Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

"Mr. Li, what's wrong with you?" Assistant Liu was the first to rush over and helped Li Xun up from the ground. He shook Li Xun and found that he did not respond, so he quickly lifted Li Xun's face with his hands, and then he saw the black and clear fist mark on Li Xun's eye.

Several other people also saw it and looked at each other in bewilderment: "This..."

Assistant Liu glanced at Tong Xiyuan with suspicion on his face.

Fan He moved sideways to block his view, hiding Tong Xiyuan behind him, and glared at him with a bad look.

Assistant Liu immediately suppressed his hostility and smiled, "Boss Fan is here too."

Others can treat Fan He like a star, but they, the business people, cannot. After all, he has just taken over He Yuan’s responsibility and is managing it very well.

Just at this moment, Li Xun, who was awakened by the pain of someone pinching his philtrum, opened his eyes. The first person he saw was Fan He, and the second person he saw was Tong Xiyuan.

In an instant, Li Xun broke free from the support of others and rushed towards Tong Xiyuan while cursing, "You ungrateful and stinking actor, you dare to hit me, I will...ah!"

A second before he pounced on him, Fan He raised his foot and kicked him away.

Li Xun fell to the ground again. Assistant Liu and others ran over quickly, "Mr. Li."

Li Xun pushed them away and stubbornly got up from the ground. He flinched for a moment after recognizing Fan He, but he couldn't swallow the loss of face. He stood there and shouted, "What? President Fan also likes this little star? We have to follow the principle of first come first served. After I teach him a lesson, if President Fan still wants it, I will personally deliver it to you. How about that?"

Assistant Liu and others were dumbfounded after hearing this. Their company was so small that it couldn't even compare to Heyuan's branch. How could President Li have the confidence to compete with Fanhe for people?

The staff member of the organizer cursed in his heart, and when he saw Fan He's increasingly dark face out of the corner of his eye, he ran out to find the person in charge of the organizer and Fan He's management team.

"Fan He," Tong Xiyuan stopped him and frowned, saying, "Don't bother with him."

Fan He brushed his hand away, curled his lips and smiled, "Be good, watch here."

What happened next was completely beyond Tong Xiyuan's expectations. He and Assistant Liu each pulled one man, but they were still unable to stop Fan He from pinning Li Xun to the ground and beating him up.

Li Xun gradually changed from being arrogant at the beginning to running away in fear. His face was covered with bruises, his legs were lame, and he kept shouting that he wanted to call the police.

After receiving the news, Wang Jie and Xiao Yang followed the organizer and hurried over. When she saw this absurd scene, her head started to ache and she shouted, "Stop, stop it!"

Fan He, who had unilaterally crushed his opponent, then withdrew his hand and leaned against Tong Xiyuan like a weak willow.

Tong Xiyuan's heart tightened, "What's wrong?"

Sister Wang held back her words of reprimand and asked worriedly, "Where did he hit you?"

Assistant Liu supported his half-dead CEO Li and called 120 while muttering in his heart, "Who can beat him? He doesn't care about human lives when he gets angry."

Fan He leaned against Tong Xiyuan but didn't use any strength. He just made this gesture vaguely. He raised his hand, revealing the back of his hand that was red from beating someone, and said to Tong Xiyuan: "Yuanyuan, it hurts."

Sister Wang looked at him speechlessly. She could tell he was pretending. She scolded him, "It will hurt you to death."

Xiao Yang put down the phone that was about to call the emergency number, speechless. He almost thought that Brother Fan had suffered some invisible internal injuries.

Tong Xiyuan touched the back of Fan He's hand and asked doubtfully, "Does it really hurt?"

This depth of red shouldn't be painful.

"Really," Fan He took a deep breath and said pitifully, "My pain tolerance level is relatively low."

Tong Xiyuan's pupils dilated for a moment, and he quickly held up his hand and blew on it. He knew that there was such a special group of people who had a very low tolerance for pain. Any slight pain from ordinary people would be magnified tenfold to them.

Xiao Yang curled his lips as he watched this scene. As an assistant, how could he not know that Brother Fan also had this disease?

Tong Xiyuan blew for a while and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit." Fan He frowned, looked at Li Xun, who was about to faint, with some disdain, and said, "Dirty."

Tong Xiyuan was in tune with him and took out an individually wrapped alcohol wipe from his pocket to wipe the back of his hand.

Fan He lowered his eyes and watched his movements, then curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of tenderness. The little assistant was really a perfect match for him, they were very compatible in every aspect, but he didn't know how that aspect was.

Fan He closed his eyes and drove away the desire that flashed through his mind. This matter could not be rushed. The important thing was to find a way to establish a relationship first.

Over there, the organizer had already comforted Li Xun. He called medical staff to treat the wound on Li Xun's face first, and then walked towards Fan He.

"Boss Fan," the person in charge smiled gently, acting like a peacemaker, "Boss Li has explained the cause of the matter. He knows that he said something wrong and shouldn't have offended you. He apologizes to you. Please also consider the face of our organizer and the charity dinner today. How about you shake hands and make peace?"

Fan He stood beside Tong Xiyuan without saying a word, with a cold expression that made it difficult to understand his attitude.

Sister Wang looked at him, thought for a moment, and then took over the person in charge's words, "We will resolve this matter with Mr. Li privately. There are many people at the dinner party today, and we just hope that no bad news will be spread."

As an agent, she naturally prioritizes the artist's reputation, and other matters can be dealt with later.

The person in charge understood what she meant and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, we will delete the corridor surveillance."

Sister Wang hummed, walked over and asked Fan He, "Should I take care of this, or should I let your assistant do it?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Tong Xiyuan, with a hint of teasing prevailing.

But the question was clear. If she were to solve it, it would be like reducing a big matter to a small one, and everything would be done from the artist's perspective. If Tong Xiyuan were to handle it, it would be done from the company's perspective, and there would definitely be conflicts with the Li family.

Fan He glanced at Tong Xiyuan and shook his hand. "He will accompany me these few days. Secretary Zhao will handle the matter. Sister Wang doesn't have to worry about it."

"Okay." Sister Wang understood what he meant, and she didn't bother to communicate with Li Xun. She just turned around and left. "Then let's go. There are a lot of reporters waiting to interview you outside."

Fan He responded, took Tong Xiyuan's hand and walked out, and only let go reluctantly when they stepped back into the banquet hall.

At night, Secretary Zhao received the news and integrated the business distribution of the Li family overnight. After finding out that the profits were pitifully small, he opened his phone and wanted to send a message to Fan He. Unexpectedly, the phone automatically pushed him the latest news in the entertainment industry.

Secretary Zhao took a look and closed the door, thinking to himself, you are just a mosquito, how dare you touch an eagle?