Scumbag ex, your white moonlight is staring at me

The beating sound continued, but the one who was beaten no longer screamed, but made that kind of desperate groaning sound.

Then the one who hit the person walked towards Tong Yang, and the footsteps got closer and closer.

Tong Yang felt cold in his heart.

Who, who won?

Is it the paparazzi?Or the one who ran out suddenly?

Who is that person?

Tong Yang didn't dare to think anymore, he just wanted to escape.

So he stood up suddenly, turned and ran.

Then, with a bang, it hit the wall.

There was a whirl...

Tong Yang sat on the ground covering his head, his mind buzzing for a long time.

Then he heard Yu Zetong's voice, gentle and helpless: "Why are you running?"

Tong Yang's heart relaxed slightly.

He gritted his teeth and said: "You don't make a sound, who knows who you are!"

Yu Zetong laughed in a muffled voice: "Aren't you very good at beating people? How did you get so scared just now?"

Tong Yang ignored him.

After finally feeling better, Tong Yang stood up and saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A strange man was lying on the ground, covering his head, moaning on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and there were suspected teeth on the ground.

It is estimated that he was beaten badly.

But being beaten so badly couldn't stop the man's eyes from looking at the camera not far away.

Before Tong Yang could speak, Yu Zetong walked over directly, crushed the camera with his foot, bent down and plucked through the debris a few times, and found the memory card.

The man wailed: "Don't, don't, there are still photos I need for work in this card!"

Yu Zetong ignored him, put the memory card in his pocket, and took out the wallet from the man's jacket.

After opening it, inside was a photo of a family of three.

Yu Zetong looked at the photo, with a faint smile on his face: "My daughter is so pretty."

Then I found out the ID card and looked at the address on it.

Fear finally appeared on the man's face: "You, what are you doing?"

Yu Zetong closed the wallet and threw it back to the man, with a slight smile on his face: "If you talk nonsense outside, I will remember your family—"

The word "oh" was said in an extremely frivolous manner, with a slight upward sound at the end.

But like a reminder for a ghost, the man's face was pale.

Yu Zetong said: "You know I'm rich, right? Huh? Do I need to say the rest?"

The man was sweating profusely, got up trembling, and wished he could kneel down and kowtow to Yu Zetong: "I, I, Mr. Yu, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Who asked you to come?"

"Fang Haozhe, it's him! He asked me to follow Tong Yang all the time, dig up his black material and expose it on the Internet. I, I'm just doing things for money."

Yu Zetong: "Oh."

The man cried and said, "I don't dare anymore, really, I'm just a tabloid reporter."

Yu Zetong: "Yes."

The man was crying, but Yu Zetong still had a faint smile, and he was still gently echoing the man's words.

This should be an extremely warm scene, but it looks a little creepy.

Especially, after Yu Zetong finished listening, he took out a stack of hundred yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them to the man.

"go to hospital."

How could a man dare to ask for the money to live the King of Hades? He pushed it back, turned around and ran away.

Tong Yang was stunned by the sidelines. What kind of rookie is this? He's a brilliant actor. He's a mafia boss who threatens tabloid reporters with his family's life...

Yu Zetong went to help Tong Yang, but Tong Yang was knocked dizzy by the wall, and he didn't refuse.

"Send you back."

Tong Yang wanted to refuse, but Yu Zetong said again: "If you don't want to go back, go to my house."

Tong Yang silently closed his mouth and asked Yu Zetong to support him.

The two walked slowly in the alley.

"Thank you for helping me." Tong Yang thanked.

"Nothing." Yu Zetong said.

The two fell silent.

After a while, Yu Zetong spoke again.

"Look, your Brother Hao Zhe is this guy."

"Heh, he's always been like this and hasn't changed."

"Then you still have such a good relationship with him?"

"Uh..." The relationship is not good, how can I punish him?

But there is no need to tell Yu Zetong about his own plans, Tong Yang chose to remain silent.

Yu Zetong was still wondering: "Why did he ask someone to blackmail you?"

Tong Yang thought: "I'm afraid of losing."

The two arrived at the door of the hotel, and Tong Yang said, "My room is up there, thank you for seeing me off."

The implication is, don't go up there.

Yu Zetong said, "Why don't you invite me up for a cup of tea?"

Tong Yang: "What's good about the tea in the hotel? I don't even use the kettle in the hotel."

Because I heard that many unscrupulous guests will use the kettle to boil underwear...

Yu Zetong let out an oh, and just looked at Tong Yang like that.

Tong Yang was a little embarrassed by the sight, so he said to Yu Zetong: "The main thing is, if you want to go up, you have to register at the front desk. Do you dare to show your ID card?"

It would be strange not to be surrounded by your fans.

Yu Zetong squinted his eyes and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Tong Yang didn't dare to look at him either, after all, it wasn't suitable for the savior.

"Just go like this, I think I'm at a loss." Yu Zetong said.

Tong Yang tentatively said, "Then shall I give you some money to express my gratitude?"

Yu Zetong said, "That's fine."

Tong Yang breathed a sigh of relief, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

"One hundred thousand."

Tong Yang: "What??"

"One hundred thousand."

"You don't seem to be short of money, old man? Why, so—" Tong Yang was dumbfounded.

Yu Zetong smiled, his eyes were crooked, and with his handsome face of standard white moonlight, ordinary people have long been bewitched, giving as much as they want.

But Yangyang refused, because Yangyang had no money.

Tong Yang fell into a difficult situation.

Then Yu Zetong leaned over and whispered in Tong Yang's ear, "A hug is fine."

The voice was low and very bewitching, and it made people blush and heartbeat.

Even Tong Yang couldn't help but his heart began to pound.

Do you want to hug Yu Zetong?

Although I have kissed Yu Zetong before, there is still a difference between actively hugging and passively hugging.

Maybe Yu Zetong will go further in the future.

He was hesitating, but Yu Zetong had already made the choice for him. He bent down and gently hugged Tong Yang in his arms.

Then whispered in Tong Yang's ear: "I was scared just now, don't be afraid."

The hug was so warm and reassuring.

Listening to those comforting words, Tong Yang, who claimed to have a hard heart, actually felt a sense of peace of mind.

Is he worried about me?

He couldn't help thinking about it.

The hug ended soon, and Yu Zetong reached out to rub Tong Yang's hair.

"Rest early, maybe there will be a tough battle tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Tong Yang: That's it... leave? ?

After walking a few steps, he turned around and came back.

Tong Yang showed such an expression as expected.

He knew it would not end so easily!

In the end, Yu Zetong just took out a thick wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it to Tong Yang.

"I'm scared, go buy some delicious Bubu."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Tong Yang stared at Yu Zetong's back in a daze, and didn't close his mouth for a long time.

Giving money to the tabloid reporter who was beaten just now, and now giving money to myself, does this mean that you will become a money-scattering boy instead of an actor?

Looking down again, his money was much thicker than what he had just given to the tabloid reporter.

Tong Yang: Well, this is the person who knows how to do things, knowing who is more valuable.

However, Tong Yang's previous doubts resurfaced in his heart again.

Yu Zetong, who are you? Why do you appear beside me like this?

it's wired……

small theater:

Yu Zetong: Yangyang's hug is worth one hundred thousand.

Tong Yang: Get lost and kneel on the washboard.

Yu Zetong: Why?

Tong Yang: In your heart, Lao Tzu is worth a hundred thousand? ?