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After finally ending today's live broadcast, Han Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When he saw Zhou Yan's barrage, he almost couldn't help laughing, but fortunately, he took a sip of water in time to cover it up.

Mentioning Zhou Yan, Han Yu felt a little sorry for him, wondering how Zhou Yan would feel when she knew that she had lied to him for such a thing.

It should be uncomfortable...

Han Yu silently crushed the mint candy in his mouth, the fresh taste filled his mouth and reached his temples, which made him sober up a lot.

I went to the background to check my income today, and generally speaking, it should be a good number.

Han Yu smiled wearily, turned on the phone and found the number of the introducer before, and was about to start a part-time job at night.

"That bar at the East Avenue?" Han Xie walked out of the Internet cafe after paying the Internet fee, "Yes, I know, come here now."

Han Xi swept a small electric car and rushed to the place reported by the introducer. The wind was a bit strong, and the face was sore, and there was a patter of light not far ahead.

"I said, can you concentrate on drinking!" Liang Liang raised her hand and slapped Zhou Yan on the back of the head, "Will you be able to see flowers by staring at your phone every day?"

Zhou Yan touched his head abnormally, looked at the newly built fan group with a smile and said, "Almost, hehe."

Liang Liang gave him a white look, pointed to the dance floor not far away and said, "Dancing?"

Zhou Yan glanced hastily, and refused: "No, I have business to do."

"Hey, forget about your day-to-day work, and it's a disappointment to go out to drink!" Liang Liang snatched his mobile phone, "I want to see what's wrong with you."

"The strongest fan support group on the surface of HAN?" Liang Liang looked at the screenshots just uploaded on the interface, "Why does this person look familiar?"

"Is it Han Yu?" Liang Liang asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Yeah." Zhou Yan grabbed the phone back with a helpless smile.

"Wait..." Liang Liang seemed to realize something, she was so excited that she didn't know where to put her finger, she pointed at Zhou Yan and said, "You don't know, you don't like him!"

Zhou Yan paused, picked up the wine next to him, took two gulps and admitted.

"You, me, my God!" Liang Liang covered her mouth with her hand, "Beast!"

Zhou Yan took a sip of the wine and it got stuck in his throat, "Ahem..."

"How old is Han Yu! Why do you think so dirty!" Liang Liang slapped Zhou Yan hard, stomping her feet and covering her face. Zhou Yan didn't know whether she was excited or angry.

"Cough...wait, what have I done to make my thoughts dirty?" Zhou Yan shouted grievances while guarding his phone.

"Then I don't know." Liang Liang looked at him deeply and said, "You have never been serious since I met you, who knows how many shameful things you have done in private. "

Zhou Yan couldn't laugh or cry, it seemed like this, forcibly abducting other people's children back home, and forcibly kissing him a few days ago...

Tsk...Zhou Yan, you are really not human...

"Eh...look at your wretched smile," Liang Liang slapped him on the back resentfully, "Okay, you can slowly get drunk here, I'm going to see if there are any handsome guys. "

Zhou Yan leaned back and adjusted the most comfortable posture for holding the phone.

This screen name has to be changed, otherwise it will be too obvious, and you can know your identity at a glance.

Zhou Yan was happily changing netizens, and Liang Liang who was next to him suddenly shook him vigorously with her hand, "Zhou dog, Zhou Yan! Quickly, take a look at that one over the bar."

Zhou Yan muttered unhappily, then looked up in the direction Liang Liang pointed.

A tall man was sitting on the bar counter drinking alone. The light in the bar was a little dim. Zhou Yan couldn't see his face clearly for a while, and when he was about to squint his eyes to see clearly, a drinker next to him The waiter caught his attention.

Wait, this height, and...side profile...

Is it Han Yu? !

Zhou Yan sat up straight immediately, and Liang Liang hurriedly asked him, "How is it? Is that man handsome?"

Brushing away Liang Liang's tightly clenched hand, Zhou Yan strode towards the bar.

Why is Han Xi here?

After standing still at the bar, Zhou Yan ordered a glass of wine with a blank expression.

Han Yu turned around and said with a smile, "Your wine will be served soon...Yan, brother."

His smile gradually froze, "Is your drink ready soon?" Han Xie turned around immediately after speaking, Zhou Yan grabbed his arm and forced him to drink and look at her.

"Why are you here?" There was something in Zhou Yan's eyes that Han Yu couldn't understand, and he didn't dare to look up.

"Speak." Zhou Yan's voice was clear but cold, and some people beside him were already urging alcohol impatiently, and Han Yu wanted to break free from Zhou Yan's hand.

"This, I'll explain it later..." Han Xi lowered her head, almost begging him.

Zhou Yan let out a breath, broke into the bar and dragged Han Xi out, and dragged him through the crowd.

He must be hiding something from me.

why did not you tell me?

The fire in Zhou Yan's chest was burning up little by little. He thought of Han Yu's bloody face that day for no reason, and his heart felt like a knife was being cut, and he felt colic.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan! You hurt me!" Han Yu shook off Zhou Yan's clenched hand, and a little bit of bruising appeared on her wrist, "I've said it, and I can explain it!"

"Okay," Zhou Yan angrily pinned Han Yu against the wall with his hands, and lowered his head to force him to look at him, "Come on, explain, I'll give you a chance now."

Han Yu swallowed, Zhou Yan was too close, and he could feel the violent rise and fall of Zhou Yan's chest from a little distance, as well as the fiery breath on his neck.

Han Yu slightly opened the distance between the two of them with his hands, and Zhou Yan never thought that Zhou Yan would take another step closer, and his whole body was almost on Han Yu's body.

From the perspective of passers-by, the two of them were close to kissing, and Han Xi blushed.

The dim purple light of the bar hit his face, and Han Yu's eyes looked hazy.Zhou Yan sighed, leaving a little space, and Han Xi took the opportunity to catch his breath.

"I," Han Yu said with difficulty, "I took out a high|interest|loan."

"I'll fuck you..." Zhou Yan slammed his fist on the wall next to Han Yu, and it took a lot of stamina to prevent himself from swearing, "Are you sick, touch that thing?!"

Han Yu couldn't lift her head at all, and Zhou Yan was on the verge of breaking out.

Although he really didn't want to tell Zhou Yan about it, judging from the current situation, he had to tell him the truth.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "How much did you borrow? What are you borrowing for?"

Han Xie's brain was running fast, and he said cautiously, "Sixty thousand?"

Zhou Yan was about to be laughed at by him. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Ask me how much you fucking borrowed? Little turtle bastard, you must have borrowed more than [-] yuan. Come on, how much is it?" ?”

"One hundred thousand." Han Yu's voice was almost inaudible, and Zhou Yan almost ran away again.

"One hundred thousand?!" Zhou Yan's face twisted a little, "Okay, it's okay, what are you doing with this money? Hmm?"

Zhou Yan's facial expression management has been brought to the extreme, and he still smiles when talking to Han Xie, but his face is a bit ferocious when he smiles.

Han Yu broke into a cold sweat quietly, and said ten thousand words of sorry to Wang Xia in her heart.

"Wang Xia is seriously ill, and he still hasn't paid for the surgery." Han Xie felt a lot lighter when he said it in one breath.

However, when the first lie came out, he had to use one lie after another to cover it up. When Zhou Yan let Han Yu go, he didn't know which sentence he said was true and which sentence was true. The words are false.

"What?!" Wang Xia almost trembled with his peeing hand: "When did I get uremia?"

"No, it was once, I got it once, you know what I mean." Han Xie put the phone away a little, and explained in a low voice.

"I know shit!" Wang Xia almost jumped up, "I'm in good health, don't curse me!"

Han Yu pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly, "Let me tell you the truth, because I wanted to borrow a sum of money from Zhou Yan, I really couldn't think of a way, so I said that you had an operation before, and now you can't pay the debt."

Wang Xia nodded half-understanding, and Han Yu continued to tell him: "If Zhou Yan comes to you at that time, you can make yourself worse."

"How miserable?" Wang Xia asked.

"As miserable as it needs to be." Han Xie said firmly.

As a result, after Zhou Yan helped him repay the 10 yuan, Wang Xia didn't get a chance to sell miserably—Zhou Yan never came to him at all.

"Let me tell you, it's illegal to borrow this thing, do you know?" Zhou Yan was still pointing at Han Yu when he came out of the bank.

"If you lend me something, I won't be able to get you out of the police!" The more he said, the more angry he became.

Han Xi followed behind Zhou Yan with his head down, feeling guilt in his heart. Since he was a child, he has been used to lying to survive. He never knew that lying can make people feel so uncomfortable.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Han Xie said softly after fastening her seat belt.

Zhou Yan couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Can I pay back the money just by saying I'm sorry?"

Han Yu stared at him blankly, "No."

"Damn," Zhou Yan was so angry that he almost lost his mind, "For this account, do you think you should at least go back and let me do it again."

"Huh, huh?" Han Yu blushed suddenly, "I, I'm not ready yet..."

"You are ready to fuck, you are ready!" Zhou Yan laughed completely, "Go back and write me a fake note and sign the contract!"

"Sign the contract again? I'll write you a note directly."

"No, it's not negotiable."

……

Han Wei woke up in the desolate open space, his face was itchy, and he raised his hand to touch a few small ants.

This was the third time this week that he woke up in a strange place. He slowly got up, touched his chin, and then stumbled out of the open space along the path.

Behind him, a piece of scorched tinfoil fluttered with the wind to the ground full of weeds.

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The author rests his cheeks in meditation~