After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

The day I want to divorce.

After dinner, Chu Guannan cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen, An Rao and the original owner's father went upstairs.

Looking at the tidy and luxurious room, the original owner's father nodded with satisfaction: "I am relieved to see that you are living so well now."

"Dad, let's not talk about this, did you bring the contract?"

The original owner's father nodded, took out a crumpled contract from his arms, unfurled it tremblingly and placed it on the table.

An Rao read it word by word, and his eyes fell on the account for repaying the money. The name of the account holder: Zhu Qi;

There is an asterisk in the middle and his real name is not disclosed, just make sure that there is no wrong transfer when transferring money.

"Dad, do you have the creditor's contact information?"

"Have……"

"Send him a message saying your account has been frozen by the police and ask if he can pay in cash."

The original owner's father looked at him in surprise: "Why..."

"Just do as I said. If you can, ask him to meet at the coffee shop in front of the Navy Park at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

An Rao glanced at the original owner's father again, even though he was wearing a suit, his sense of poverty was still evident.

He changed his words again: "Let's make an appointment at the wonton stand near your house."

Although the original owner's father didn't know why, but since his son spoke, he was willing to define it.

The message was sent, and there was a quick reply: "Okay, you can only come here tomorrow, don't play tricks on me."

This person seems quite cautious.

The original owner's father looked at the news, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face: "But I don't have that much money now."

An Rao sighed, and transferred all the appearance fees for participating in the show to the original owner's father: "Tomorrow, you take out the money early, go to the agreed place half an hour in advance, and send me a message when you arrive."

Early the next morning, An Rao got up from the sofa, washed up, put on his hat and was about to go out.

Chu Guannan changed into his tracksuit and came down to go for a morning run, but bumped into An Rao at the door.

"Where are you going?" Chu Guannan asked.

An Rao pinched the brim of his hat and raised the corner of his mouth: "Buy clothes."

"I didn't just buy it." Chu Guannan frowned, obviously not believing it.

"Who would think there are too many clothes? I'm going out, my husband, please wait for me to come back." An Rao put on a mask, broke away from Chu Guannan's hand, and ran out of the house in a hurry.

After leaving the community, he opened his mobile wallet.

Balance: 402.3 yuan.

He has been making money, why is he still so poor.

An Rao came to a remote clothing wholesale market by car. Looking around, the narrow alley was crowded with clothes stalls.

And the clothes sold here look very cheap.

He turned around and stopped in front of a small shop, touched the pink fake fur hanging at the door, and asked the price.

"We just opened, so it's cheaper for you, take two hundred." The boss said.

"Can't it be cheaper?"

"What's the matter with you young man, you don't want to spend two hundred on clothes for your girlfriend?"

"100 yuan, if you can sell it, you can sell it, if you can't sell it, I will sell it."

"Are you playing with me?! A hundred purchase price is not enough, how can you cut it in half!"

An Rao turned his head and left.

"Forget it, let's be honest, you take one hundred and fifty."

An Rao was very firm: "One hundred cannot be more."

"All right, one hundred and one hundred! Really."

After walking around the market, An Rao came out with a few cheap packaging bags, found a public restroom and went in.

when coming out—

A man came in whistling, and when he saw An Rao, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked up at the gender sign on the door.

half an hour.

"Ah! There are female hooligans!"

……

On the crowded street, passers-by were chatting or looking at their mobile phones, and suddenly a black shadow floated in front of them. They looked up curiously, and for a moment, their eyeballs stared like copper bells.

The slender and tall woman is wearing a leather miniskirt, patent leather crimson high-heeled shoes that elongate her legs infinitely, pink fur against her snow-like skin, big maroon waves are crisp and bouncing, her palm-sized delicate face is partially covered by sunglasses.

"This figure..." Passers-by couldn't help sighing, their eyes following the figure.

"It's so tall, it's a model, this leg."

Some thugs even quietly took out their mobile phones, switched to the front camera, and secretly poked the mobile phone under her skirt when the woman came over.

With a "snap", the phone was held down.

The little ruffian slowly raised his head.

That woman, whose eyes were covered by sunglasses, with a smile as cold as a knife on the corner of her mouth, was holding his hand tightly.

"It hurts, it hurts, I'm wrong, I don't dare to do it again!"

The woman shook off him, took out a tissue from her satchel and wiped her hands.

Passing through a line of curious eyes, the woman turned into a small alley.

An Rao breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to lift the thick chest pad.

Being a woman is hard work...

But the creditor is so shrewd, if he is scurrying around in the same way as before, he will reveal his secrets if he doesn't keep it all, and disguise himself as a woman to do things.

The phone rang suddenly.

He picked it up and saw that it was Chu Guannan who sent him a message:

[Where is it, I haven't come back yet. 】

An Rao sent a message back: "I'm done shopping for clothes, I'm having dinner with my dad, I'll be back later—"

[I didn't just see it last night. 】

【I don’t think it’s too much to see my father, don’t worry, Chirp——】

[Understood, be careful. 】

Putting away the phone, An Rao straightened his wig against the glass beside him.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, he came near the original owner's father's house. As soon as he glanced at it, he saw the original owner's father sitting in front of the wonton stall with his head down, searching for each word on his old-fashioned mobile phone with buttons.

Not long after, An Rao received a message: "Rao Rao, Dad has arrived."

[Well, is there anyone else near you? 】

[In addition to the stall owner, there seems to be a custom street lady. 】

An Rao looked up and looked around.

No one was there but him.

So the one standing on the street... is he?

At five o'clock sharp, a chubby figure came to the stall and sat down like a thief looking around.

The man was wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses and a mask tightly covered, more famous than a star.

But this frame seems a bit familiar.

An Rao leaned against the wall and pressed his sunglasses down.

"Why did you pay back the money so early this month?" The fat man opened his mouth and asked.

This voice is also familiar.

The original owner's father took out a cloth bag wrapped in red cloth from his pocket, and opened it tremblingly: "There are only tens of thousands left, and I don't want to drag it any longer. You can check it carefully."

Plump Dundun looked at him suspiciously, pulled the red cloth bag on his lap, blocked it with his body, and then quickly twirled the bright red hundred-yuan bill with his fingers.

"Okay, just right." Fat Dundun put the money in his arms and got up to leave.

"Wait a minute, you can give me the IOU." The original owner's father hurriedly called him to stop.

"You old thing is so annoying, can I still lie to you for this little money?"

"But I have to give the IOU..."

"I said you...huh?!"

The chubby hand was suddenly squeezed hard.

He raised his head, and in front of him was a delicate little face half obscured by sunglasses.

The chubby eyes looked from the top of his head to his feet, and he was happy.

"Miss, come out to solicit customers at five o'clock? You are too impatient."

"Of course I'm impatient. Wouldn't it be a pity to let you run away with such a big fat fish?" As he said, he raised his hand and patted his fat face jokingly.

Fat Dundun put his backhand on the young lady's shoulders, and looked up at her: "It just so happens that I received a huge sum of money today, so I will take you to enjoy it. Tell me where you want to go."

The lady thought for a while, and a rose-like smile bloomed on the corner of her lips: "The police station."

Fat Dundun: "?"

"Dad! Hold him down for me!"

The young lady suddenly twisted the fat man's arm with her backhand, twisted it behind her and pressed him against the food stall, and pulled off his mask.

Oh, it really is him.

Fat Dundun was stunned for a moment, then struggled vigorously: "Who are you! What do you want to do!"

Hearing the familiar voice, the original owner's father quickly closed his mouth wide open in astonishment, and trotted over to help hold Fat Dundun down.

Although Fat Dundun was not light in weight, he was fat and had no backhand ability. He was dragged by two people to the nearest police station.

An Rao pushed him hard: "Officer, I caught a loan shark for you."

Not only loan sharks, but also familiar faces.

An Rao never expected that the creditor turned out to be Lin Jingxi's assistant, Xiao Zhu.

The little chubby guy who used to show off his might in front of him.

The policeman hurried out after receiving the news, looked at An Rao for a while, and after a while, he exclaimed, "Mr. An?!"

Xiao Zhu was handcuffed, and sat in front of the police with snot and tears. Before the police could ask him, he began to cry and complain that he was also ordered by others.

An Rao and the original owner's father sat in the back. The original owner's father looked at An Rao's ankle that was rubbed red by the inferior high-heeled shoes, and rubbed it distressedly: "Forgive Rao, does the foot hurt?"

An Rao: "Dad, it hurts—"

The original owner's father got up quickly: "Dad is going out to buy you a pair of flat shoes."

Before An Rao could refuse, he ran out of the police station in a hurry.

Looking at his back, An Rao laughed.

Heart warm.

The policeman was impatient with Xiao Zhu's crying, and slammed the table: "Don't cry! Are you annoying?"

Xiao Zhu immediately stopped crying, buried her head very low, and sobbed softly.

It's over, why was An Rao caught? !

Still dressed like that, he didn't recognize it at all, he was careless!

An Rao looked at him with great interest, took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording function, set it on the table, raised his long legs and started watching the show.

"Let's talk about the whole process of usury gambling." The policeman looked at him coldly, with an irresistible majesty in his voice.

Xiao Zhu covered her eyes, shaking like chaff.

"That's...the leader told me to look for those who are in urgent need of money, and told them that they can gamble hundreds of thousands in one night, and then... I found An Shouyi."

An Rao's smile faded little by little, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"At that time, An Shouyi needed money for his son to manage the top management of the entertainment company. He didn't understand anything, he looked very deceptive, he hadn't read the book, and he didn't know the law, so..."

"So who ordered you to do this."

Xiao Zhu tightened her body and fell silent suddenly.

The policeman slapped the table, pointed at him and said angrily: "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise we don't mind labeling you as the chief envoy. If you confess, you will be regarded as an accomplice at most. If you continue to pretend to be dumb, think about it for yourself. "

Xiao Zhu cried out, "It's my boss! My boss asked me to do this!"

The policeman glanced at Xiaozhu's personal file on the computer: "You mean Lin Changming."

"No, my boss is... Lin Jingxi."

The two policemen looked at each other suspiciously.

In an instant, An Rao suddenly understood what was the meaning of the original owner's message to Lin Jingxi:

[You know what you have done. 】

But at that time, the original owner shouted and beat him, and no one believed what he said.

The policeman narrowed his eyes: "How much do you know about Jin Zhehui's underground casino, I want to listen to you truthfully."

Xiao Zhu hesitated, perhaps because she dared not speak.

After all, with Lin Jingxi's family's financial power, it's like playing with him to death.

Seeing Xiao Zhu's silence, the police also understood.

No wonder the procuratorate did not find any information about Jin Zhehui's underground casino from Lin Changming at the beginning. It turned out that it was handed over to his son to take care of it.

And at that time, Lin Changming just invested in a movie, so he washed the stolen money silently.

The police didn't waste any more time with him, picked up the big cap, stood up, and said to the colleagues beside him, "Notify the procuratorate, and focus on investigating Lin Jingxi."

He squinted at Xiao Zhu: "As for this person, he will be temporarily detained."

An Rao walked slowly on the road with the original owner's father in soft flat shoes.

The sunset is gentle, dyeing the sky red.

"Does the foot still hurt?" the original owner's father asked worriedly.

"pain--"

The original owner's father heard a sound of pain, and immediately bent down: "Daddy carries you."

An Rao covered his mouth and smiled, pointing to his miniskirt: "It will be gone."

The original owner's father rubbed his hands, muttered twice, raised his hand to hail a taxi, and then took out a stack of old banknotes from his pocket, all of which were ten yuan and 20 yuan in change.

He sent An Rao to the car, handed the money to the driver and told him: "You can enter the community of Guanlan Yipin, teacher, can you send the child to the bottom of the building?"

He said to An Rao again: "Go downstairs and call Xiao Chu to ask him to come down to pick you up."

An Rao smiled: "Dad, it's not like I broke my leg. Don't worry, just go back."

Close the door and the car starts slowly.

An Rao looked back.

The original owner's father stood in the setting sun, revealing a trace of loneliness, his eyes were fixed on the back of the taxi leaving.

It turns out that this is Dad.

very nice.

The original owner is really happy.

The car drove into Guanlan Yipin and stopped downstairs.

An Rao got out of the car and suddenly tapped his forehead.

Crap!I forgot the clothes I wore when I went out at the police station.

He looked around, tugged on his short skirt, and entered the elevator.

Standing at the door, he leaned on the door and listened to the movement inside.

Quietly.

Chu Guannan should have fallen asleep.

He pressed the fingerprint lock and opened the door carefully.

The house was pitch black.

so far so good.

He closed the door on tiptoe, took off his shoes and walked in with bare feet.

Be careful, go and change your clothes first.

An Rao had just walked to the door of the bathroom, and there was a "click", and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes under the glare of the light.

Chu Guannan's frosty face instantly came into view.

His gaze traveled from the top of An Rao's head to the bottom of his feet.

An Rao's eyes widened suddenly, he lifted his feet and ran to the bathroom.

Why is he hiding here!

Finished!

The next moment, his wrist was pinched severely, and then he was dragged out of the bathroom.

An Rao stretched out his hand to hold the short skirt, and smiled, trying to get away with it.

Chu Guannan glanced over An Rao's short skirt again, his eyes darkened.

"It's not about eating with Dad."

"It's dinner with Dad." An Rao retracted his hand vigorously.

"Do you want to dress like this for dinner with Dad?"

An Rao shrank his neck, not knowing how to answer.

Chu Guannan suddenly committed himself, put his arms around An Rao's waist and carried him on his shoulders, and walked upstairs with long legs.

"Let me down, husband, I don't dare anymore, I really didn't do anything bad." An Rao tried the last struggle.

Chu Guannan pushed open the bedroom door vigorously, and threw An Rao onto the bed.

Just as An Rao was about to get up, his tall figure was pressed down, and his hands were pinched together and raised above his head.

Chu Guannan is really terrifying, with such strength and figure.

"Tell me, how many people have seen you like this." Chu Guannan tried his best to suppress his voice, his whole body exuded a cold air.

"Yes... I don't know either."

"I don't know? I can't count it." Chu Guannan's hands increased a bit.

"I was really wrong, husband, don't be angry."

"You were not allowed to show your waist, so you changed to show your legs." Chu Guannan lowered his head, and put the tip of his nose on An Rao's nose.

"What I can explain is not what you think." An Rao forced out two tears.

Chu Guannan straightened up slowly, looked down at him: "Then explain."

"I'm just... for..." How should I explain it.

Seeing that An Rao was hesitating for a long time and couldn't explain why, Chu Guannan completely lost his patience.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit An Rao's neck hard.

A slight pain came, and An Rao conditioned himself to shrink back, but Chu Guannan held down his legs hard.Immediately afterwards, the pain of being bitten came from his thigh, and hot kisses fell densely, making him tremble with pain.

Chu Guannan was so heavy that he couldn't push it away.

His heart trembled violently, a strong sense of fainting surged into his brain, and the numbness slid down his thighs all the way, but suddenly stopped at his ankles.

An Rao managed to catch his breath, and looked down.

Chu Guannan was studying his ankle carefully, and his eyes fell on the heel that was rubbed red by the high heels.

After a while, he straightened up, got out of bed, and walked out of the room.

An Rao quickly wrapped up the fake fur and ran to the door.

As soon as he reached the door, the tall figure forced him back again.

Holding the ointment in his hand, Chu Guannan said coldly, "Go and sit on the bed."

An Rao shivered, turned back to the bed obediently, put his legs together, and put his hands on his knees obediently, very cute JPG;

"I don't understand, what are you trying to do." Chu Guannan dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, and gently applied it on his heels.

"Are you distressed?" An Rao asked with a smile.

Chu Guannan snapped his fingers.

After a long time, I heard him softly "hmm".

"Boom!" My heart suddenly missed a beat.

An Rao clenched his fingers, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

"Actually, I really went to see my father and deal with other things by the way, but I definitely did nothing wrong. Anyway, you will know later." An Rao lowered his head and his voice was low.

Chu Guannan didn't make a sound, he lowered his head and carefully applied the ointment.

After applying the ointment, he stood up, suddenly broke off the back of An Rao's head, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Got it, but don't worry me."

After that, he turned and walked out of the room.

After being dazed for a long time, An Rao slowly raised his hand and stroked the kissed spot on his forehead.

It was very hot.

After taking a shower, An Rao sat on the sofa and was about to fall asleep when a push message popped up on his phone:

[Adventure He Superman: Surrounded by gunfire and roses in Lebanon, the crossfire narrowly escaped danger. 】

Great, it's not easy for He Chaoren to update once.

He immediately clicked on the video and followed Superman He to Lebanon, where the artillery was intertwined.

He Chaoren is An Rao's favorite adventure blogger. He has traveled almost all over the world. No matter how difficult it is, he has a way to go there. Except for Mr. Bei, An Rao's favorite is him, and he even wants to In the past, I can go to He Chaoren's team and be an umbrella assistant for him.

But as soon as he passed through the book, he was completely imprisoned by the word "poor", and there was also Chu Guannan...

An Rao touched his forehead, remembering his indifferent "um".

Up to now, he has no intention of divorcing at all, and it seems that after getting along for a long time, his feelings are slowly revealed.

Does he really like him?

Or just because of the marriage agreement.

But I really want to travel and explore, I want to see the outside world, especially after I have been to England, this idea is even stronger.

An Rao stroked his chin and analyzed carefully.

That's right, Chu Guannan must have acted, otherwise he wouldn't let himself sleep on the sofa for so long and ignore it.

Don't worry, don't worry, go to sleep.

An Rao pulled back the quilt, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

tick - tick -

The hour hand circled the dial and stopped next to 2.

A tall figure appeared on the stairs, stepping on the floor with bare feet and gently descending the stairs.

Looking at the sleeping person on the sofa, he slowly leaned over, put his hands under the quilt, and passed under his legs.

Gently, slowly, hug him horizontally.

Then gently and slowly carried him up to the second floor, and carefully placed him on the bed.

The hour hand made a few laps again and stopped next to 7.

The tall figure sat up from the bed, picked up the person next to him horizontally, gently carried him downstairs and put him back on the sofa.

Since he doesn't want to sleep with him, then take the trouble and set the alarm clock.

Early in the morning, An Rao was woken up by frantic phone calls.

I took a look at the phone, it was a local unknown number.

He sat up, stared blankly and answered the phone: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Ann! Rao!" The roar on the other side gave An Rao a hammer through the phone.

Oh, it turned out to be Zhang Ze'an. If your phone number is blocked, you can call from another number, right?

An Rao was about to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up first, I really have something very important to ask you this time." Zhang Ze'an seemed to expect that An Rao would definitely hang up on him, so he hurriedly said.

"Have you paid your taxes?"

As important as this?

"Brother, grandpa, ancestor, I beg you to hurry up and hand it over. You can check it online. The National Daily has criticized you by name. If your reputation is just right, don't make such fools."

An Rao hung up the phone and opened Weibo.

Hot search two:

#国民日报 roll call Anrao#

#林爸爸，大taxpayer#

Click on the first article, National Daily:

[Paying taxes is the obligation and responsibility of every citizen. We should resolutely resist tax evasion by public artists and avoid causing adverse effects on young people. 】

Click on the second article, it is Lin Jingxi's Weibo post early in the morning:

[Is it okay to show off a little? 】

In the picture below, Lin Jingxi is holding a certificate, which is the "Excellent Taxpayer Award" issued by the tax bureau. The name of the recipient is Lin Changming.

The comments were beaming:

[Wow!Excellent taxpaying citizen, Papa Lin Saigao! 】

【Kiss me Xibao, kiss Papa Lin! 】

[Just because An SJ gave us national education, I changed my opinion of him in one breath. I thought he was very smart. Now it seems that he is smart, but he is useless in the right way. 】

[@安洛, face hurts, learn a little bit, your behavior is no different from that of a thief. 】

[@安拉, the rule of law coffee is the rule of law coffee, bad artists get out of the entertainment circle, please? 】

[Being a mistress and evading taxes, An Rao really has you. 】

[Hahaha "excellent citizen". 】

【ha?Didn't your family, Lin Hanjian, also engage in ticket swiping?Who are you kidding here. 】

【Does Muyang Dog dare to come out and jump? 】

[Thank you, Miss Zhan. I don’t know, don’t open your mouth and compare nonsense, An Rao fans really don’t have a good IQ. 】

Looking at it, An Rao's phone popped up a WX message.

Yin Xueya: "Bao, what's going on?"

An Rao replied: "Sister Xueya, don't worry."

Yin Xueya: "I'm not in a hurry, my dad is in a hurry, his old man is about to cry."

An Rao: "Why is he in a hurry."

Yin Xueya: "Guess."

Immediately afterwards, news from all walks of life came one after another.

Du Yueling: "What's the matter with you, hurry up and pay the tax, it's not a lot, I'll take the money you need."

Shen Weizhou: "Baby, are you short of money? Shall I borrow it from you first?"

Su Xiangming: "Brother, are you okay, you need money to speak up, those fans' mouths are so stinky, tell me if you have something to do."

Yin Qingyuan: "Brother Rao, QAQ, I still have some savings, why don't I give you an emergency first." The child directly transferred 1 yuan.

Principal Chen of Tugouba Elementary School: "Xiao'an, I believe you would not do such a thing. If there is a misunderstanding, please speak up."

An Rao laughed out loud.

These people are really cute.

For a while, almost all the artists were afraid of being affected by this incident, and they all posted on Weibo, posting their tax returns:

[No point is missing, don't worry everyone. 】

Now the Internet is basically one-sided, An Rao's fans dare not speak out, Lin Jingxi's fans are jumping around, posting screenshots everywhere, jumping up and down the Internet to call for a boycott of bad artists.

The topic building is faster than Mount Everest, and those who don't know it think there is some great happy event.

Unknown passers-by also joined in:

[Boycott bad artists, don't lead bad teenagers. 】

[Boycott bad artists! @安拉, people have posted their tax bills, so it's up to you. 】

[Isn't your husband Chu Guannan?Still short of this money?If you don't look up Chu Guannan@tax bureau, I suspect that he and his wife are the same. 】

[Why doesn't this artist come out and say something, is he going to be a coward? 】

Soon, the topic of #反志贴书艺术人# topped the list of hot searches.

But in the midst of a carnival calling for a boycott of bad artists, when all the artists were eager to get rid of An Rao, Yin Xueya quietly posted a Weibo:

【I believe in him. 】

Immediately afterwards, Su Xiangming reposted this Weibo with the caption: "I trust him."

Next, Li Meiwei, Yin Qingyuan, Du Yueling, Shen Weizhou and others reposted Weibo with the caption: "I believe him."

Even the director of "You Are My Answer" forwarded Weibo: "I believe him."

As soon as this Weibo was posted, the number of followers of several people dropped gradually, dropping 10,000+ in just half a day.

An Rao became happier the more he watched, and even hummed a song.

Chu Guannan went downstairs, holding the phone tightly in his hand.

He put on his clothes and pulled An Rao up: "Go, go to the tax office."

"I won't go." An Rao struggled hard.

Chu Guannan frowned: "What exactly do you want?"

An Rao hooked his fingers at him.

After a long silence, Chu Guannan listened to him.

An Rao smiled and said, "I'm waiting, the rain is about to come and the building is full of wind."

the other side.

I hope that the staff of the primary school engineering office will sort out the donations made in the past few months while eating melons.

He had just turned over a donation slip when his fingers suddenly stopped and he turned it back slowly.

Um?What is this?

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