Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

There was a "clang" sound.

Tong Xiyuan put down the tray used to hold sterilized cotton balls and other medical waste, turned around and ran out of the room before Fan He could react.

There was a "bang" sound.

The door was slammed shut.

Tong Xiyuan stood at the door and licked his lower lip nervously, then quickly returned to his room and locked the door.

In the situation just now, Fan He definitely couldn't bear it. For the sake of the speed of wound healing, it was the most correct and wise decision for him to leave.

In the room, Fan He was silent for a moment, then he kicked over the tray and stood up. The iodine disinfectant that was not covered properly was spilled all over the floor. He walked over the dirt, opened the door and walked towards Tong Xiyuan's room.

"Brother?" Le Yuhui ran into him at the stairs when he came back from being punished, "You..." What's wrong?

He didn't ask the last three words because Fan He glared at him with murderous eyes. That look was as ferocious as a black panther chasing its prey.

Le Yuhui took a step back, muttering to himself who had provoked him again, and then he saw Fan He stopped at the door of Tong Xiyuan's room.

Le Yuhui's pupils dilated for a moment. It was all because of his future sister-in-law. He suddenly felt that the whip wounds on his body were not serious, his back didn't hurt anymore, his legs didn't shake anymore, and he felt refreshed again.

After Fan He turned the doorknob and found that Tong Xiyuan had locked the door, he knocked on the door patiently, neither hurried nor slow, with a heavy and powerful knock that was full of threat.

Tong Xiyuan shook his ears inside the door, cleared his throat and said, "Sir, it is important to recover from your injuries."

The person outside the door was silent for two seconds, then suppressed his anger and said, "I'll give you one last chance."

Tong Xiyuan thought to himself that it would happen again and again, and this time wouldn't make a difference.

After the two of them were in a stalemate across the door for a full minute, Fan He turned around and left angrily.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and two minutes later, a deafening sound of a door closing was heard from the other end of the corridor on the second floor.

Le Yuhui was watching the fun with great interest, when suddenly he felt a chill behind him. He raised his hand and grabbed the hand of the person behind him who was clapping at him. He turned around and looked at the nanny and said, "Sister Rong, I just received a punishment and my whole body is in pain. I don't have time to compete with you. Please forgive me."

"You are still alert," Xue Rong praised him. She took off the silk scarf she had worn while taking care of Tong Xiyuan. Her wavy hair cascaded down. She took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth. She tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong with the leader?"

Le Yu sighed in regret, "I was rejected."

Xue Rong's eyes fell on Tong Xiyuan's door and he asked in a low voice, "Did that kid provoke you?"

"What do you mean this boy or that boy?" Le Yuhui corrected her and said proudly, "That's my brother's future wife."

Xue Rong was full of disbelief, and pushed him away with a lit cigarette in his mouth, "After I report today's events to the leader, she will no longer be your future sister-in-law."

Le Yuhui was stunned, "What to report?"

Xue Rong pointed outside and said, "He found that place."

She believed that the leader would not keep someone with such strong curiosity.

Le Yuhui stood there for two seconds to react. I groaned and rubbed my yellow hair in dismay. "It's over."

His sister-in-law is about to fly away.

Xue Rong had knocked on the door and entered Fan He's room. She didn't dare to be so relaxed in front of Fan He. She stood straight and put out her cigarette. "Chief, Master Xi Yuan went to the south of the manor before you came back."

The medical supplies in the room had been taken away, and even the wooden floor stained with iodine had been cleaned. Fan He shook the ice beer in his hand to reduce fever, frowned and asked, "What is he doing there?"

Xue Rong: "During the days you were away, Master Xi Yuan has been driving around the manor. Combined with his actions today in discovering the manor's secrets, I reasonably suspect that he came here with a purpose."

Fan He: “Impossible.”

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had spoken too quickly, almost blurting out his words subconsciously, and was certain that Tong Xiyuan was not the kind of person with ulterior motives.

Xue Rong frowned and spoke carefully, "Chief, I shouldn't say this, but... you and he have only known each other for a few days, and your relationship is too close."

Just as she and Le Yuhui saw, their leader had never had such an idea.

When the organization was first established, there were always some short-sighted people who came up to us and every time we were beaten half-crippled and thrown out.

Only this time, Xue Rong sighed, and was really worried about their leader who had never had a girlfriend.

Fan He took a sip of wine, looked at the beautiful bow bandage on his arm and said, "Before you came, I asked you to investigate them."

"Yes, the Tong brothers have clean identities," Xue Rong felt like a worried old mother, "but now, I don't think they really have no ulterior motives."

Fan He put down his glass and said with a smile: "Well, he wants me."

Xue Rong: “…”

It seems that Le Yuhui was right, Tong Xiyuan might really be their leader's future wife.

Xue Rong was going crazy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He suggested cautiously, "It would be best if it was just this, but I think that Master Xi Yuan will be curious and will go there sooner or later to find out what's going on. Instead of just sitting there and waiting for death, why not find a new place for the two brothers to live? We have people in West City..."

Fan He sneered, narrowed his eyes and asked her: "Why? You can't defend against an unarmed young master?"

Before Tong's father and mother died, the Tong brothers lived a life of luxury. If they couldn't even defend against Tong Xiyuan, Fan He felt that all the people in the manor could be replaced.

Xue Rong's back was immediately soaked with cold sweat. She looked at Fan He's questioning eyes and nodded, "We can defend against it."

"Then get out."

"Yes!"

Xue Rong retreated cautiously, and when he turned around, he saw Le Yuhui leaning against the stair railing and winking at him frantically.

Le Yuhui asked her in a whisper, "What did my brother say?"

Xue Rong shook his head and said silently: "Stay."

Le Yuhui understood her lip language, raised his fist and shouted, "Yes!"

Xue Rong was speechless. It was fine that the leader was deceived, but how could Le Yuhui betray so quickly?

She shook her head, put on her scarf, tied up her charming long hair again, and became Tong Xiyuan's nanny again.

On that day, Fan He and Le Yuhui had nothing to do, so they stayed in the manor to rest.

At dinner time, the kitchen prepared a lot of food, but was at a loss as to how to arrange it.

According to past custom, Fan He naturally sat at the seat at the first seat at the long table. Le Yuhui would occasionally eat there, and most of the food would be placed on Fan He's side.

Fan He and Le Yuhui were not here these days, so Tong Xiyuan and Tong Ximing had a simple meal, with the food placed in the middle of the long table.

But today...

The chef glanced at Xue Rong and asked in a low voice, "How do I put it in?"

If he puts it at the main seat, the two young masters of the Tong family probably won't dare to eat it. If he puts it in the middle, he'll die tonight.

Xue Rong rolled her eyes, "Do you need me to teach you this?"

"What are you yelling about?" The chef glared and shook the knife in his hand, "Let's fight tonight."

Xue Rong didn't respond, he looked at his watch and said, "The leader is coming down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room on the second floor opened on time, followed by the three doors at the other end.