How to deal with the ex stalker

In the middle of the meal, Yan Yan went to the bathroom, walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, the fox's ears moved, and heard the whispered discussion in the inner compartment: "If you follow Young Master Yan, nothing will happen, right?"

Another voice said disdainfully: "No, I have inquired about it, and it has nothing to do with the Yan family. I heard that there is less Yan in Bashang."

"That's good, I watched him drink the ingredients with my own eyes."

"Well, we don't need to care about the rest, just put him on Mr. Chu's bed."

In fact, the little fox didn't know that they were talking about him, but Lu Yun told him that if he accidentally heard someone chatting, he had to pretend not to know, otherwise it would be dangerous.

So he knocked on the door, and heard the instant silence inside, and even heard the breathing of the two people inside who were holding their breath.

He pushed the door open naturally, and said calmly: "This door has a good sound insulation effect."

Two people: ...

Hey!

If the sound insulation effect is good, what door do you knock on?What if you didn't hear what to say to us?

The two looked at each other. They didn't expect Yan Yan to be so difficult to deal with. Now that he knew about it, it would be difficult to implement the plan. Mr. Chu's side is also hard to explain, or...

Nodding in tacit understanding, he didn't stop doing anything, and was about to knock him out and take him out.

The little fox took a step back, and said calmly: "You can't beat me."

Two people: ...

Maya!How does he know what we are thinking?

As a little goblin, Yan Yan naturally has many skills that ordinary people do not have, such as mind reading.

It's just that he doesn't use it often. This kind of skill is very weak, and it can only be effective for some people with extremely low willpower, such as the two people in front of us.

"Mr. Chu is rich?"

puzzle?Why is the topic so weird?

"Take me to see him."

puzzle?Is this the rhythm to send up by yourself?

The two tremblingly took Yan Yan to see Mr. Chu with their minds full of doubts. Although the goal was achieved, wasn't the process of achieving the goal too weird?

"What does Mr. Chu want to see me for?"

The tall man's mouth turned around a few times, his small eyes rolled, and finally he didn't dare to say the word "fuck you".

It's a pity that Yan Yan read it out, and she frowned and asked, "You want to sleep with me?"

Damn, even angry looks so pretty!

Yan Yan followed the two of them lightly and familiarly. In the past days, this kind of thing happened no less than ten times.

Many people in the circle can't understand, even if Yan Yan doesn't look like a human being, why is he so powerless? He is not raised in captivity, but can be so arrogant!

It's not that no one has thought about it, but those who have thought about it have been repaired by Yan Yan, and a large number of people have become Yan Yan's financial support for making movies.

And now this Mr. Chu will soon be too.

Mr. Chu looks like a man, in his early forties, his hair is combed back neatly, he has a mature charm, and he looks like a Confucian businessman when he doesn't speak.

Just as soon as he opened his mouth, he revealed his true colors. Seeing Yan Yan standing in front of him soberly, his brows were squeezed into a Sichuan shape, and he asked the two of them, "Did you take any medicine?"

The medicine was taken, and he drank it with his own eyes, but too many things happened along the way, and the tall man couldn't be sure, so he could only reply vaguely: "But, maybe it hasn't happened yet."

Mr. Chu didn't pursue it, and waved his hands, "You go out first."

The two back off.

Mr. Chu made a gesture and was about to speak, but it was Yan Yan who spoke first, "You want to sleep with me?"

Mr. Chu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You misunderstood, I'm old, and I can't afford young people's things."

After a pause, she found that Yanyan didn't even move her eyebrows, so she continued, "I invited you here to help you."

Yan Yan said firmly: "You are lying."

Mr. Chu choked for a moment, obviously he didn't expect him to say that, he gently pulled the jade finger on his thumb, and said with a smile: "I'm really old, and I can't even play tricks with young people. In the past few years in the mall Fighting wits and courage with Patriarch Yan is a bit powerless, so I have to borrow some power from you."

"Who?"

Mr. Chu grinned grimly: "Don't play dumb with me, heh! It took a lot of effort to find out your information, and Yan Yue hid you really well!"

Yan Yan froze for a moment, and slowly said word by word: "Yan, Yue?"

"Ah."

Mr. Chu sneered, dialed the phone, the other party answered, he turned on the loudspeaker, made a "shh" gesture to Yan Yan, and said to the microphone: "Master Yan, how are you doing?"

Yan Yan's unforgettable voice came from the opposite side: "Is Mr. Chu okay?"

"It's nothing important, it's just that my subordinates sent me a treasure recently, and I want to share it with Patriarch Yan."

"Since it's a treasure, Mr. Chu can keep it for himself."

"Hehe!" Mr. Chu sneered, "Patriarch Yan doesn't want to know what kind of treasure it is?"

There was a trace of impatience in Yan Yue's voice, the voice was cold and distant: "A gentleman does not take what others like."

"Haha! Let me just say it straight, ten years ago, you doted on a little boy like a baby, remember?"

There was no sound from the other side, and Yan Yan could even imagine that he must be extremely impatient, his brows were tightly knit together, he took a puff of cigarette forcefully, and then spit it out disdainfully.

Yan Yue has always had a bad temper, impatient and irritable, and he can't tolerate more nonsense from others.

He finally said, "I don't remember."

Mr. Chu gritted his teeth: "Don't play tricks on me, you were still drinking milk when I was on the road! I will tell you here, if you don't give me the goods in the warehouse at the North Wharf, you little The lover's life is here to be confessed."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Yanyan by the collar and shouted, "Say a few words!"

Yan Yan stared at the microphone in a daze for a long time before looking at Mr. Chu, without a trace of brilliance in his eyes, and said softly, "I don't want to talk to him."

Mr. Chu slapped him hard, pressed his head on the table, and shouted angrily, "I can't help you!"

He still wanted to curse a few words, but he heard a voice on the phone, ruthless and cold: "Then you deal with him."

Then you deal with him.

Deal with him.

dealt with him.

Yan Yan's heart tightened suddenly, and the strong feeling of falling to the ground made him suffocate.

But he just wanted to laugh, he had already experienced it once, and he had met many people in the countless days that followed, but he couldn't forget Yan Yue.

The man who gave him a second life.

In a person's life, there will always be one or two things that you can't forget.

It's like a hurdle, if you cross it, long live it.

If you can't get over it, just stay in the ditch for the rest of your life.

Yan Yue was his hurdle.

Yan Yue, Yan Yue, these two words are forgotten in the depths of memory, but when I think of them, I fall into overwhelming memories.

He pushed away Mr. Chu's hand holding him, walked to the sofa, threw himself into the sofa, his whole body sank, and his mind fell into memories.