Married with the villain after wearing a book

"That is to say, the real young master of the Sang family is coming back?"

Sancho forked up the beef on the dinner plate, dipped it in the sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. His beautiful thick face was rounded, and the evoked fox eyes still showed a little sleepiness.

At the dining table of the Sang family, the others were silent, watching Sancho eat one mouthful after another.

As if it was his last meal.

Sancho really thought so in his heart, joke, his fake young master is about to start his life of cannon fodder to death, isn't this the last good meal.

"The family has raised you for 20 years. Even if you are wronged, there is still family affection. If you sign this statement of severing ties, the family will distribute dividends to your company as compensation every year." As the head of the family, Sang Qiyuan can only support him at this time let's talk.

The man looked at the young man, and lowered his voice again, "I'm sorry, Xiao Qiao, Dad has no other choice."

Sancho picked up the agreement on one side, looked at it, and signed his name without hesitation, "It's okay, I understand, when will he come?"

Only then did Fang Xian dare to make a sound, her eyes were red and she kept wiping away her tears, and she choked up and said, "It's coming tomorrow, mom bought you an apartment, you just need to move there before he comes."

"Everything is ready over there, just pack your clothes."

Sancho put down his pen and got up, and smiled at the parents of the Sang family, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Quickly going upstairs, the young man closed the door and let out a long breath, leaning against the door panel to recall the plot.

He wore a book, on the body of the wealthy fake young master Sancho. In the book, the fake young master was dissatisfied and kicked out of the house. She was abused to the point where she was badly tortured, and ended up tragically.

Standard cannon fodder.

Now that Sancho holds the script in his hand, how dare he provoke the protagonist. Besides, in the book, the parents of the Sang family are really nice to the original owner. He has nothing to pursue, he has a house and money, and even a bicycle.

The truth is to stay away from the real young master and live well.

After packing his luggage, Sancho was about to leave with the suitcase, but in the living room downstairs, he saw the real young master, Ringo, who came back early.

The young man with a cold temperament stood in the living room, his eyes were calm, like a beautiful and noble cat of noble blood came here.

In front of him, the parents of the Sang family looked a little short, a little submissive, and completely devoid of the excitement and warmth of meeting their own son as expected.

Sancho silently recalled the plot in the book on the stairs.

Lin Biao is worthy of being a real young master. Even when he was a child and grew up, he still has a lot of golden fingers and countless vests. If he just picks up any one, he can crush the Sang family to death.

Although the Sang family is a wealthy family, it is not as good as Ringo's Goldfinger. Moreover, Ringo did not change his name after returning home, and his relationship with his family has always been cold. It was not until Sang's mother became seriously ill with cancer that it eased.

Mama-san, take care of yourself!

"Yu Xiu from the Yu family needs someone to be happy with. I've already contacted the Yu family. Do you have any suggestions?" Lingo said coldly.

The living room was silent for a moment, Sancho looked around and pointed to himself, "Ah, you mean me?"

"Otherwise." Lingo frowned at him.

Sancho leaned on the railing, very strange, and explained earnestly, "I thought you were talking about yourself, and then you were asking your parents' opinions. Look at you, you don't add a subject when you talk. It's not good. I suggest you go back to elementary school and re-read."

After speaking, he realized that he was a cannon fodder, and immediately stopped his provocative behavior, and went downstairs with the suitcase thumping, "Mom and Dad, I am not your son after I leave this door, you..."

Just as Fang Xian was about to wipe away her tears, she heard Sancho go on to say, "If you have any other money, just give it to me."

In the future, I will try to be as rare as possible. You are safe, and I am safe.

Fang Xian's tears were stuck in her eyes, San Qiao winked mischievously at her, waved at Sang Qiyuan, brushed shoulders with Lin Po, and left gracefully.

Looking at a yard of bodyguards dressed in black, he came back chicly, and said modestly, "There's no need to send me off so grandly, is there?"

"Today you only have one place to go, and that is Yu's house." Lingo looked cold and impatient.

Sang Qiyuan was a little annoyed, "You, how can you casually..."

"I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." Ringo interrupted his father, turned and left.

Sang Qiyuan's chest heaved with anger, but he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Sancho felt sorry for him, he let go of the suitcase and poured a glass of water, "Dad, don't be angry."

"Isn't it the Yu family? Just go, Mom, can you sell the small apartment you gave me and give me cash?"

Yu Xiu, he just remembered who it was.

If he is the cannon fodder who pulls on the protagonist's halo, Yu Xiu is the cannon fodder male supporting role who shows the protagonist's business ambitions.

Well, cannon fodder matches cannon fodder, and their ashes will have to be sprinkled together in the future.

In Sanqiao's eyes, Yu Xiu took the protagonist Gong's script. He was blind since childhood, became crippled in a car accident when he grew up, and was not favored at home, so he just relied on himself to fight against Gong!

Compared to the fact that he only competed against the protagonist with [-] words, Yu Xiu is really too strong.

Now he doesn't want to fight a word.

Yu Xiu has more than a year left, but in the book, the original owner did not marry Yu Xiu, and Lingo didn't have this idea at all.

Why was it different when he came here?

Don't let the eyes of the sky open, right? Damn it.

"Little Qiao, you..." Sang Qiyuan wanted to stop him, but Sang Qiao patted him reassuringly, "It's okay, if you can't bear it in your heart, you can just quietly give me more money later, avoiding Lino."

"Mom, take good care of your body and have regular physical examinations. Cancer is no joke."

Another stalk in Fang Xian's mind, "Ah, ah?"

After Sancho finished speaking, he directly pulled the box out, his back was quite righteous, "Let's go."

***

More than an hour later, Sancho sat in the living room of Yu's house, looking at the two agreements in front of him, without blinking his eyes.

Mainly counting zeroes and marital obligations.

"You understand the situation, and our request to you is also very simple, be obedient and honest." Yu Xiu's uncle said in a deep voice.

Sancho said in his heart that I understood it thoroughly, "Okay."

The young man's signature was flabbergasted, Yu Xiu's aunt took a look and frowned, "Master Sang, don't try to fool us with a fake signature, it has legal effect."

"No," Sancho blinked blankly, looked down, a little shy, "Sorry, that's how I write."

Elementary school fonts, I laughed.

The people around choked, Sancho put away his share, "Where is Mr. Yu now?"

"I'll send someone to take you there." Yu Xiu's aunt got up to see off the guests.

Yu Xiu's uncle is now in power in the Yu family, and Yu Xiu has long been sent out on the pretext that he is not in good health and needs to rest, so he doesn't live at home.

After arriving at a certain mansion, there was a housekeeper waiting at the door, and he took the suitcase from Sancho, "Master Sang, good afternoon, sir is waiting for you in the living room."

"Are you in such a hurry to get married?" Sancho blurted out, blushing slightly, "I'm not ready yet."

The butler was silent, Sancho looked around and began to guess Yu Xiu's appearance.

There is not much written in the book, after all, he is also a cannon fodder. According to the plot, he should be sinister and unruly, scheming, with long and narrow eyes always harboring malicious intentions, pale face and bad temper.

Stepping into the bright living room, the man in the wheelchair seemed to notice something, and turned his face to look.

Sancho took a breath, his eyes dazed for a few seconds, and then he asked sincerely, "Husband, do you really only have more than a year left?"

"If I want to force you to live a few more years, you won't think I'm ignorant?"