A Guide to Saving the Wicked

Although Jing Haoyang had been talking to himself very confidently, and his back when he finally walked out was very chic, but Xie Jiawen held the pen and insisted on writing the remaining steps to solve the problem, without getting up for a long time.

The whole person is very resistant to going out with Jing Haoyang.

After calming down, he still followed in order to solve the problem once and for all.

When he saw Jing Haoyang on the playground for the first time, he had an intuition that this person was dangerous, and he concluded that this kind of person should not be messed with.

But his status as a minor doomed the inequality between the two, and it wasn't for him to take the initiative not to mess with him.

The two of them finally walked to the hotel, they didn't go to any luxurious place, they just found a restaurant with private rooms, and they were silent to each other.

Jing Haoyang was also very helpless, and 963 in his mind threatened to die: "Bingshan has no right to speak! If you dare to speak first, I will explode into a flower in your mind! Put your face on me! Who will you laugh so loudly for?" Look!"

Jing Haoyang, ready to smile again with a 'kind' smile: "..." I will bear with you in the first world.

963 has always been serious about business.

Xie Jiawen didn't know anything about it, but he was clearly aware of the stagnation in the atmosphere. After all, he was young, so he couldn't help but speak first: "Let's talk about anything first."

Xie Jiawen finally spoke, and Jing Haoyang, who had lifted the restriction, put on airs in accordance with 963's instructions, and a cold voice came out from his Adam's apple: "You go back to the Xie family. After you graduate from university in five years, the Xie family will belong to you."

"You are about to be in your third year of high school. It's okay if you don't want to transfer. I will be stationed in City B before you graduate. After the old man's condition stabilizes, he will be transferred to the hospital in City B. Don't worry about adapting to the new environment."

"Are you kidding me?" The boy's expression was a little sinister, and a feeling of being fooled hovered in his heart.

Jing Haoyang's first sentence has completely captured his mind, and he has no time to care about the information of the second sentence.

The sudden hypocrisy is disgusting.

There is a reason why he can be regarded as a villain in this world. After the death of his parents, he is used to being sensitive to what everyone says after being used to the warmth and coldness of people.

The combination of great inferiority complex in the bones shows excessive self-esteem.

No one helped him when he was in a vortex, and when he knew he was hopeless, there were still people who lied to him with such ridiculous lies, because they thought it was fun to bully orphans?

The moment Jing Haoyang finished speaking, he had already noticed the change in Xie Jiawen's attitude, especially after Xie Jiawen spoke, the undisguised sharp aura was silently describing his anger.

This looks much more pleasing to the eye.

The look of the plague chicken burning the fire stick before made me angry.

"Look at this." He opened the black cloth bag that Jing Haoyang had held in his hand from the beginning, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Xie Jiawen.

In black and white, the seven words in the title caught Xie Jiawen off guard.

"Share transfer agreement, I promise to hand over the company to you after you graduate, and I will leave with only my own private property."

This trend is not right...

After this interruption, the future big villain and current high school student, Xie Jiawen's aura suddenly disappeared.

He looked a little suspicious, and read the extremely short agreement over and over again.

Go back to Xie's house with this man named Jing Haoyang, obediently finish college and transfer everything that belongs to Xie's family to his name.

Did the Xie family do something to find a scapegoat?

It is impossible for the sky to fall into the pie, Xie Jiawen became more and more vigilant the more he thought about it.

Jing Haoyang could guess what Xie Jiawen was thinking with just a glance, and what was too easy to get would be daunting, so he didn't mind using some tricks.

"The old man fell ill because of your father running away from home a few years ago, and now he heard the bad news, and he is still in a coma. Although he is only sixty years old, it may only be a few years."

Xie Jiawen looked up at Jing Haoyang, not understanding what he was talking about.

Jing Haoyang's voice was indifferent but forceful: "Go back, let him see you when he wants to see you, Xie will give it to you when the time is up."

"If a son dies, he will empathize with his grandson?" Xie Jiawen is unbelievable, and the logic of this group of people makes people laugh: "You are not his son anymore? You grew up next to him, but he wants to take the old Give me something for you?"

Especially when he might not be the grandson that the old man expected.

"My dad ran away from home because your old man did something wrong to him?"

"It's not just my old man." Jing Haoyang corrected calmly, and then explained: "Your father ran away from home because he was with your mother when he had a fiancée. He escaped responsibility and ran away from home."

The tone was lightly disdainful, he didn't like such irresponsible people.

As for whether he is the old man's son... Jing Haoyang snorted coldly in his heart, in terms of age and strength, everyone here is not a grandson.

Xie Jiawen's expression was awkward for a moment, but soon returned to normal: "The person involved is no longer here, and you are the one to say whether it is good or bad."

Jing Haoyang really wanted to lean on the back of the chair and educate Xie Jiawen with his legs up. The person involved still has his fiancée.

But 963 is already on the brink of explosion.

"You used to be the best host!!!"

"And now."

"If you continue to chat with that villain like a chatterbox, I'll blow you up, you fake iceberg!"

OK, the good and the bad are all yours to say, so he shut up.

Jing Haoyang was like a gourd with its mouth sawn off, and Xie Jiawen also felt bored, arguing about these topics with a stranger whom he met for the first time.

Just when the waiter passed the dishes, the embarrassment of the atmosphere was relieved.

The body action is faster than the brain, Jing Haoyang picked up the bowl and wanted to pick up the chicken legs.

"Host, do you want me to blow it up for you!!!"

The chopsticks took advantage of the opportunity and put the chicken legs into Xie Jiawen's bowl: "Don't just look at it."

Xie Jiawen, who had been distracted all this time, was startled. When he found the chicken legs in the bowl, he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, swallowing dryly.

The slender hair slid down obediently, covering his suddenly red eyes, and every mouthful of food was difficult due to choking, but he didn't dare to stop his chopsticks, for fear that he would cry out if he stopped.

A long time ago, my mother did the same. The first chopsticks picked up the chicken legs and put them in his bowl.It's been a long time, so long that he has forgotten what it's like to have someone serve him food...

so hungry?

Jing Haoyang looked at Xie Jiawen's gobbling posture. He had never been so hungry since he flew to City B last night and hadn't eaten all day.

How difficult is the life of burning a fire stick, it must be impossible to afford food if you are so thin.

Jing Haoyang, who has always relied on his own strength to forge iron, rarely sighed in his heart, how could there be such a weak villain.

Is his way of retaliating against society by wasting the earth's medical resources?

Jing Haoyang continued to eat. Under the threat of the 963 explosion, every time the big bones and meaty food, even if it reached the chopsticks, it would end up in Xie Jiawen's bowl.

Aggrieved and annoyed after a meal, Jing Haoyang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

After finally finishing the meal that Jing Haoyang forced, Xie Jiawen was so full that his stomach ached, and the romance in his mind disappeared along with the stomach ache.

He raised his head and noticed Jing Haoyang's expression at a glance.

A sarcastic smile skillfully hung on the corner of his mouth: "What's the matter, rich people don't want to see poor people like us eating poorly? Are you disgusted?"

The threat of fireworks in his mind cleared away again, Jing Haoyang frowned and shook his head, compressing more than 30 words in his mind into [-] words: "You are too thin, eat more."

Xie Jiawen's hand froze again.

Whatever you do, you have to be humble.

Laugh at yourself, Xie Jiawen, you are just a pastime for the elderly, don't think of yourself so important.

"Take care of yourself first, Uncle, Father."

Xie Jiawen thought it over, no matter what Jing Haoyang's plan is, it doesn't matter if the Xie family can't get it in the future, anyway, he is alone and can't suffer.

What's more, with a better identity, he can at least concentrate on computer research, and no longer need to make some low-level codes to make money for living expenses.

Thinking of this, Xie Jiawen looked at Jing Haoyang again: "Do I have pocket money?"

pocket money?Jing Haoyang recalled his food and clothing expenses in this world, and his tone was rarely hesitant: "Is 300 million per month enough?"

Xie Jiawen: "..."

The author has something to say: Xie Jiawen: Everything in the novel is true