(Bl)(MTL)Be a cannon fodder in dog blood [Wear the book]

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Markups

    Ye Wan had been thinking before, what was the reason for Yuan Shen, a 19-year-old high school student, to go to the sea to survive at a young age. But until today, he vaguely knew the clue.

    Ye Wan is now sitting in the house where he claims to be his original parents, silently looking at the miserable surroundings of the family, the debt collectors in black, like a two hundred and fifty cheap brother, and a deep feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in his heart.

    He doubted that he must have done something unparalleled bad things, and that fate had tricked him into making him wear such a person. Every day was all about solving these bad things.

    "Xiao Wan." The middle-aged woman in front of him had gray hair and looked at him with tears in her eyes. She glanced at a few men in black clothes with some fear, and said miserably, "Do you have 20,000 yuan on you? Yuan? Hurry up and give it to them, these people come to collect debts every day." Ye Wan was silent for a moment: "How do     you

    owe this money?"

Know how this money is owed, or is it not just filling the bottomless hole with a black eye?

    "I know why." Ye Chen sneered and gave him a disdainful look: "How else can you owe, the old man has lost the gamble again, you don't have something to earn now, so hurry up and get on it!"

    Ye Wan glanced at the side from the beginning to the end. The tail was silent, and the gloomy man who was smoking continuously with a green air between his brows suddenly knew something in his heart.

    The three things of pornography, gambling, drugs, and any of them are enough for the whole family to drink the northwest wind. No wonder this family is so poor, and Ye Wan needs to sell himself to pay off his debts.

    "I'll give you money." Ye Wan happily transferred 20,000 yuan to the man in black on the Internet. After they left, he stood up and slowly paced to observe the small room.

    "Xiao Wan, really, thank you for coming." The middle-aged woman stood up, rubbed her hands nervously, looked at Ye Wan with guilt and happiness: "These people are starting to beat people, your father old body"

    "I'm still going to gamble." Ye Wan interrupted her lightly, and glanced contemptuously at the man who only knew how to smoke: "Aren't you asking for trouble?" The

    woman was stunned for a while.

    The man who claimed to be his father, Ye Cheng, shivered with the cigarette in his hand, stood up and stared at Ye Wan in disbelief, exactly like those old men who were impatient in domestic violence TV dramas: "What the hell did you say? What? It's your turn to teach me a lesson?!"

    "I paid you the money just now." Ye Wan sneered: "What? You were cowardly just now, but now you are going to beat people with their teeth and claws?"

    "You!" Ye Wan The city gas was out of breath, his face was flushed, and he rushed over to slap Ye Wan to death -

    "If you dare to do it, you must make a plan that I will not help you pay back the money in the future." The words made the man stop. The three people in the room stared blankly at Ye Wan's unusually strong appearance.

    Ye Wan has seen a lot of domestic violence cases, and he knows that for such people, it is useless to call the police. This kind of useless man's thinking is unreasonable, "My child and my wife, if I want to hit an outsider, I can't control it."