Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Le Yuhui went out first, rubbing his hungry stomach as he went to find Tong Xiyuan, "Hurry up, hurry up, I promise we'll have my favorite sweet and sour fish today."

Tong Ximing followed behind the two of them, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

The three of them walked to the stairs and bumped into Fan He who was walking from the other end.

Le Yuhui took a step back and said, "Chief, please."

As he withdrew, Tong Xiyuan was forced to stand in front and stared at Fan He for a second. Tong Xiyuan also imitated Le Yuhui and said, "Sir, please."

Fan He had changed out of the bloodstained shirt in the afternoon and was now wearing a clean and tidy white top. His hair was half tied up, and he looked casual and lazy, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Tong Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that he didn't get too angry and hurt himself.

Fan He didn't look at him, went downstairs indifferently, and sat down at the head seat at the long table in the restaurant.

Between life and death, the chef chose life and quickly placed all the main dishes close to the main seat.

Tong Xiyuan and the other two slowly walked downstairs. When they were about to enter the restaurant, Le Yuhui asked in a low voice, "Do you know when my brother will wear white clothes?"

"I don't know." Tong Xiyuan shook his head.

In the past, Van He didn't like to wear white clothes. Logically, people with mysophobia should prefer white, after all, it is difficult to detect that black clothes are dirty.

Le Yuhui said: "When my mysophobia attacks."

Tong Xiyuan was stunned, "Is there ever a time when he doesn't have an attack?"

"It's different." Le Yuhui paused and racked his brains to say, "Anyway, at times like this, he's more likely to get angry over trivial matters."

What he said didn't make sense, but Tong Xiyuan understood Fan He's thoughts in an instant.

White is clean, but it is too obvious when it is dirty. Once you find out, you will feel bad and have to change it. If it is black, it will not be easily noticed, and you can deceive yourself and make do with it.

Most people with obsessive-compulsive disorder have their own set of order in their hearts. Once they change to white, which makes the dirt more conspicuous, it is equivalent to putting the order in their hearts out in the open. If it is touched slightly, the order in their hearts will be disrupted, and they will not want to endure it or compromise.

As the saying goes, it means that you are in a bad mood and want to go crazy.

Tong Xiyuan bit his lower lip and sat to the left of Fan He.

The chef stood aside and reported on today's work process, including but not limited to how many times he used what brand of disinfectant hand sanitizer when cooking, and how scientific and rigorous the blanching method was when processing meat, which could both cook away blood foam and effectively kill bacteria.

Tong Xiyuan felt disgusted when he heard this. When Fan He was not around a few days ago, they never had this dining routine.

He touched his chopsticks boredly, looked at Le Yuhui who was sitting opposite him, and sighed.

"That's enough," Fan He glanced at Tong Xiyuan and said to the chef, "Back off."

The chef heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that today's dishes satisfied the leader. He left happily to enjoy his dinner.

Without the chattering chef, Le Yuhui breathed a sigh of relief and said to Tong Xiyuan, "Finally he left. See, I told you there was sweet and sour fish."

"Well, how did you know?" Tong Xiyuan asked, while picking up a piece of boneless fish with chopsticks and putting it into Fan He's bowl, "You eat first."

He had guessed wrong on the stairs before. Fan He was in a bad mood. He didn't know why, but it had something to do with him.

Le Yuhui looked at his actions and was about to say something, but forget it, his brother can’t refuse to eat the meat picked by his future sister-in-law, right?

But Fan He really didn't eat it.

He ignored Tong Xiyuan's flattery, stretched out his chopsticks to the nearest spicy dish, and picked up the red pepper that was used to enhance the spiciness.

"I can't eat spicy food." Tong Xiyuan looked at him, and was 100% sure that Fan He was unhappy because of him. He was puzzled. Was it because he ran away in the afternoon? It was just that kind of thing, not that serious, right?

Fan He ignored him, put down his chopsticks and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"You can't drink alcohol either." Tong Xiyuan said.

Fan He drank it all under his gaze.

Tong Xiyuan touched his knee under the table and said the same words as in the afternoon, "Sir, it is important to recover from your injury."

He wanted to remind Fan He, but he was held down on the knee by the other party.

Under the table, his scalding palm slid upwards through the thin fabric of his pants, grabbed a piece of soft flesh and squeezed it hard.

Tong Xiyuan's face suddenly turned red, and he shuddered all over and sat up straight with his chopsticks in his hand. His elbow accidentally hit the edge of the table. The noise scared both Le Yuhui and Tong Ximing.

The two men were sitting opposite each other, unaware that someone was secretly plotting something on the other side of the table.

Le Yuhui asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Tong Ximing pouted, "Brother, why don't you eat? Didn't you eat before the master came back?"

He hated Tong Xiyuan, and took advantage of his long legs to walk faster and sat next to Fan He, which was the seat he originally wanted to sit!

"It's okay," Tong Xiyuan propped up his cheek with one hand to cover his burning earlobe, and asked casually, "You haven't told me yet how you knew there was sweet and sour fish today?"

Le Yuhui looked at him strangely, then looked at Fan He strangely, and always felt that something was wrong. But with his stupid brain, he could only think of kissing, so he really couldn't guess anything.

He poked the fish in the bowl and said heartlessly, "I always failed in the beginning. When I was lucky, I was just chopped a few times. When I was unlucky, I could crawl back with half my life. After I came back, I had to accept the punishment and finally hang on with one breath. Brother Hao, that chef, always made my favorite sweet and sour fish after I accepted the punishment, for fear that I would not be able to hold on and would never be able to eat it again."

He said it casually, but Tong Xiyuan couldn't help feeling distressed. He couldn't imagine how Le Yuhui managed to hold on. If the world consciousness hadn't chosen Le Yuhui as the protagonist, this boy who was almost his age would have died eight hundred times already.

Tong Xiyuan frowned tightly. He understood that as the leader of the organization, Fan He sometimes needed some harsh measures to restrain his subordinates. But he couldn't help but think deeply. Le Yuhui suffered so much as a follower. How did Fan He, who was able to build such a large paradise on a deserted island, survive all these years?

Seeing him like this, Le Yuhui hurriedly said, "Hey, hey, hey, don't feel sorry for me, I don't need it."

"It's not pity," Tong Xiyuan looked at him and said, "it's heartache as a friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, his legs were squeezed in an extremely unsatisfactory manner.

Tong Xiyuan blushed and picked up some food for Fan He, whispering, "I feel sorry for you too."

Le Yuhui heard this, shook off the goose bumps on his body, quickly finished his meal, got up and left, "I'm going back to sleep, brother and sister-in-law, you two can eat slowly."

This completely ignored Tong Ximing. Tong Ximing raised his face in dissatisfaction, trying to gain a sense of existence for himself, but was pulled out of the restaurant by Le Yuhui by the collar, "Don't bother them either."

Tong Ximing was as angry as a pufferfish. Who disturbed them? It was obviously them who disturbed his good mood for dinner! He was caught before he was even full!