How to Survive As a Villain

Xiao Yuan stood up abruptly, then sat back in a daze.

Will the sun rise in the west?Won't.Will sea water flood it?Won't.Does it snow in summer?Won't.Will the stallion hero not flirt with his sister?Won't.But Yan Heqing said he didn't have a girl!He doesn't even have a girl! ?

what's the situation!Has this book gone from a stallion to a solid alternate history? !

Is this worthy of the thousands of readers who come here admiringly? !

Sorry! ! !Of course I'm sorry! ! !

Xiao Yu'an couldn't help yelling in his heart: Go to Nima's stallion essay!Long live the official history!Let's celebrate!Tell everyone!

But if this is the case, wouldn't Yan Heqing have been alone all this time?It's a bit miserable.

Suddenly there was a bright and high-pitched suona sound piercing the sky from outside the wing room, followed by lively gongs, drums and music—it should be the groom coming to pick up the bride.

"Let's go, let's have a wedding!" Xiao Yu'an smiled all over his face, grabbed Yan Heqing's wrist and pulled him up.

The neighbors in Taoyuan Village are harmonious, the family held a wedding banquet, and almost everyone in the town came to celebrate, so there were eighteen tables set up for the banquet, a group of people drinking wine and boxing were very lively, Zhang Baishu insisted on getting drunk Xiao Yuan, the two of them Holding the wine jar and confronting Hao, neither of them would admit defeat, but in the end, both of them lay drunk on the table.

In short, Xiao Yu'an remembered that he was still bumping against Zhang Baishu one second before, and opened his eyes and lay on Yan Heqing's back the next second.

"Brother Yan, you, you carry me back?" Xiao Yu'an said vaguely, wrapping his arms around Yan Heqing's neck.

"En." Yan Heqing responded.

"How is your injury? Can you do it like this? Or you'd better let me down, and I'll go by myself." Xiao Yu'an muttered and struggled.

Yan Heqing stopped and said, "Don't move, I'm fine."

"Oh, okay, okay." Xiao Yu'an calmed down obediently.

Yan Heqing walked slowly towards the mansion again.

Xiao Yu'an was drunk and restless, asking questions non-stop: "Brother Yan, is this the first time you've carried me on your back?"

"Brother Yan, do you know that Xiao Pingyang and Yongning are married?"

"Brother Yan, what does it feel like to like someone?"

Yan Heqing paused, and heard Xiao Yu'an lying on his back, his voice was very soft: "I heard someone say, I like it, but that person is not as beautiful as the lonely plum in the heavy snow, and as mellow as the fragrance of wine blown by the south wind. But the world is full of youth, but you only think about him, are you right?"

Yan Heqing replied: "Yes."

"Brother Yan, haven't you ever experienced love affairs? How do you know?" Xiao Yu'an asked humbly.

Yan Heqing said, "I know."

Xiao Yu'an called out, and fell asleep on Yan Heqing's back.

The night was dark, a wedding banquet ended lively, and everyone felt a little tired. The owner of the small restaurant on the East Street wanted to close the door and not open the door, but as soon as he returned, he saw five or six people dressed in black standing at the door of the restaurant. man.

Naturally, guests have to be received. The boss pulled himself together and opened the door of the restaurant. The man in the lead said in a low voice, "Boss wants some for the room."

"Okay! Wait a moment, sir!" The boss showed a welcoming smile, got up and went to get some keys to the upper rooms and handed them to the men in black.

The man in black at the head took it and thanked him, got up and went upstairs.

The owner of the restaurant yawned and was about to take a rest when he turned around and saw the man in black appearing behind him at some point, which scared him back a few steps.

"Boss." The man in black took out a portrait, spread it out and held it in front of the boss, "Have you seen this man before?"

The owner of the restaurant squinted his eyes and couldn't help chanting the words under the portrait.

"Yan, He, Qing?"

Brother Yan is about to give Mr. Xiao a head-on blow, hehehe [No, then I will draw a cake for you