Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"I'm really sorry for causing you such trouble." Zhang Chunliang stood in Xu Er's study and began to talk nonsense in front of a group of people without changing his expression.

Xu Er was sitting behind a large desk, playing with a lifelike voodoo doll in amazement. After a while, he slowly repeated, "The moving electronic doll short-circuited and ran to my collection cabinet in the middle of the night... and stole a watch?"

Zhang Chunliang nodded seriously, his eyes sincere and serious.

Xu Er was stunned for a moment, and then he was sure that Zhang Chunliang was explaining the matter to him seriously, so he couldn't help laughing. He held the table, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and he seemed to find it very interesting.

Zhang Chunliang looked at him and felt that the older this man got, the lower his sense of humor became.

He stood in front of Xu Er's desk and explained for a long time like a subordinate reporting his work. Now his feet were a little numb and he couldn't help moving them.

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound of a chair being dragged behind me.

Xu Er raised his head with an unfinished smile. The bodyguards and subordinates around him were so frightened that their bodies froze and they dared not even breathe.

Mad Dog pressed Zhang Chunliang's shoulders and made him sit on the chair he had dragged over, not caring about the horrified looks of the crowd.

"Don't do that, we're being so rude..." Zhang Chunliang was so embarrassed that his face started to turn red.

Although the grown-up Xu Er looked very gentle, the aura of the superior was very strong, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"But you are tired." Mad Dog raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

"This gentleman seems to be injured." Xu Er looked at Mad Dog for a moment and asked politely, "If you don't mind, you can get a check-up here and go take a rest first."

So the servants standing on both sides stepped forward respectfully and asked the mad dog to leave.

The mad dog's wound had already split open during the half-day's struggle, and was now oozing a faint smell of blood. Zhang Chunliang was still worrying about how to escape quickly, but when he heard Xu Er's suggestion, he readily agreed.

After Mad Dog followed the accompanying medical staff and left, Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you a doctor?"

In the villa, some ancient medical instruments are displayed everywhere as decoration, which shows that the owner of the house is very knowledgeable about these objects.

Xu Er was pinching the little neck of the voodoo doll, carefully stroking the delicate little flowers embroidered on it, and he hummed softly when he heard the words.

"You could say that," he responded softly.

Suddenly, he paused, as if he had discovered something interesting on the voodoo doll, and he couldn't help laughing again, with charming fine lines appearing at the corners of his eyes.

What on earth has Xu Er been through over the years? Why has he become more and more unpredictable?

Zhang Chunliang straightened his shoulders nervously and kept looking at him.

"I've seen you, kid." Xu Er put the doll down and looked at Zhang Chunliang with deep and smiling eyes. He seemed to sense his nervousness and waved his hand.

The servant walked forward quietly, knelt down and served tea to Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang held the teacup and pondered his words in his heart - had this Xu Er seen him? Could it be that the Xu Er in reality had integrated the memories of the him in Xiaoping's mind, so now he had some impression of him?

"You have been snooping around the door of my hospital for some time." Xu Er pointed his finger at him and asked gently, "Are you looking for someone?"

Zhang Chunliang was startled and put down his teacup - the owner of that hospital was Xu Er? No wonder Qiu Ping chose to go there for treatment!

But... the hospital entrance was surrounded by so many reporters and citizens, but Xu Er was able to spot him accurately. Did he investigate all the people who came to his territory? Or was there something special about Zhang Chunliang that caught his attention?

——If that’s the case, then the so-called stealing of the watch was probably just an excuse for him to lure me into the trap!

"Is the tea not to your taste?"

While Zhang Chunliang was in a daze, Xu Er had already left his seat and walked to his side.

He bent down and casually placed his palm on the back of Zhang Chunliang's hand holding the teacup.

Without waiting for Zhang Chunliang to feel embarrassed, he took the initiative to let go of his hand and commented, "It's cold."

The servant who was in charge of delivering tea shuddered all over and immediately fell to his knees.

"Change cup?" He took the water from Zhang Chunliang and poured it on the servant's head.

"No thanks." Zhang Chunliang quickly refused and complained in his heart.

Sure enough, even though he looks gentle and elegant, Xu Er is essentially a tyrannical bully.

Qiu Ping is very good at judging people.

"Actually, I came here to inquire about Mr. Qiu Ping's current situation."

Xu Er picked up the teapot and slowly poured him another cup of tea: "What do you want from him?"

Zhang Chunliang didn't know how much Xu Er in the real world knew about Qiu Ping, so he answered cautiously: "My father and he are old acquaintances. My father couldn't come here due to health reasons, so he asked me to find out how Mr. Qiu Ping is doing."

"Is that so?" Xu Er smiled, winked at him, and asked meaningfully, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Zhang Chunliang was stunned and answered subconsciously: "No."

"Ah, that's very strange."

Xu Er signaled all the servants to leave the room, then he put his arm around Zhang Chunliang's shoulders affectionately and led him away from his seat.

This luxurious study room has exhibition cabinets reaching the ceiling on three sides. The owner has taken the leisure to use an entire wall as an organ display stand. Various dismembered human tissues have been soaked in formalin and displayed here, which, combined with the dark blue lighting and a mural of evil spirits eating people in the back, creates a strange beauty.

Xu Er took Zhang Chunliang to browse these exquisite collections one by one. His white and slender fingers gently tapped the vessels filled with organs, as if he was playing a light piano piece.

"Found it." He smiled happily and pointed his finger at one of the jars, motioning Zhang Chunliang to look over.

It was a jar containing several eyeballs, which was soaked in turbid formalin, and the eyeballs were floating quietly in it.

"What is this..." Zhang Chunliang had a bad guess.

"I thought you knew him." Xu Er was very close to him, slightly tilting his head to take in every expression of Zhang Chunliang.

"This is...what does this mean."

"I got this from a strange man with eyes all over his head. His experience was very similar to yours. He also appeared in Xinxing City without any warning, and he was also very interested in my uncle Qiu Ping."

Zhang Chunliang's brain went blank due to the overwhelming amount of information.

A man with eyeballs on his body - the only person he could think of was the player He Shi who was polluted in Xiaoping's world of thinking.

Shouldn't he be dead? Why did he appear in real life? He is as omnipresent as a cockroach!

Zhang Chunliang shuddered with a chill for a moment.

Xu Er seemed to want to tease him, so he knocked on the glass jar a few times neither lightly nor heavily - in an instant, the pile of dead eyeballs looked at Xu Er outside the glass at the same time, and the pupils began to expand and contract regularly.

It was a look of extreme fear, as if he had seen some evil spirit.

Then Xu Er laughed happily again, his voice was deep and pleasant, and Zhang Chunliang's ears couldn't help but itch again.

In this strange situation, Zhang Chunliang could actually notice the dimple on Xu Er's cheek, which miraculously weakened his terrifyingly crazy aura.

"Don't leave tonight. Your friend's treatment will take some time."

Xu Er picked up the doll on the desk and returned it to Zhang Chunliang. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing.

"Little friend, the friend who gave you this doll must love you very much."

Zhang Chunliang was stunned for a moment and cast his gaze on the voodoo doll with tears in its eyes.

He gently lifted the doll's cute little skirt - it was an embroidered skirt that Xu Er had made for it out of cotton cloth.

On the back of the skirt, someone had carefully embroidered a line of small words.

I wish Xiaoliang a safe and smooth life.

Xu Buyi