Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Actually, I asked you to come here because of this pocket watch."

Zhang Chunliang and Mad Dog were taken to a magnificent private villa.

In the reception room, a man in a suit who called himself Butler Liu put on white gloves and carefully took out an exquisite pocket watch from a suitcase.

This is exactly the piece that Zhang Chunliang pawned not long ago.

"Is there anything wrong with this watch?" Zhang Chunliang clenched his hands slightly on his legs and asked calmly.

"We found this watch at the Luo Fei auction. It is said that it is a private collection of a watch owner. His bid is 50 million." Butler Liu smiled so much that fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. He looked very kind.

Zhang Chunliang paused and almost laughed out of anger.

The boss offered him 50,000 yuan for this watch!

"But according to our investigation, he bought the watch at a low price from a gentleman in strange clothes three days ago. So we can only take the liberty of bothering you."

Zhang Chunliang, who was "dressed strangely", had a wooden face, still immersed in the shock of a watch worth 50 million. He came to his senses and replied calmly: "Yes, this is a gift from a good friend of mine. Because I have no money recently, I mortgaged it to the watch owner and told him clearly that I would redeem it later."

"Ah, a friend." Butler Liu smiled even more.

"What do you want to do with that weird look on your face?" Mad Dog put his hand on Zhang Chunliang's shoulder and asked grimly.

"Don't misunderstand, sir. It was Liu who felt it was too much of a coincidence." He clapped his hands lightly, and the bodyguard behind him handed him an album.

The album clearly shows a comprehensive data assessment of the pocket watch in front of him. These data are definitely not something that can be produced overnight.

"My husband has an identical pocket watch, but this watch was suddenly stolen from his collection cabinet three days ago."

Zhang Chunliang was stunned, feeling that something was not right, so he tried to explain: "I didn't steal this watch, there is a photo of me inside the watch cover——"

Butler Liu nodded when he heard this and gently opened the watch cover. There was nothing inside.

...Damn it. Zhang Chunliang wiped his face and cursed in his heart expressionlessly.

It must be that unscrupulous watchmaker who secretly threw away his photo in order to keep the watch for himself.

"Mr. Chen, according to national laws, if the value of stolen items exceeds 5,000 yuan, I can send you to prison." Butler Liu put the pocket watch back to its place and advised softly, "Judging from your clothes, you may be living in poverty. I understand your ambition to cross social classes, but what makes humans different from animals is that we know shame and abide by the rules."

Butler Liu's words were like a blunt knife cutting flesh. Although his tone was gentle, his words could not conceal his contempt and harshness.

The "real animal" mad dog can no longer suppress his "shameless and rule-agnostic" claws. He opens his mouth and reveals his sharp canine teeth.

Butler Liu raised his eyebrows slightly and clapped his hands lightly - the strong and fierce bodyguards around him drew their guns at the same time and pointed their guns at the two of them.

"Liangliang, don't worry." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Mad Dog's lips. "I can kill a hundred of these rubbish."

Zhang Chunliang quickly held down the mad dog's claws and calmly negotiated with Butler Liu.

"Butler Liu, you didn't ask me to come here to send me to jail, did you? What is your purpose?"

Butler Liu laughed again when he heard this: "Mr. Zhang, you have caused us a lot of trouble. Our master is very angry and ordered me to find out how you stole the pocket watch."

"Would you mind giving me some advice?" He raised his chin and spoke in a light tone, as if he was teasing some gadget, full of contempt and arrogance.

Zhang Chunliang took a deep breath and was about to say something.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the villa gate.

Butler Liu's calm and composed expression suddenly changed and he stood up abruptly.

"Who, who's here?" His voice was a little trembling.

"Yes, sir, sir is here." A bodyguard walked in hurriedly and said to Butler Liu.

The color on Butler Liu's face suddenly faded, and he muttered to himself dryly: "No, it shouldn't be like this. The master rarely comes to this villa."

Zhang Chunliang looked at his grief-stricken expression in astonishment, thinking to himself that this so-called gentleman was not a good person, as he could subdue such a proud and arrogant guy.

"Liangliang." Mad Dog suddenly called his name, "I want to eat that cake."

Zhang Chunliang was defeated by his invincible brain circuit. Both of them were about to be sent to jail, but this guy was still craving for the snacks on the table!

He looked up and saw that everyone was standing at the door anxiously to greet the gentleman, and no one noticed the two of them.

So he quickly pinched a piece of dessert and stuffed it into the mad dog's mouth.

"Sir...you are here." Butler Liu spoke respectfully with a trembling voice.

"Are there any guests?" The gentleman's voice was deep and mellow, his tone was gentle, and he had a hint of smile. He was in a good mood chatting with Butler Liu.

When he opened his mouth, Zhang Chunliang clearly saw that everyone present shook unconsciously.

His ears suddenly felt a little itchy and he scratched them unconsciously. Then he raised his eyes and met the eyes of the man who had just taken off his coat at the door.

The visitor had a tall and straight figure. He was wearing a steady black half-collar woolen sweater. Perhaps he had just been busy for a long time, so his hair was a little messy and covered his eyes. The man's eyebrows and eyes were still the same as Zhang Chunliang was familiar with, but with a bit more maturity and charm from the years, and his temples were also stained with frost.

Xu Er, who was forty years old, had a gentle expression. He felt a little curious when he saw Zhang Chunliang staring at him blankly. He chuckled softly, with some smile lines in his eyes.

"It's a little kid." He smiled, gently took off a pair of blood-stained gloves, and casually threw them on Butler Liu's face.