Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

[Wen Liang: Yes, yes, it’s so easy to make a game to gain good impressions.]

Wen Liang kept repeating it, trying to convince himself that, see, except for Huo Wei, everything else was easy to do.

This is a problem. Why did the boss have to be his deceased husband in this world, who had a very low favorability and tried to kill him...

Wen Liang looked around with lingering fear. Huo Zian thought that his expression was tantamount to consent.

"My brother is dead," Huo Zian narrowed his eyes, "and he doesn't love you. He doesn't want you even if you die for love."

Wen Liang stared at Huo Zian with wide eyes, guessing that Huo Zian must know something. Judging from the plot of the novel alone, everyone would say that Huo Wei, who had a beautiful woman in a golden house, loved Lin Mo very much. However, Huo Zian, the brother-in-law who was not very familiar with Lin Mo on the surface, swore that Huo Wei did not love him.

Even Wen Liang only realized this after coming into contact with Huo Wei.

Wen Liang planned to first investigate who Huo Wei met and what happened before his death.

"No, I didn't miss him. Your brother came back to find me. He was unwilling to die. You told me that he died suddenly. What happened that day?"

Huo Zian laughed, "My brother came back to see you? I think my sister-in-law is missing him so much that she started to lie."

The boy on the sofa retorted: "No, I don't like his..."

Lin Mo was halfway through his words when Huo Zian's heart started to lift. He slowly squatted down, holding Lin Mo's knee with one hand and looking up at him. His voice was no longer as aggressive as before.

"When my brother was alive, you had no one else in your eyes except him. Now that he is dead, you told me that you don't like him. Are you looking for a new backer? Your name is on the title deed of this villa, but the electricity bill costs more than a thousand a day, not to mention that you don't have a job. My brother didn't leave any assets to you at all. I also know how much money is left in your account..."

Huo Zian took a deep breath.

"Lin Mo, you said you don't like my brother, but why don't you sell the villa my brother left for you and live happily there? Tell me how can I trust you?"

Huo Zian mumbled a lot, but Wen Liang didn't hear clearly because the moment he said he didn't like Huo Wei, a corner of his shirt was lifted up by a gust of cold wind.

The slippery cold wind slid from his waist to his back and chest like a snake. Wen Liang's whole body was tense and his pupils shrank. The cold chill was like an invisible hand that pulled at the waistband of his pants behind him and slid down further.

Wen Liang wanted to stand up, but his legs felt like they were being held down by a thousand pounds. "No..."

Huo Zian frowned, "No what? Don't like my brother?"

Wen Liang felt as if someone was lying on his back and whispering in his ear. Then a low, laughing voice sounded in his ear.

"Who don't you like?"

Wen Liang froze, and the cold hand on his waist slid along his waist and abdomen into his loose pajamas.

It was Huo Wei's voice.

Wen Liang was enveloped in a chilly atmosphere, but apart from him, no one seemed to notice his abnormality.

Wen Liang grabbed his trouser legs with both hands, his pupils shaking uneasily. Huo Zian was squatting in front of him, and Huo Wei was behind him.

Huo Zian asked indifferently: "I have to watch over you for my brother...so do you like my brother or not?"

The cold air behind him made Wen Liang's hair stand on end. He also asked him, "Answer him, tell him whether you like me or not."

Being attacked from both sides is just too cruel.

Wen Liang looked for help at the butler who was standing with the medicated oil, praying that the old butler could save him.

The old housekeeper smiled faintly, and his body was stuck there like a computer that was forced to start up, motionless.

Wen Liang lowered his head helplessly, and the next second he raised his head slightly again, breathing rapidly, because at this moment an invisible hand was pinching his fragile neck.

It seemed that as long as his answer was not to Huo Wei's liking, the man would immediately send him to death.

"I like...I like your brother..."

Huo Wei: "Say my name"

Wen Liang's lips trembled as he looked into Huo Zian's cold eyes, "I like... Huo Wei"

The force on his neck suddenly withdrew, and he felt a very light touch on his ear, like a kiss from lips. Wen Liang heard Huo Wei say, "So good."

The cold disappeared, Wen Liang regained his ability to move, and immediately stood up and jumped away from the sofa like a frightened cat.

Huo Zian was knocked down by Wen Liang and only managed to avoid falling to the ground by supporting himself with one hand.

[Ding——Huo Zian’s favorability -1, current favorability 98]

He dropped his eyes to the floor in front of him, sneered silently, then stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

The young man turned his head and returned to normal. "Sister-in-law, you don't have to hide from me in such disgust. The love between you and my brother is so touching. I am so moved that I am about to cry."

Wen Liang felt that Huo Zian didn't look like he was about to cry, but rather looked like he was about to be beaten until he cried.

Wen Liang realized sadly that in this villa, no one except him could see Huo Wei.

What a despicable pervert.

Huo Zian had not appeared for a short time since he slammed the door and walked out that day. The two points of favorability that were deducted were restored to 100 at six o'clock the next morning.

There was no need to coax him, and no need for any strategy. Huo Zian could just comfort himself.

Wen Liang had no time to care about Huo Zian. While he was clearing his account assets, he was also fighting wits and courage with the ghosts in the villa.

If calculated based on the hunger strike, he could still survive normally for about half a month.

[886: You don’t even eat, are you still alive? Just float around normally, you starving ghost]

Wen Liang: ...

What can be done? The original owner Lin Mo was kept like a bird in a cage by Huo Wei and almost never left the villa, but at least Huo Wei would give her money.

Now that Huo Wei is dead, he actually locked up Wen Liang again. Whenever Wen Liang approaches the hallway, Huo Wei appears in an invisible form and refuses to leave until Wen Liang kneels down and begs for mercy.

Wen Liang lay on his bed, hugging his stuffed rabbit and sighing. From the time he entered this world until now, he had never seen the protagonist suffer.

And they are facing the brink of starvation.

He has suffered so much.

[886: It’s okay, just take your time to complete the task. Don’t worry. It’s all your hard work anyway. No one will compete with you.]

886 made Wen Liang realize that people can actually laugh when they are angry.

[Wen Liang: You've been on 110 for a few days. I miss it.]

【886: How can you think of that bad guy】

Wen Liang thought 110 was not a bad idea, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that the myna would get jealous. Wen Liang quietly picked up the small bread on the bedside table, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

Because the bruises on the knees and stomach had not been treated, two days had passed and the bruises had not diminished but had become heavier, looking eerie against the fair skin.

Even getting scratched by his clothes would hurt, so Wen Liang simply stayed in bed.

[Wen Liang: I heard that the first law of the ghost world is that you cannot catch people under the quilt. I can kill two birds with one stone by doing this. Not only can I reduce my physical energy consumption and save money for food, but I can also prevent Huo Wei. When the yellow talisman paper and tools I bought by express delivery arrive, I will take him in! ! ]

【886: Who established the first law of the ghost world?】

【Wen Liang: I】

The sound of applause rang out in Wen Liang's mind.

Wen Liang swallowed the dry bread again, reached out to grab the water on the bedside table, but found nothing.

He got out of the quilt and was startled. The old housekeeper came in at some point and stood by the bed holding a tray.

"Mr. Huo asked you to apply the medicated oil and eat well. Madam, let me apply it on you."

Wen Liang stared at the fragrant chicken soup on the butler's tray and swallowed his saliva, "Which Mr. Huo..."

The old butler's face was wrinkled and he said, "Madam, you are joking. Of course it is Mr. Huo Wei."