Quick Wear: The yandere male supporting role always wants to repay me

Chapter 7
Zhao Zhiyue originally hoped that Sang Xia could bring over 1000 million, so that he could get rid of this little princess.

However, none of the phone calls he made to Sang Xia were answered.

Could it be that Sang Xia blocked his phone?

Or, did Sang Xia really hang out with Jiang Tingan!
This damned unruly woman!Damn broken shoes!

He almost fainted from anger, he gritted his teeth and sent Sang Xia a text message.

[Xia Xia, you brought 1000 million to private room 103 of Qingfeng Bar tonight. I have some farewell words that I want to tell you alone when I go abroad. 】

Jiang Ting'an just ordered takeaway on Sang Xia's mobile phone, and when he was about to place an order, he received a text message from Zhao Zhiyue.

He read the text message with a sullen face, and quickly deleted the text message from his rival.

Sang Xia picked up the medicine at the medicine window downstairs, and she quickly returned to the ward with a bag of medicine.

When she came in, a nurse just finished giving Jiang Ting'an the needle.

"I brought the medicine back, have you ordered takeaway yet?" Sang Xia put the medicine on the table, walked to Jiang Tingan's hospital bed with concern, and asked with her head down.

"Ordered." Jiang Tingan smiled, looked at the bottle and said, "Xia Xia, why don't you go back to school to get your laptop first, my takeaway order is delivered at 07:30, after I finish the injection, I can eat takeaway with you."

"Well, good." Sang Xia thought that her dissertation opening report had only started at one point, so she lowered her head and took the mobile phone Jiang Tingan handed over.

When she walked to the entrance of the hospital, she suddenly remembered that Jiang Tingan's fruit phone was out of battery, so she turned back, leaned against the VIP ward panting and asked, "Um... Ting An, isn't your phone out of battery? Need it?" Shall I bring you a charging cable?"

Jiang Tingan thought that Sang Xia was gone, and he was about to pull out the needle himself, and went to Qingfeng Bar to settle the score with Zhao Zhiyue.

Unexpectedly, Sang Xia turned back.

He withdrew his hand that had already torn off a piece of tape, pulled the corner of the quilt to cover it, and said nonchalantly, "Thank you Xia Xia."

His heart was beating like a drum, and Sang Xia almost saw him pulling out the needle without authorization.

Jiang Tingan's expression froze, and it took a few seconds for his heartbeat to slow down, "Xia Xia, go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you to come back and have dinner together in the ward."

"Okay," Sang Xia tiptoed to look at the hanging bottle, and instructed, "Ting An, don't move around, be careful rolling the needle."

"Okay," Jiang Ting'an agreed, and saw Sang Xia's hurriedly leaving back disappearing beside the door frame painted with afterglow.

He deliberately waited 15 minutes longer this time, and after making sure that Sang Xia would not come back, he pulled out the needle.

He picked out a black sweater and black trousers from the closet in his ward and put on them. After putting on the black mask, Jiang Tingan reached out and took a peaked cap to cover his bangs.

The young man in the mirror instantly looked gloomy and extremely attractive.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message in his brother group, ran down the stairs in three steps and two steps, hailed a taxi and went straight to private room 103 of Qingfeng Bar.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, a group of tall, handsome young men rushed to the bar.

Jiang Tingan sat impatiently by the booth, glanced at the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist, and glanced coldly at the few people at the door of the bar.

"You guys were 2 minutes late."

The leading young man in a black suit froze for a moment, then said with a smile, "Young Master Jiang really doesn't understand us social animals who have already stepped into society."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and follow." Jiang Tingan raised his hand to lower his peaked cap a little to avoid meeting his classmates in the school. After finding room 103, he knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Jiang Ting'an." He said his name coldly.

"What wind brought you, Young Master Jiang?" The little princess Chi Yu had heard Jiang Ting'an's name before.

Legend has it that Jiang Ting'an has a white moonlight named Sang Xia who loves to the bone.

Chi Yu was very puzzled as to why Jiang Tingan, a clean and self-conscious young man, would come here, so she frowned and said, "Master Jiang's friends also come in for a drink or two?"

Those youths standing behind Jiang Tingan didn't say a word.

"I received a text message from Zhao Zhiyue, so I don't need to have a drink."

Jiang Tingan leaned against the door of the private room, the bright light cast a shadow on his tall nose.

Seeing Zhao Zhiyue who was kneeling on the ground like a dog in the water, he sneered, "Didn't you talk on the phone just now?"

A black sweater can be worn by Jiang Tingan with an overpowering nobility, Zhao Zhiyue suddenly feels that Jiang Tingan is not as simple as he first met in the coffee shop.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made Zhao Zhiyue shudder uncontrollably.

But he, Zhao Zhiyue, has also been reelected for many times, and he is only a little behind Jiang Tingan in terms of appearance.

Wearing the washed white denim jacket on him, he felt like a cool and simple good student.

It is the white moonlight style that is most likely to cause women's hearts to soften. In addition, Zhao Zhiyue's plain clothes give people a very approachable feeling.

Jiang Tingan withdrew his eyes from looking at Zhao Zhiyue, and let out a light snort.

I'm afraid Zhao Zhiyue took away his position in Sang Xia's heart by virtue of this, and forcibly prevented Sang Xia from contacting him during these five years.

"That's a matter between me and Sang Xia. It's not up to you, an outsider, to intervene." Zhao Zhiyue felt a sense of crisis when he saw Jiang Tingan coming.

He didn't want Jiang Tingan to know that Sangxia, the fish in his pond, felt unhooked, so he said firmly, "Jiang Tingan, you don't know how much Sangxia loves me, right?"

"She borrowed money everywhere for me..."

Before Zhao Zhiyue finished speaking, Jiang Tingan interrupted, "It's a pity, Xia Xia doesn't love you at all."

A copy of the prenuptial agreement was photographed by Jiang Tingan on Zhao Zhiyue's face.

Because of the presence of the little princess, Zhao Zhiyue didn't dare to act rashly at all. He picked up the prenuptial agreement that fell in front of him and glanced at it, and suddenly the heat of anger rushed to his head.

Sang Xia, the slut from the Quick Transmigration Department! ! !

She actually violated the plot and signed a prenuptial agreement with a male supporting role! ! !

Zhao Zhiyue's eyes are getting darker, he has to quickly bring back this plot point that deviates from the main line!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to kill Sang Xia's soul when he finished the plot!
Zhao Zhiyue's hands clutching the A4 paper had bruised veins, and he lowered his head with incomparable forbearance.

Now is not the time to make a move, Zhao Zhiyue, the malicious scorer, warned himself over and over again.

A black shadow fell on top of his head, Zhao Zhiyue was about to raise his head in surprise.

His back was kicked by a leather shoe with a slightly hard sole.

"Stop talking? Are you dumb?" Jiang Tingan's friend smiled viciously.

"Aren't you good at painting cakes for your sister-in-law? You can earn 1000 million yuan in half a year after returning to China. That's pretty good!"

When Zhao Zhiyue heard this, he immediately thought that Sang Xia had revealed all these things. This woman who betrayed him was simply unforgivable!
He struggled in humiliation, just stood up and wanted to scold the group of people, but was directly punched by Jiang Tingan and fell to the ground.

"Don't you want me to lend you money? If you bark three times like a dog, I'll lend it to you." Jiang Tingan crushed the fingers of Zhao Zhiyue who was lying on the ground like a dead dog with his feet.

(End of this chapter)