Row."

Little curly hair didn't expect Tong Yuan to answer so frankly, the long talk in his stomach suddenly had no place to go, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "When?"

"Immediately." Tong Yuan raised his mobile phone: "Let me make a call."

……

"Tongtong, I'll be there soon, don't worry."

On the other end of the phone, Fan Tong answered almost instantly.

"No hurry," Tong Yuan gestured to Xiao Curly to wait a moment, "help me contact Pei Xiangyu, I'm in a little trouble."

"Who?" Hearing his boss's name suddenly, Fan Tongyi didn't react for a while.

"Pei Xiangyu, President Pei."

After Tong Yuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone without a word of nonsense.

"Finished?" Little Curly was in a daze, only these two sentences can be sent by money?

"Well, be a little patient." Old God Tong Yuan persuaded.

-

Fan Tong parked the car at the gate of the hospital. No one from Tong Yuan was seen anywhere. His heart was in a state of panic, and his hands trembled when he dialed the phone. Fortunately, Pei Xiangyu answered the phone quickly, and he quickly repeated Tong Yuan's words. .

"Where is he?."

"I don't know, I..."

Fan Tong turned around like a headless chicken, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a few figures in the alley, he shrank back abruptly, and headed out tremblingly.

"I seem to see him, next to the hospital."

"Call the police."

"what?"

"I said call the police."

"Oh."

Fan Tong hung up the phone in a daze, and dialed 110 for the first time in his life trembling.

-

In the alley, the little curly kicked the stones on the ground, and stared at Tong Yuan fiercely: "How long will we have to wait!"

Tong Yuan glanced at him: "It's 80 yuan, not 80 yuan, so here we come."

"You'd better not play tricks on me!"

"Where can it be?" Tong Yuan raised his hand, "I am right under your nose, what are you afraid of?"

The little curly hair stared at Tong Yuan suspiciously for a while, seeing that he didn't seem to be in control at all, he felt even more uneasy for a moment.

Until the looming siren sounded on the road.

"You fucking called the police?!"

"I don't have a chance to call the police." Tong Yuan spread his hands helplessly, "I just called a friend, maybe he was passing by."

The little curly hair looked at him suspiciously, pricked up his ears vigilantly, and ordered the sportswear to go outside to detect the wind.

"Brother, brother, brother—"

After a while, the sportswear ran back from the alley, yelling: "It's coming to us! Run!"

"You little bastard!" Curly scolded mother angrily, and threw the tip of the knife at Tong Yuan's nose, "Wait for me!"

He wanted to run away after he finished speaking, but suddenly his wrist was grabbed. "Boss!"

No one in the sportswear and baseball cap thought that the boy who had no resistance would make a move at this juncture, and he was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

The little curly hair couldn't move when he was caught, and just about to resist with the other hand, the captured wrist hurt.

"Shut up... let go!"

He yelled tremblingly, but the fingers that pinched him remained unmoved.

Finally, the hand holding the knife was loosened, and the knife came out. The boy's other hand was already waiting there, and it was easy to catch it.

The slender fingers snapped, and the cold-glowing blade turned out a beautiful afterimage between the young man's slender fingers.

Suddenly raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, Little Curly closed his eyes suddenly in fright.

Nothing happened.

With a "swipe", □□ retracted the boy's palm as if obeying orders.

"That's how knives are played, learn more, huh?"

After Tong Yuan finished his spiel, he kicked over the two little followers who were ready to move, and put the little curly hair on top of them.

"In the future, whoever owes the debt will find whom. I don't know Huang Wenshu, and I think you probably don't want to know me too much, right?"

The three little curly hairs nodded like pounding garlic, Tong Yuan clapped his hands, threw the handed knife towards them, turned around and walked out from the other side of the alley in the dark.

Fan Tong was anxiously waiting for the police car, when suddenly he was patted on the shoulder, which scared half of his soul out of him.

"Tongtong? You came out!"

"Well, let's go."

"No, I called the police?"

"I left gifts for them."

Tong Yuan slipped into the car, Fan Tong messed around outside for a while, rubbed his face, and got into the car.

On the road.

"Did you call Mr. Pei?"

"Yes, it was Mr. Pei who called the police."

"Really?" Tong Yuan's eyes lit up, "Call me, I'll give him a call."

……

"Mr. Pei."

As soon as Tong Yuan made a sound, Fan Tong shivered. He glanced in the rearview mirror and couldn't believe it. The soft and delicate voice just now came from the calm and outrageous Tong Yuan in the back seat. from.

"what happened?"

The man's voice sounded special from the phone, and Tong Yuan found a comfortable position to lean against: "It's nothing, don't worry about me... Well, thank you for saving me, I... I want to treat you to dinner, can I?... …okay!"

One minute later, Tong Yuan hung up the phone, met Fan Tong's gaze from the rearview mirror, and raised his eyebrows.

"Did Mr. Pei agree?"

"Tomorrow evening."

Fan Tong gave a thumbs up: "Tongtong, I think you should go to act."

"You have a good eye." Tong Yuan said frankly.

-

"feelling better?"

In the room, Feng Xiaonan saw Tong Yuan coming back, and immediately asked worriedly.

"It's better, I'm going to take a shower."

"……Um."

Feng Xiaonan looked at Tong Yuan who looked normal, and swallowed the reminder again.

There was the sound of "squeaking" water in the bathroom, and he waited for a while before taking out his phone again.

The phone was still on the page he just browsed.

——Tong Yuan get out of the entertainment circle, praise me if you support me!

——If you have poor professional ability, don’t come out to harm others. If you can’t do it yourself, it’s okay, and it will implicate our Brother Hao, to be determined. It’s really embarrassing

——This person touched Qiao Ning a few days ago, everyone, don’t forget, call me Lei Feng ^^

——Guiding Lu Tongyuan's collection of wrong words and running tunes, this guy can row to the top 25 every time he mixes with the team, his real name is envious.