Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

In the original plot, Xing Yu's end was very miserable.

He felt inferior and self-deprecating, thinking that he was not worthy of Lan Xingli, but he wanted to protect his moonlight forever like a star and not allow anyone to hurt him.

After Lan Xingli and the protagonist had their first misunderstanding, Xing Yu finally lost his mind when he saw him covered in scars and being bullied.

Red Eyes rushed into the company and almost beat the protagonist Lin Zhi to a cripple.

Xing Yu was arrested and sentenced to ten years in prison for intentional injury.

Only then did Lin Zhi know who was drunk that night and treated his subordinate Lan Xingli as a gigolo and forced him.

With guilt and love coexisting in his heart, he patiently pursued Lan Xingli for a full eight years.

When Xing Yu was released, Lan Xingli, who had become a famous designer in the industry, finally accepted the proposal of Lin Zhi, a big shot in the fashion circle.

Xing Yu was still living in the past eight years and couldn't get over it, so he chose the most extreme way.

Duan Wu was just a pursuer of Lan Xingli during college. After some boasting, he asked Xing Yu to follow him closely, like a thief.

I can't understand why Xing Yu has become so obsessed with protecting Lan Xingli. After eight years, even he himself has let it go, but he hasn't.

Duan Wu knew that this was another hidden plot. He pinched Xing Yu, and he put on a somewhat forced smile, and subconsciously went to peel shrimps again.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to eat anymore. I'm already full of anger. Let's go and get on the plane."

Duan Wu, a young internet addict who uses crutches to surf the Internet, immediately lost his face when he found out that the private room he had been using for years was occupied.

"I've booked the Pentakill room all along and paid for it. Who is so blind?"

"I'm sorry classmate, I just got here, please wait a moment and I will give you some advice."

The girl at the front desk was a little confused. When she heard the manager on the other end of the phone say that the five-kill room was indeed reserved by Young Master Duan, her mind went blank. As students of A University, few of them didn't know the name of Duan Wu.

After all, their school's popular new teaching building with air conditioning and elevator was donated by the well-known alumnus Mr. Duan Xiao.

"Pieces, pieces, pieces, pieces..."

Duan Wu put his hand over her mouth and said, "Stop, what are you afraid of? Open another triple room."

"You didn't do it on purpose, can I eat you?"

Well, how did this reputation spread?

The dude is not a hooligan. How could he destroy the body just for a private room?

Watching Duan Wu jumping up and down with his cane, Du Ying felt a sweet smell at the tip of her nose...

"The Warriors" is Duan Wu's favorite shooting game. He and Tong Shao once set a record of staying up all night for 24 hours.

When Old Man Duan found out about this, he took him home and after five minutes of talking to him about reason, his habit of playing games all night long was cured.

"Xiao Wu, if you die suddenly, should I burn our family assets for you?"

A master once said that the most painful thing in the world is to die without spending your money.

Duan Wu agreed with this and in order to spend more of his father's money, he never played games again.

"Fuck, that's awesome, Lao Xing, I'll make up for it, I'll make up for it."

Xing Yu raised his hand and fired a shot with his sniper rifle, and Duan Wu happily rushed forward and took the head.

"Tong Shao, are you sick? Hit me with your car!"

Duan Wu threw the mouse and was about to hit him, Xing Yu hurriedly got out of the car and helped him up, leaving all the medicines in the bag where they were.

"Alright, alright, don't participate in this activity anymore. I'll take Lao Xing to play."

In order to make up for his mistake, Tong Shao fed Duan Wu human heads for an entire afternoon in exchange for an indulgence.

Duan Wu, on the other hand, was impressed by Xing Yu and told him that he could become a professional player, or at worst be a playmate.

In fact, his shooting skills are also first-class, but his personality is that he likes to attack suddenly and he lacks patience. After a few rounds, his KDA is not very good.

"No more fighting, no more fighting." After being tricked by the tenth Lao Liu, Duan Wu finally lost interest.

Fell into a chair bored.

After Xing Yu collected the rewards on the interface for Duan Wu, he used his phone to buy all the gift packs that required money. When he opened his wallet, he accidentally saw a note from someone:

"Siberian Bandit 216"

Him? 216, is that his number?

There was a sudden shock in his heart, and some unexpected expectations surged in like a tide, filling his ventricles.

December 2st, his birthday.

The young master's legs were raised higher than his head, and he never sat properly. Everyone said he was the most arrogant playboy, but it was rare that he could see every bit of his sincerity towards his friends and people around him.

No wonder so many men and women flocked to Duan Wu. It's true that you can't hear about a person from other people's mouths.

Xing Yu squatted down, carefully held his feet and put his shoes on for him, and corrected him, "Duan Shao, your feet are too high above your head, which will bring bad luck to your wealth."

When Duan Wu heard this, he quickly stomped his left foot on the ground and said loudly, "Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck. Who can affect your fortune? You are not making this up, are you?"

Although he said he didn't believe it, his body was honest in the days that followed. Xing Yu never saw him cross his legs again.

He wrote it, and he probably knows how to get along with Duan Wu.

The chaos that he had originally worried about did not happen. Duan Wu was really no longer interested in Lan Xingli. Not only did he not mention this name, he even showed a look of disgust when he occasionally heard Lan Xingli calling him.

"Borrow 50." Xing Yu frowned slightly. "What difficulties have you encountered, Xingli?"

Lan Xingli was hesitant and couldn't say anything. It took him a long time to explain, "My mother found a suitable bone marrow match...but the treatment is too expensive."

"I'll think of a solution for you."

After hanging up the phone, Duan Wu saw him looking at him and pretended to look away, trying to cover up his mistake.

Xing Yu flipped through his phone for a while, as if he had made up his mind, and asked Duan Wu for a day off.

"Mortgage the house? Are you crazy?"

Duan Wu had no idea what was wrong with this guy's brain. He had worked hard for ten years in City A to earn enough money to buy an apartment, but he was willing to mortgage it.

"Xingli's mother's bone marrow transplant will cost 50 yuan."

"You idiot, that's your mother?"

Xing Yu lowered his head and said nothing, but his emotions were rarely stirred and he let out a long sigh.

"I have always treated Xingli as my own brother. Besides, it is a fantasy for him to raise 50 yuan on his own."

"Fuck... shacha" Duan Wu didn't curse out loud, but made mouth shapes, took out a card from the card bag beside his leg and threw it on the table.

"Okay, I'll lend it to you. Don't look so desperate."

Xing Yu didn't take it. He picked up his coat and prepared to go out.

Duan Wu grabbed the man's throat from behind and dragged him to the sofa, holding him tightly like an ant trying to trip an elephant.

"If you get sick again, I'll give you the medicine. Don't you think this stinky money of mine is worth it?"

"I know Master Duan is rich, but being rich doesn't mean you'll be taken advantage of. Why should I let you take this money?"

Duan Wu's strength seemed to be tickling his fat muscles. Xing Yu held his wrist and looked into his pure amber pupils with bright eyes, indicating that he would not take the money.

"I'll hire you for another year and it will be your salary. What do you mean, asking me to beg you to give Lan Xing Li Hua my half a million? You're courting death."