Pretending to be A idol rollover scene

The box was full of smog and the environment was terrible. Using the word environment was a bit flattering, and it had nothing to do with the environment at all.

Yu Yiyang wore a white shirt, independent and filthy, like a lonely winter plum blooming on a branch, his whole body exuded the aura that strangers should not enter, his eyes flickered with a little coldness.

"You said you asked me to pack up my mother's belongings. She has been dead for five years. What remains?" Yu Yiyang raised his chin slightly, with a cold expression on his face.

A few hours ago, he suddenly received a call from his aunt who hadn't been in touch for a long time. The aunt said that his family was threatened, and the person who threatened their family left a phone call, asking Yu Yiyang to come forward to solve the problem by name. When Yu Yiyang called, He heard the location of his mother's last job before her death - Hongjiang Entertainment Club.

"Yo, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've grown so big." The flowered shirt rubbed his hands, his eyes narrowed into a smile.

After waiting for a while, seeing Yu Yiyang ignoring him, still smiling obscenely, smacking his lips in a flowered shirt, he said, "It's quite proud, just like your mother."

He looked at Yu Yiyang carefully as if looking at a small porcelain vase, his eyes were presumptuous: "It's really good looking, tsk tsk, maybe he can become a big star, tell me, he is more beautiful than a girl, it's a pity that he doesn't entertain the public gone."

There was a wretched laugh from below.

Yu Yiyang frowned, his eyes were extremely cold: "My profession is an actor."

"Oh, actor, actor, he's an actor!" The flowered shirt seemed to be a repeater, repeated it twice, and then started to laugh: "We came to you because your mother guaranteed that unscrupulous aunt for you to borrow us** 20, and now the compound interest has reached 50, your aunt said, you pay it back."

This is different from what my aunt said on the phone. Yu Yiyang picked up the phone, glanced at the floral shirt, and the floral shirt made several gestures of invitation: "Sure, call, call and ask, and ask clearly." myself."

Sure enough, when Yu Yiyang called, the number on the other end was already empty.

The flower shirt snorted coldly, and then smiled obscenely, rubbing his hands like an honest person, and said: "Actually, you see, you are also a celebrity, and your mother was also a celebrity before she fell. A well-known dance artist, your mother can come to be a courtesan, what can you do? How about it, why don't you come to work in our ** anyway, our big boss has also taken a fancy to you, you It's like changing jobs..."

"When did you guys change jobs to an employment agency?" Yu Yiyang's words were like silver pearls leaking out, clear and cold, concise and to the point, his whole body was like a knife out of its sheath, with a sharp cold light glowing all over his body, taut Frost edge.

"I have my own job, so I don't have to worry about it." Yu Yiyang lifted his eyelids, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Also, when I came out to mess around, I didn't know that there is a wrong and a debt."

Hua Shirt's complexion changed in an instant, his face flashed sullenly, and his eyeballs suddenly rolled around, "You can figure it out, your mother made a bet in black and white, and it is reasonable for us to ask his son to collect debts. Let me tell you, if you If you don't agree, I will spread the news that your mother was drinking with us in this feng shui place, as a public figure, aren't you afraid?"

Yu Yiyang didn't speak, his whole body was tense, like a sharp arrow trying to pierce a living thing.

Flower Shirt thought he had seized Qicun, and wanted to kill people more and more. He suddenly turned to his subordinates, and said extremely dirty words: "Hey, I said, I haven't introduced it to my brothers yet, I won't say it." You can't even guess, this one is the son of the famous oiran poppies in our flower factory, look, does it look like that? Hahaha—"

In response to his wretched laugh, the sloppy laughter and swear words kept coming and going in the private room, which was more intense than the previous uproarious laughter.

"Hey, poppies, she's beautiful, she was famous for a while, why, this pretty son is coming to our flower factory to be the oiran? I like it so much!"

"Look at your profligacy, who is Poppy who made you promiscuous."

"Fuck! Yu Meiren, you don't even know about it, but you still come to the world? This bitch is very promiscuous. Back then, she started a relationship with our brothers... eh hahaha!"

The following words became more and more vulgar and unpalatable, Yu Yiyang clenched his hands tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The flowered shirt made an appearance of presiding over the overall situation, like a bad conductor, pressed his hands down, calming down the obscenity.

Because he was about to speak.

"Brothers, you are already so excited like this. I, Du Sanfu, am not talented. I tasted the beauty of poppies with my own mouth back then. We, the oiran who accompany the wine, have a curvaceous figure..."

Du Sanfu in the flower shirt hadn't finished his sentence when a stool hit him head-on. He was thrown in a daze and leaned against the wine cabinet. The back of his head had just smashed a piece of glass, and before he could open his eyes, he felt His face turned cold, and he realized that he had nailed a table knife while wiping his ears.

There was a cold light on the table knife, and it was as cold as the look in Yu Yiyang's eyes.

All the strong men in the room stood up with a bang, and some chairs knocked crookedly on the ground.

Yu Yiyang's eyes seemed to be stained with a ghostly blackness, he was gloomy and expressionless, and he didn't panic, he dragged the knife slowly, moved it towards Du Sanfu's carotid artery, and drew a deep knife mark on the wood of the cabinet , and left a sharp and piercing sound all the way.

The knife hit the artery without stopping, and continued to move forward.

Du Sanfu was frightened into a cold sweat, and waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, don't do anything, I'll tell them to sit down, sit down!" With the last sound, he roared.

Yu Yiyang acted as if he didn't hear, blood was already on the knife.

Du Sanfu was in pain, scared to death, and waved to his subordinates, "Sit down! Didn't you hear me when you sat down?!"

Those big guys sat back slowly, looked at their boss like a dog, and begged in a crying voice: "Don't, don't, little brother, big brother, don't be angry, I said something wrong, you big man, don't talk to me!" I'm such a piece of trash."

Yu Yiyang stopped what he was doing, and said in a cold tone, "It's okay to let you go, let them go out, otherwise there will be too much blood in a while, and I'm afraid their legs will go weak."

This doesn't mean to let him go, it's obviously trying to kill him!Du Sanfu showed a begging face: "Why are you doing this? We offended you today because we didn't have eyes.

There was a crisp sound of glass shattering, which interrupted the lame pleading. Yu Yiyang punched the glass beside Du Sanfu's ear. Through the sharp gap of the glass, he directly reached in and took out the glass from the decoration display case. A sterling silver spoon.

His hand had been cut by the sharp glass, and the blood that flowed out was stained everywhere, but he didn't care, looked at the blood-stained spoon, seemed to think something was wrong, threw it away, reached in and took out a fork, and gestured , lost again.

Du Sanfu was pressed in front of the wine cabinet with a knife across his neck. Seeing that the other party seemed to be picking tools to deal with him, the shadow in his heart grew bigger and bigger: "You, please let me go...I will tear up the IOU now, and I promise Be sure not to talk nonsense..." As he spoke, he hurriedly gestured to his subordinates.

A big man tore a piece of paper on the table to shreds.

Yu Yiyang turned a deaf ear, took out a metal wine opener, carefully looked at the sharp drill bit, and then shifted his gaze to Du Sanfu's malnourished face.

"My mother, a national first-class ballerina." Yu Yiyang said, raised his hand, and moved the wine opener to the other's earlobe, "I'm afraid you won't remember, so I'll remind you."

Following Du Sanfu's sharp roar, Yu Yiyang cut a hole in his ear and pierced him firmly.

Blood splattered.

In the back alley, with a bang, a cluster of flames lit up, and a red dot lit up on the cigarette, flickering, and shrouded in smoke, the weak flames illuminated Yi Beichen's three-dimensional facial features.

It has been almost a year since he quit smoking, and he would be extremely upset, and after drinking a little alcohol, he couldn't hold back the discipline button, and he didn't know where to throw the pheromone suppression stickers.

There was a trace of blood in the air, as if it was the pheromone released by him, but it was a little uncertain.

He pressed his temples with one hand in a battered manner, recalling what he said with Sha Li in the car just now, he couldn't help but feel more irritable, and he didn't want to go back to that hypocritical occasion.

The hands of the watch jumped to twelve o'clock, and there was a crisp mechanical reset sound. He suddenly remembered what he said to Sha Li before he left: "What if he falls from the sky?"

"Tch, how is that possible?" Yi Beichen smiled self-deprecatingly, took a deep puff of the cigarette, his brows were deeply wrinkled, he exhaled the lingering smoke, put out the cigarette butt, and looked up at the alley before leaving Clipped night sky.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he saw a blood-stained boy jumping from the window on the second floor.

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Today is the first day of 2020. May all the little angels be happy, safe and happy.