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"Brother, why don't you go home and rest first?" Zhou Mu took back the medicine prescribed by the doctor and glanced at Zhou Yan who was sitting with his head bowed at the door of the ward.

"No need." Zhou Yan lowered his head and sent a message to Han Yu. He never replied to the WeChat message he sent before, Zhou Yan was a little worried.

"I'll watch tonight, you and mom go home first." Zhou Yan kept his hands on the side, and Zhou Mu glanced at the recipient's note - Little Shamat

"Who are you texting?" Zhou Mu casually sat down beside him, but his eyes never left Zhou Yan's phone screen.

"A friend." Zhou Yan put away the phone and took the medicine from Zhou Mu's hand, "You take your mother home first, the old man doesn't stay up late very often, and it's easy to hurt his body."

"Yeah." Zhou Mu looked away and watched Zhou Yan walk into the ward.

a friend……

Zhou Mu blinked, feeling a little awkward. How could the intimate words in the message be believed to be a friend?

Besides... Zhou Mu adjusted his glasses, and he didn't even care about his fatigue. The one who was worried all the time must be a very important person.

At least for Zhou Yan.

Zhou Mu pushed open the door, then hugged his mother's shoulders and brought him out.

Han Yu was covered in cold sweat, and the hand holding the phone couldn't stop shaking.

Now that the live broadcast has been turned off, what is reflected in front of the black computer screen is the panic and fear that Han Xie can't hide no matter how hard she tries.

"You...I don't know you." Han Yu forcibly suppressed her voice, trying to make it sound calmer.

Han Wei threw the cigarette butt into the ditch next to him, smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, don't you recognize me so soon?"

"Let me tell you, I know you!" Han Wei's face became grim, "Not only do I recognize you, I also know that you are the seed that I ejaculated back then!"

The filthy words made Han Yu frowned, "If you do this again, I will call | the police."

"Hey! You still called the police? I didn't suffer less from you, you little bastard." Han Wei shook his shoulders and spat to the side, "If you dare to call the police again, I will dare to tell your fans, famous The game anchor Han Yu has a father who has been in prison!"

Han Yu's hand that was about to hang up the phone suddenly froze, and he pressed the phone with great difficulty, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

He can't let others know that this incident is the past that he most wants to hide in the past seven years.

If it is exposed now, let alone fans, Zhou Yan, what will Zhou Yan think?

Han Yu's head seemed to be about to explode.Tinnitus came and went.

"What do you want?" Han Xi exhaled, feeling the ceiling around her spinning.

"It's very simple, don't you know what I want?" Han Wei kicked a stone with his toe, and when he hit the homeless man on the side of the road, he let out a short and sharp laugh.

"I want money," Han Wei looked up at the bustling streets and alleys, and a desire that had been dusty for a long time seemed to break out in his heart.

"One hundred thousand is enough." Han Wei said, licking his lips.

When Zhou Yan went home to change clothes the next day, Han Yu was no longer there, and the message was never answered, but the phone was dialed, but he just said a few words, as if he was going to do something.

Zhou Yan was afraid of delaying him, so he didn't ask any further questions. It was Lin Duoduo who reported to him that Han Xi wanted to advance his salary.

Probably because of something, poor to see, Zhou Yan shook his head.

After going to the room to pick out a few sets of clothes and preparing them, Zhou Yan drove away.

For the operation at three o'clock in the afternoon, he took a week off and planned to live in the hospital for the next few days.

The red light in the operating room of the hospital was always on, and Zhou's mother was chanting beside her.

Zhou Yan wasn't too worried. After all, the surgeons were experienced doctors, and the success rate of the surgery was very high, so it was good to leave the professional matters to them.

Zhou Mu is not here, he went home to review, after all, it is a critical moment.

Zhou Yan got up and stomped his feet. His legs felt a little numb after sitting for a long time. He whispered a few words to his mother, then turned around and lit a cigarette in the smoking area on the balcony.

The past few days have been cloudy, and the clouds are so thick that no light can penetrate.

Zhou Yan leaned on the railing, the burning smoke from his fingertips drifted to the sky, feeling extremely depressed.

Zhou Yan didn't smoke very much, and even deliberately quit smoking for a while a few years ago, but recently he started smoking again - there are too many things, and the pressure is a bit high.

He carefully knocked the ash on the upper edge of the trash can, and when he was about to take another puff before leaving, he raised his eyes and saw a familiar black figure on the street downstairs.

Han Yu?

Zhou Yan put out the cigarette, and leaned out with half of his body to look around.

Although he didn't see it very clearly, Zhou Yan immediately judged that it was Han Yu, from his walking posture.

Han Yu hurriedly avoided the traffic and dodged into another small alley, and when Zhou Yan looked again, there was no one there.

Where is he going in such a hurry?

Zhou Yan took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Han Yu, but held back, maybe he had something important to do, and besides, it was not good to call every day.

Zhou Yan bit her lip, put the phone back in her trouser pocket, turned and walked out of the balcony.

In the dark corridor, the mottled iron handrails seemed to be able to fall off with a single force, brown water dripped out of the take-out boxes piled up at the door, and unbearable scolding voices could be heard from the floor from time to time.

Han Xi took a deep breath, and then knocked on the red-brown iron door in front of her.

Not long after, the sound of procrastinating footsteps came from inside, accompanied by a rough and hoarse "here we come", a thin man appeared in front of Han Yu.

The man was wearing a dirty padded jacket, his complexion was unhealthy sallow, and the large and small scars on his face were covered intentionally or unintentionally, making him look a little creepy.

He looked at Han Xi from top to bottom, his lips moved.

"Uncle Cui." Han Yu said with a sigh of relief, "I've come to ask you to do something."

Uncle Cui's original name is Cui Honghu. A few years ago, he specialized in lending |But recently, the crackdown has been too strict, more than half of his property has almost turned into a bubble, and he has kept a lot of low-key. I heard that life is getting worse day by day.

"It's not like you don't know that I'm quitting this job." Uncle Cui blocked the door, making it clear that he didn't want Han Yu to enter.

Han Xie knew Uncle Cui many years ago. He fought under Uncle Cui, and his salary was one or two hundred yuan a day. Although it was dangerous, the money came quickly.

Later, after Han Yu's economy gradually stabilized, he quit, but the little sympathy in the middle is still there after all.

"Just help me this time," Han Yu licked her dry lips and looked at the man in front of her, "I really can't do anything now..."

Uncle Cui stood at the door and thought for a long time, finally sighed and said, "All right, but I can't borrow much. I told Lao Lang that he has cash."

"Thank you, Uncle Cui." Han Yu clenched her fists covered in cold sweat and said gratefully.

"But you have to think about it." Uncle Cui turned around and stared at Han Yu with a little cloudy eyes, "This thing is not for fun."

"Well, I know." Han Yu lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "I know the consequences better than anyone else."

"That's good." Uncle Cui picked up the mobile phone in the room and dialed the number. He squinted at Han Xi with a cigarette in his mouth, "No matter what you do with this money, you should remember to stop at the right time." car."

After speaking, he looked deeply at Han Yu for a while, then gave him an address and then turned around and closed the door.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, the lights in the operating room finally went out, and Lao Zhou was pushed back to the ward.

The doctor repeatedly explained that the operation was a success, which made Zhou's mother feel relieved.

"How old is Lao Zhou, and he still has to suffer this kind of crime." Zhou's mother brought a basin of warm water to wipe his body.

Zhou Yan rubbed his eyes wearily beside him, turned on his phone and checked the time.

"Mom, I'll go back to the company first, there's still a regular meeting over there." Zhou Yan put on his coat and said a few words, "I'll watch over at night, you go home and rest."

"No, no, no," Zhou's mother waved her hands repeatedly, "You are busy with your work, your dad has me here, so hurry up and go home after the meeting and get some sleep."

Zhou's mother said distressedly: "Look at the red blood coming out of these eyes."

Zhou Yan nodded hesitantly, and helped with cleaning the body before rushing back to the company to prepare for the meeting.

"This month, the company has signed a contract with anchors and a series of publicity channels..."

Zhao Jingyan manipulated the PPT with one hand and held the materials in the other hand, chatting endlessly about the results of the marketing department this month, as well as future plans, etc. Zhou Yan was drowsy listening to it.

In fact, this is a summary report meeting within their marketing department. Originally, Zhou Yan didn't have to come, but Lin Duoduo received a temporary notice that the superiors were coming to inspect, so he hurried over to pretend to be.

He didn't pretend to be pretending, but he was almost sleepy.Before the end of the meeting, the leader couldn't refuse the "enthusiastic" invitation of his subordinates, and after going up to talk for more than half an hour, Zhou Yan almost pinched his thigh.

"About the anchor," the leader patrolled around, fixing his gaze on Zhou Yan who was sitting in a puddle of liquid.

"Our Manager Zhou will be in charge," the leader said with a smile, "I believe he will not let us down."

Amidst the crackling applause, Zhou Yan was briefly awake for a while.

The concerned eyes cast by Qian Cong and Lin Duoduo next to him made his hair stand on end.

Wait, did I receive some troublesome mission again?Zhou Yan shook his head, expressing that he was very tired.

The neon lights in the middle of the night are always too dazzling, so Han Xi put on the sweater hat.

A homeless man slept in the booth of the 24-hour cash machine in front of him. Han Yu waited for a while, then opened the door and went in.

Han Wei just sent him a bank card account number, and Han Yu is now typing in the numbers one by one into the phone.

【Transfer successful】

Han Yu stared at the reminder, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

Obviously, this situation can be ended by spending the money, but why does it always feel that things are not that simple?

Han Xie repeatedly reminded herself to stay calm, and the only choice at the moment was to quickly return the borrowed money.

He shook his head, then carefully placed the unopened bottle of milk next to the homeless man, patted his clothes, turned and walked out of the kiosk.

Five, six... Han Wei counted the zeros behind the number displayed on the card, and smiled lightly, "Yeah, you're quite rich."

Behind him is the alley full of desire and the rotten smell of money. The dazzling neon lights can only burst out infinite vitality in such a late night.

A scantily clad woman who walked past turned around slightly, her long hair brushed gently on Han Wei's neck, looking thin and itchy.

Afterwards, the strong smell of perfume stimulated his nostrils. Han Wei licked his lips, turned around and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, and made a lewd joke, "Where are you going? Slut."

The weak street lights can't pierce the hidden and surging things in the middle of the night, and the night like this is still very long.

The author has something to say: Ahhh!Sorry little angels, due to too many things recently, I really don't have time to update, self-reflection for 10 minutes...

Well, the daily update will resume soon, I promise!

Humming, making a macho voice... ╮(‵▽′)╭