Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The man was dressed in black, and walked with a dignified and elegant posture. His eyebrows and eyes were as deep as the bottom of the sea, and his nose was three-dimensional like a sculpture. His long black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, not messy, but adding a bit of laziness, making him look like a Western aristocrat who walked out of a medieval oil painting.

"Gudong" sound.

I don't know who was swallowing.

The few people who had been mocking Tong Xiyuan and his brothers fell silent. They shrank back in fear, knowing that a man who could maintain such an attitude in such a chaotic world must be extremely dangerous.

Tong Ximing tugged at Tong Xiyuan's clothes, a hint of anticipation and excitement flashed across his face, "Brother, he's coming towards us."

He looked at the jeep behind the man and the bodyguards standing in neat rows, and secretly guessed the man's status and strength. Then he couldn't help but smile brightly, and his eyes turned sticky when he looked at the man.

After his parents died, he became helpless, and his brother Tong Xiyuan could not give him everything he wanted. If he could get in touch with such a man today, he could live the rich life he had before.

Thinking of this, when the man stopped in front of him, Tong Ximing looked at him timidly, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

The sound is delicate and a bit artificial.

Tong Xiyuan got goosebumps beside him and couldn't help but glance sideways at his nominal brother. He was about to ask 999 whether Tong Ximing was a good person or a bad person, but the system, which knew his mind well, spoke first.

[Bad guy,] 999 ignited: [Yuanbao, he has set his eyes on your husband now.]

Tong Xiyuan said "oh", dusted himself off and stood up. He took a step forward to block Tong Ximing, acting like an older brother protecting his younger brother. He asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Tong Ximing pouted quietly. Did Tong Xiyuan not want him to be seen by men? Could it be that he also fell in love with her?

The man glanced at Tong Ximing, whose thoughts were written all over his face, frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes, and then he turned his gaze to Tong Xiyuan, who was a head shorter than him.

The young man stood tall and straight, and when he stood in front of his younger brother, he was like a proud poplar standing against the wind, unafraid of the wind and snow.

Well, it looks much better than that.

Fan He thought so, and his black-gloved hand directly pinched Tong Xiyuan's chin. He stroked the thin jawbone under his hand, looked at it for a moment, frowned and asked: "Is it from the Tong family?"

"Yes." Tong Xiyuan raised his hand and held his wrist. When his fingertips touched the edge of the leather gloves, he paused and complained in his heart that he still couldn't change his mysophobia.

Fan He quickly let him go, called two bodyguards and said, "Take him away."

Two strong men responded and stood on both sides of Tong Xiyuan and Tong Ximing. There was no politeness in their aura. "You two, please—"

Tong Ximing was startled, and he pulled Tong Xiyuan's arm and whispered, "Brother, who are they?"

"I don't know." Tong Xiyuan shook his head and was about to follow Fan He's back.

Tong Ximing quickly grabbed him and looked at Fan He with pity. He should not touch such a dangerous person for the time being. "Brother, we don't know them."

Tong Xiyuan glanced sideways, "Then do you want to stay here forever?"

Tong Ximing paused, turned his head to look at the place where he had been huddled for the past few days, and shook his head frantically, "No, no."

He didn't want to stay here all his life as a wanderer looked down upon by everyone. If some organization passed by in a bad mood, he would die in an unclear manner.

Tong Xiyuan: "Then let's go."

The two followed Fan He to the jeep. Tong Xiyuan opened the passenger door and was unexpectedly met with a pair of squinting smiling eyes.

Le Yuhui had messy yellow short hair and an open laptop on his knees. He waved to Tong Xiyuan in a good mood, "Hey~ You sit in the back."

Tong Xiyuan said okay and opened the back door with Tong Ximing.

Only Fan He was seen occupying the middle position, his expression hidden in the shadows inside the car.

"Brother," Tong Ximing shuddered for no reason and pushed Tong Xiyuan into the car, "You go first."

He is now apologizing for his previous attempt to seduce Fan He. This kind of man who never shows his emotions is definitely not easy to deal with.

Tong Ximing looked at Le Yuhui, who was about his age and sitting in the passenger seat. With his casual demeanor, he must be a person whose words carry weight. Unfortunately, he was not his type.

Tong Xiyuan had no intention of letting him sit next to Fan He, so he stepped into the car directly. He smiled and said to Fan He, "Sir, please move over there—Hey!"

Before he could finish his words, Tong Ximing followed him into the car and pushed Tong Xiyuan directly onto Fan He.

Fan He frowned, but subconsciously held Tong Xiyuan's waist. As Tong Xiyuan threw himself into his arms, his soft curly hair brushed his chin. A pleasant scent of grass flashed quickly across his nose, and when he wanted to look for it again, it had disappeared.

Tong Xiyuan climbed up from his arms with a red face, touched his nose and said, "Sorry."

It seemed like I just hit something.

999 was just looking for trouble and asked arrogantly: [Yuanbao, are your husband's chest muscles hard? Are they big?]

Tong Xiyuan's face turned even redder, and he turned around and looked at Tong Ximing in reproach.

Tong Ximing wanted to glare back with confidence, but he didn't blame him. Who made Tong Xiyuan not take the initiative to sit inside?

But when his eyes met Fan He's face, which was as dark as night, he could only say dryly, "I'm sorry."

"Pfft" sound.

Le Yuhui, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, couldn't help laughing. He pulled the back of his chair and looked back, "Brother, this is your first time hugging someone. How do you feel?"

Fan He gave him a cold look.

Le Yuhui seemed to have long been accustomed to his expression, and said to Tong Xiyuan and the others: "Don't be afraid, your mother is my brother's benefactor, the organization will protect you well."

Tong Ximing's eyes lit up, "Benefactor?"

His seductive heart was stirring again.

Tong Xiyuan took a deep breath and wanted to ask something but felt that now was not the right time, so he could only poke 999 depressedly, [How can the senior brother have such a good relationship with his younger brother in this world? ]

Although Fan Ling was also present in the previous world, the atmosphere between the brothers was completely different, and Tong Xiyuan felt a little depressed.

999 smelled a hint of sourness, [Brother? What brother? I'll go check the world information. ]

Tong Xiyuan sighed, "Forget it, just transfer it all to me."

It just so happens that no one is talking in the car, so it’s a good time to receive information from the world.

999 received the order and completed it quickly.

This is a world where order has collapsed after a war. Government, law, morality... all no longer exist. Organizations emerge one after another, and are quickly replaced by the next emerging organization. People have long been accustomed to the survival environment of the jungle.