Three smiles

Xiong Da and Xiong Er immediately grabbed Tang Xingxing and dragged them into the toilet cubicle. The two were tall and strong, with fierce faces. Howling with a piercing face: "Third brother...Third brother, spare your life! I have to pay back the money, why do you still beat me? Don't you love me?"

Wang San smiled and wondered if it wasn't your old man who was driving west, would I have met Wei Cong's friend at the funeral?Now you are telling me that he is your true love, while asking me if I love you?Are you the Jack Su Mei boy who came out of a scumbag novel?

He looked at Tang Xingxing with a half-smile: "You already have true love, do you still need my love?"

"I want it!" Tang Xingxing yelled repeatedly, "I want a lot of love, if you don't give it, please give me a lot of money."

"..." Wang San laughed angrily, "I'd better hit you a lot."

"Third brother..." Tang Xingxing looked at him with tears in his eyes. His eyes were as beautiful as the starry sky in midsummer. Resentment, I feel pity for it.

It's a pity, if Wang Sanxiao thought this kid was as sweet and delicious as a piece of cheesecake a quarter of an hour ago, right now, he has become a piece of cheesecake with poison added, and he wished he could poison Wei Cong to death.

Impatiently waving his hand, Xiong Da pushed him down and beat him up. Suddenly, his thoughts changed, and he grabbed Tang Xingxing's hair, forcing him to look up at him. He looked down for a moment, and suddenly asked indifferently: " Are you short of money?"

"...Ah?" Tang Xingxing didn't expect him to ponder for a long time, asked some nonsense, was stunned for two seconds, and nodded obediently, "Ah!"

A thoughtful smile appeared on Wang San's smiling face: "I will take care of you and give you [-] yuan a month."

"Damn it!!!" Tang Xingxing suddenly became stupid, and his face was full of unbelievable shock.

"Don't be too surprised," Wang San smiled, looking at his slender waist and hips, and said with satisfaction, "You are worth the price."

Tang Xingxing was furious: "I'm only fifty thousand?"

Wang San smiled and said righteously: "Is [-] very little? I can go to Tsinghua University to hire a top student and it doesn't cost [-] for a month. Don't be arrogant at such a young age, and the hearts of people are not enough. If you work hard, how will you know?" No chance of appreciation?"

Tang Xingxing pointed at his nose and shouted: "I am so good-looking and you only give me [-]? A top student... Does a top student have my bulingbuling eyes? Does he have my straight nose? My ruddy cherry mouth ?"

"High-achieving students can write poems, can you? Can you quarrel with the Allied Forces of the Eight Nations, calculate the planetary trajectory of Alpha Centauri B, and study the impact of human intestinal flora on the body, IQ and mood of mice? Can you? "

Tang Xingxing was dumbfounded.

Wang San smiled and concluded: "You see, you don't know anything, and you dare to negotiate the price with me. Fifty thousand is already a price of conscience. If there is no objection, it will be decided like this."

"Did... be damned," Tang Xingxing yelled, "Why does my majestic young master of the Tang family want to be taken care of by you?"

"Because you are poor." After speaking, Wang San smiled and looked at the Xiong brothers, "Have you sent your account number to Wei Cong? Why hasn't there been any response?"

"There is a reaction, but..." Xiong Er's fierce face showed a look of confusion, and he showed Wang Sanxiao's mobile phone to him, "The amount seems wrong."

Tang Xingxing jumped up: "Impossible, my Brother Cong goes up and down tens of millions every minute!"

Wang Sanxiao kicked him away, looked at the phone screen, and saw a remittance text message: XX Bank reminded that the account with the last four digits of your card number is 4488 received a remittance of 521000...

Xiong Er asked suspiciously: "Boss Wei just gave 52 yuan, what does that mean? Third young master, do you want to beat this kid?"

Wang Sanxiao stared at the text message for a long time, a strange smile slipped from the corner of his lips, showing no joy or sorrow, then put the phone in his pocket, shifted his eyes to Tang Xingxing's face full of anxiety, and stared at him Two seconds later, he said to Xiong Er: "Beat him."

After speaking, he strode out of the bathroom, Tang Xingxing burst into tears in an instant, hugged Wang Sanxiao's waist from behind, and cried loudly: "Third brother, don't hit me... I really know I was wrong... ..."

Kang Tianzhen was squatting obediently in the corridor digging the wall. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw Wang Sanxiao coming out with a rage, with a handsome boy with a pear face and rain hanging on his waist. He stood up, dumbfounded , until the person came to the front, I barely found the voice: "Smile... Smile, you have been in the toilet for so long, what are you doing?"

"Come on, let me introduce," Wang Sanxiao tore off the beautiful boy from his waist, and said lightly, "This is my mistress, who is called Pang Jiaer in Beijing, little Xing Xing, the fat, tender and juicy old boy in front of you is my Come, mistress, say hello."

Kang Tianzhen was stunned for two seconds, and then furious: "Fuck you, uncle! Wang Sanxiao, who the hell is your concubine?"

"Don't make trouble, darling, don't make trouble," Wang San smiled with a helpless smile of enjoying the blessings of everyone, and with one arm on each side, he dragged his concubine and Pang Jiaer out of the bar.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, a stretched Lincoln drove slowly and stopped in front of an unremarkable small hotel. Xiong Er opened the door, and Wang Sanxiao got off the car with hugs left and right, and swaggered towards the hotel. Sluggish, looking at the man in front of the hotel, without saying a word, but with a brighter smile on his face.

Tang Xingxing's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Brother Cong, why are you here? Come and help me, Wang San laughed at him for bullying me!"

Wei Cong walked over, ignored his yelling, looked at Wang Sanxiao's slightly drunken cheeks, and frowned slightly: "Have you been drinking?"

"It's just a drink," Wang Sanxiao smiled lightly, and looked at Wei Cong for a moment, then suddenly tilted his head, kissed Tang Xingxing's face, and turned to look at Wei Cong, "Little Xingxing is already mine. It's near home, will Mr. Wei blame me for being beautiful?"

Wei Cong's eyes were instantly as cold as a pool, and he smiled wryly in a low voice: "You are not such a childish person."

"It seems that Mr. Wei expects too much from me," Wang San smiled and kissed Tang Xingxing again, his lips moved slightly against his cheek, and he opened his mouth slightly to enclose his lips...

The moment his lips touched, Wei Cong stretched out his hand suddenly and pulled Tang Xingxing out. Wang Sanxiao was pushed staggered by the huge reaction force, and fell on Kang Tianzhen.

Wei Cong's eyes fell on Kang Tianzhen's face, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes: "This is..."

"I'm just a passer-by." Kang Tianzhen immediately pushed Wang Sanxiao away, moved two steps to the side with an upright face, and waved his hands, "I don't know Mr. Wang Sanxiao, let alone his mistress Tang Xiaoxing. Sir, your love triangle has nothing to do with me, just sauce."

Wang San smiled lewdly and pinched Kang Tianzhen's face: "You are my concubine."

"No, I'm not," Kang Tianzhen twisted his fat waist and ran away like a snake, "stay away from me, thank you."

Wei Cong reached out and grabbed Wang Sanxiao's wrist, looking into his eyes: "Are you drunk?"

"What's Yu Qing doing?" Wang Sanxiao broke away from him, his eyes fell on Tang Xingxing who was hiding behind Wei Cong like a bird, and couldn't help laughing, "The winter night is cold and the spring night is short, Mr. Wei still Don't mess with Wang here, take your little star home and go to bed." After finishing speaking, he grabbed Kang Tianzhen's collar, dragged him into the hotel, and waved lazily, "Big Xiong ,see a visitor out!"

"Three smiles..." Wei Cong chased after him.

But unexpectedly, he was stopped by two tall bodyguards and said politely: "President Wei, please go back."

Standing at the bottom of the steps, Wei Cong watched as Wang Sanxiao pinched Kang Tianzhen under his arm like a sack, and the two entered the lobby of the hotel noisy, and suddenly raised his voice: "Third Young Master, the Zhaode Auction will be held tomorrow. Guomao Hotel opened..."

Wang San smiled: "No!"

Wei Cong said to himself: "At nine o'clock in the morning, I will send a car to pick you up..."

"Say no!"

Wei Cong turned a deaf ear to the impatience in his tone, and smiled politely: "Then it's settled, I hope we can cooperate happily."

"..." Tang Xingxing, who had witnessed everything, stood at the bottom of the steps, watched Wang Sanxiao disappear from sight, and muttered, "Are you two long-lost brothers?"

"Huh?" Wei Cong turned to look at him, the light in his eyes was gone, and his eyes were filled with undisguised impatience.

Tang Xingxing thought of the default contract of selling his life, and suddenly felt sad, and said bitterly: "Your behavior of talking to yourself is really too annoying!"

Wei Cong ignored the resentful young man, walked towards his car, and said indifferently: "If you have the courage to provoke Wang Sanxiao, you must have the courage to bear the consequences, otherwise no one will be able to help you."

Tang Xingxing was stunned for two seconds, and ran to his car, only to find that Wei Cong sat in the car by himself and closed the door, as if he had no intention of inviting him into the car, and asked blankly: "Aren't you Take me home?"

Wei Cong looked at him suspiciously: "Have all the cars of the Tang family been sold?"

"……Hey?"

Wei Cong handed out a hundred-yuan bill from the car window: "Take a taxi and go home."

"Damn it, you humiliated me!!!" Tang Xingxing was furious, staring at the banknote, and said fiercely, "Who cares about your stinky money?"

"Knowing that you are not rare, please ask Young Master Tang to pay off the debts as soon as possible. Let's not talk about the previous debts. Tonight, I will help you repay Wang Sanxiao's 52.1 yuan. Young Master Tang, don't forget," Wei Wei After Cong finished speaking calmly, he said to the driver, "Drive," and then loosened his fingers, and the banknotes fell in the cold wind.

The sudden start of the car startled Tang Xingxing, and he chased the car and yelled, "Wei Cong, did you take the wrong medicine?"

In the cold night, no one answered his question. Tang Xingxing jumped into the air for a long time, turned his head and picked up the banknote on the ground, gently brushed off the dust, put it on his lips and kissed it forcefully, and said to himself: Don't have any grudges against money, hum!

... Hey, wait a minute, how much did the surname Wei pay back to Wang Sanxiao? 52.1?Is he out of his mind?Do I have to pay the remaining 17 by myself?Damn... Tang Xingxing cursed viciously, carefully rolled up the hundred-yuan bill and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans, when a white light suddenly flashed in his mind: 52.1? 521?Fuck, it seems to know something important, my God, will I be silenced?