Improper stepping stone for men

After exchanging a few words with Xiaoyi of the system, Yang Yan stepped into the starlight and walked into the new small world. Unexpectedly, as soon as he was attached to the new body, he first experienced what it means to have a splitting headache.

There was no aura in the air, and knowing that he had arrived in a spiritless world again, he could only press his temples to relieve the discomfort, but the phone next to him kept ringing.

Impatiently, he took it over and hung it up, then turned off the phone, and the whole world was suddenly quiet.

After the extreme discomfort eased, Yang Yan stumbled up from the ground, glanced at the scattered wine bottles and a lot of dirt with some disgust, and went into the bathroom.

The original owner didn't know how much wine he drank, his whole body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, as if he had been marinated in a wine vat, if his soul was not strong enough, he might have died of drunkenness when he came here.

After flushing under the shower for nearly half an hour, the uncomfortable feeling of being wrapped around the whole body dissipated, and the temperature of the body due to being full of alcohol also dropped a little.

Yang Yan sorted out the memories of the original owner and walked out of the bathroom, avoided the mess on the floor, dug out a set of clothes from the closet and put them on, brushed half-dry shoulder-length hair twice, turned and left the suit, which was obviously uninhabitable. House of.

Relying on his extraordinary eyesight, he easily spotted the reporter hidden outside the community. He rubbed his brow that was still aching, and gave up the idea of ​​leaving through the main entrance.

Following the memory, I walked to a monitoring blind spot on the edge, and confirmed that there were no pedestrians on the road outside. I jumped out easily by climbing the wall, and only made a very weak sound when I landed.

This is a small road between two neighborhoods. The lights are extremely faint under the cover of dense leaves. People are passing by on both sides of the road, and no one has noticed that a big living person suddenly appeared here.

There is a high-quality hotel opposite the community, so Yang Yan chooses to walk there.

When it was still very lively after [-] o'clock in the evening, he was in the most prosperous area of ​​the whole city, because his outstanding appearance attracted a lot of attention.

The original owner is quite famous on the Internet now, and soon someone showed a shocked look, obviously recognizing his identity.

However, Yang Yan seemed to walk calmly, but his speed was not slow. Before those people could react, he had passed them and walked into the hotel gate.

He opened a luxury suite while the front desk clerk tried his best to conceal his unnatural smile, ignored the flickering prying eyes of the troublemakers who followed him in, and swiped his card into the elevator expressionlessly.

The best thing about this hotel is privacy. Without a room card, you can't enter the interior at all, so he didn't worry about someone disturbing him, so he swiped open the door and slept soundly.

When I woke up again, it was three shots in the sun, and the original owner hadn't had a good sleep for almost a week, that is, he didn't get sick because of his youth and good health.

After washing up and ordering some food to fill his stomach, it was almost noon when Yang Yan lay lazily on the sofa, so he unhurriedly took out his phone and pressed the power button.

As soon as the phone was turned on, a large number of missed calls and text messages kept pouring in. He didn't click on it in a hurry, and waited for nearly a minute without updating before clicking in to browse.

Almost all the text messages came from unfamiliar numbers. These people who didn't know them at all insulted and cursed the original owner with extremely vicious language. In contrast, even a few sporadic advertisements or messages suspected of fraud became cute.

Yang Yan quit the page after casually reading a few items. Although these things were not pleasing to the eye, he did not delete them all like the original owner. Of course, the ready-made evidence should be preserved.

The original owner set up phone interception outside Xunlu. Except for a few sporadic friends and "family members", most of the calls that were not received were from the original owner's girlfriend. From ten o'clock last night to today, there were dozens of calls , the most recent call was just a few minutes before he switched on.

Yang Yan was not in a hurry to answer the call, and opened WeChat again. Sure enough, there was a red dot next to Jian Jiangxue's name. He did not listen to the long series of voice messages, and simply replied a few words: " All right, don't read."

As soon as the news was sent out, the phone call from over there immediately came. It seemed that the girl had been guarding him with her mobile phone.

Yang Yan rubbed his forehead in some annoyance, and quickly picked it up without making her wait: "Hello——"

"Where did you go, Ah Yan? Why did you turn off the phone all night? You couldn't find anyone at your house, you were so anxious to death, you know?" The girl's anxious voice was choked up by the end.

"I'm sorry..." Yang Yan was inexplicably guilty, and couldn't say what he had been lingering in his heart for a while.

"I don't want to blame you," Jian Jiangxue's tone softened immediately, "Ah Yan, I know you are in a bad mood and want to be quiet, but remember to report to me next time, okay?"

She begged softly: "I'm really worried about you disappearing suddenly like this, with the phone turned off and no one at home."

"I know, there won't be a next time." Yang Yan rubbed his nose, and he couldn't say the word of breaking up at all. Forget it, let's wait for the later to slowly become indifferent. It is indeed a bit sudden to mention it now. up.

Jian Jiangxue didn't know that the lover on the other end of the phone was planning to separate from her. After receiving his promise, she chuckled lightly, and then asked cautiously: "Then where are you now? May I come to accompany you? "

Yang Yan's conscience ached, and after answering truthfully, he refused: "No need, aren't you preparing for an art exhibition? You should be very busy now, don't worry, I'm really fine, those rumors won't break me .”

"Okay then..." Jian Jiangxue seemed to have recovered from his tone, hesitated for a moment, and comforted, "The matter is already under investigation, I believe they will clear your innocence, don't think too much .”

Yang Yan responded, but she still didn't hang up the phone. After a moment of silence, she said shyly, "Call me if you're in a bad mood. The art exhibition will never be as important as you." Then she ended the call hastily.

Hearing the busy tone of "beep—beep—" on the phone, Yang Yan pressed his brows helplessly, feeling a little sorry for the original owner. The heroine he met this time is actually not bad, but if he has a better attitude , and will not go to the last point.

With a feeling of emotion, he answered several calls one after another, most of them were unfamiliar ones. The original owner had a rather dull personality and didn't have too close friends.

In addition, his talent in painting is extremely high, and he has won many awards over the years, which is more or less enviable. When encountering such a big event, only the teacher and girlfriend really care about him, and most of the rest It's with the intention of watching the fun.

Those who seem to worry about condolences, but actually insinuate and sprinkle salt on people's wounds, the original owner's sensitive personality may not be able to bear it.

But Yang Yan was not affected in the slightest, and blocked back with an eye for an eye. On the contrary, they made themselves embarrassed, and quickly found a reason to hang up the phone. It is estimated that they will not call again for a long time.

Ah!Master is a man who has been in the empress's harem, and he is playing tricks here!

Yang Yan sneered, and finally ushered in today's highlight, the caller ID "Fu Tao" was beating coldly, if an outsider saw it, they would never think that this person and the owner of the phone are biological father and son.

He waited for half a minute for the bell to ring before answering the phone, but the person over there obviously didn't have enough patience, so he hung up just as soon as he got through.

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows, threw the phone on the sofa, got up and went to the bar, and when he came back with a glass of juice after a few minutes, the phone rang for the second time.

He lazily scratched the green button, but didn't immediately pick it up and put it to his ear. Facts proved that his choice was correct, and there was a growling sound almost the moment it was connected.

"Fu Yangyan! You have grown up, you dare not even answer my phone!" Fu Tao was obviously very angry, and his voice could be heard clearly even at an arm's length away.

Yang Yan simply let the phone lie on the sofa, took a sip of juice leisurely, and then said indifferently: "I have something to say."

"You little bunny, what's your attitude?" Fu Tao cursed angrily, "I gave birth to you and raised you for more than [-] years, and that's how you talk to me?"

Followed by a series of shady lessons, Yang Yan didn't bother to listen any more, so he hung up the phone decisively, followed by a call from the other side, he immediately hung up again, then called again, and hung up again.

After doing this several times, although I saw Fu Tao's expression, but according to the father's anger in the memory of the original owner, one can imagine that he must be in a panic now.

After hanging up again, it took a while before the phone rang again, but this time it was not the previous number, but the word "Fu Jia" was beating.

After waiting for about half a minute, Yang Yan picked it up slowly, and the person over there said "you" angrily, and he immediately interrupted in a cold voice: "Can you talk properly? If not, I will hang up. "

There was a panting sound from the other end of the phone, obviously trying to suppress his anger. After nearly a minute, Fu Tao calmed down the panting, and said through gritted teeth, "Fu Yangyan, you have the guts."

"You don't need to say it," Yang Yan said coldly, "What do you want from me?"

"Your grandpa is celebrating his birthday tonight, so remember to be there on time." Fu Tao was probably tired, so he didn't continue to play Lao Tzu's prestige, and said directly.

"Understood." Yang Yan responded coldly and was about to hang up.

"Wait!" Fu Tao guessed his intentions, and hurriedly said, "Remember to choose gifts again this year, and don't use your broken paintings to fill up the number. Now who doesn't know that you are all plagiarists? Don't make people laugh!"

Before the results of the investigation came out, he, this old man, was anxious to put the crime on him.

Yang Yan sneered silently, was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and hung up the phone directly.