I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 288: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (44)



Chapter 288: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (44)

The retro villa standing on the top of the mountains emits a faint light in the darkness, like a lighthouse on the sea, and is particularly conspicuous.

The luxuriously decorated room was filled with a faint fragrance.

Those who hear it feel at ease and psychedelic, and the fatigue of the soul is forgotten along with it.

Lying on the big white bed, Ye Zhao closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and seeped into his temples.

With my hands clasped on my abdomen, I felt as if I didn't know what day it was.

The hypnotist saw that Ye Zhao had entered a hypnotic state.

I looked at the man tasting wine on the red velvet sofa with some hesitation, and after getting his consent, I began to ask him.

"What happened after leaving Liangcun five years ago?"

Ye Zhao fell into a trance, and all kinds of past memories came flooding back like a tide.

“I remember waking up in a field of abandoned houses.”

"I rushed back to look for my mother and brother, but the place was razed to the ground and everyone was missing."

"I've been searching for a long, long time, but I can't find it."

"Later, I went into the city to look for it."

"But I was too stupid and got lost a few times..."

At that time, I had no money and couldn't even afford to eat. I was so desperate that I stole and robbed.

I have been beaten and I have also beaten others.

In order to survive, I tried washing dishes and moving bricks, but I was unlucky and was either cheated or had my money deducted.

Because of the bad things that happened in Liang Village, he didn't dare to stay in one place for too long even if he found a place where he could work for a long time.

Whenever I try to stay in one place for a long time, something bad happens.

Later he rummaged through the trash cans, picking up scraps. Everything he ate, wore, and used was found in the trash cans.

I sell things I don’t need, and I’ve saved money for a long time, but I’m reluctant to rent a house and I can’t afford it.

If you have no place to live, live under a bridge.

The money he had saved with great difficulty was cheated away by a bad guy under the bridge.

One night when I was picking up scraps, I heard some thugs nearby say that their boss was looking for some playmates for some rich people.

If you are good-looking and hook up with a few rich men, you will never have to worry about food and drink from then on, and if you are lucky you can even get a house.

He just heard that there was food, so he went to ask them where to sign up.

A few thugs took one look at him and laughed at him for being thin, dark, ugly, and wanting to imitate others and live off their wives.

They beat him up, and he fought back, but he was outnumbered and couldn't win.

He didn't cry while he licked his wounds in the corner.

For someone like him who is not loved by anyone, tears will only make him look more useless.

He also knows that he is not good-looking, and he still has this self-awareness.

But he was really hungry. There had been heavy rains in the past few days, and the river water in the bridge hole had risen sharply. He didn't even have a place to live.

If he lives anywhere else, he will be driven away. There is no place for him anywhere.

He didn't dare go to the police station as he had a deep fear of that place.

All I know is that he didn't want to die at that time, he just wanted to have a full meal.

Even if I die, I want to die with a full stomach.

He bought cigarettes with some money he had saved from picking up scraps.

Find those thugs, make peace with them, and ask them questions in a nice way.

This time they didn't beat him, but laughed at him and brought him before the boss.

The boss was very dissatisfied with him and was about to throw him out.

He hugged his thighs and cried, saying that he was willing to do anything.

Not afraid of death, not afraid of fatigue, and even willing to abandon conscience and kill people.

All he wants is to have enough food and clothes and to find his lost family.

The boss had never seen such a shameless person. He was enlightened and finally gave him some attention.

Ask someone to wash him clean and bring him up.

It took a long time to wash the whole body and then present it to the boss.

The boss said he was so ugly, like a little black cat hiding in a trash can. He was given the opportunity, and it depended on whether he could seize it.

That evening, he had a clean, hot meal for the first time.

But he missed the longevity noodles his mother made for him even more.

Lying on a bed as soft as a cloud, rolling around, I exclaimed for the first time, is this heaven?

But he couldn't sleep. Ever since leaving Liang Village, he had nightmares every day and could only fall asleep when he was extremely tired.

Three days later, he was sent to a high-end club like everyone else.

The boss said that anyone who fails to complete the task within three days will be fired.

Those who are prettier than him, even if they fail to complete the task, can still find a rich woman, either a wealthy man or a child from a wealthy family, so at least they don’t have to worry about food and clothing.

Only he, no one would be interested in him even if he was given away for free.

When the appointed time comes, he will be reduced to his original form and continue to live under the bridge and pick up scraps.

With five minutes left before the deadline, he refused to be thrown out and headed straight to the eighth floor of the club.

He heard the vicious curses and fierce footsteps of the people chasing him throughout the whole process, and he didn't dare to look back.

They all rushed to a box that was used to entertain the rich and powerful.

At first glance, I saw a young man with heavy makeup surrounded by people.

It was strange that everyone greeted him with a nod and a smile, and their tone was as gentle as a breeze.

It was as if he was loved, liked and watched by everyone.

He was so envious and he wanted it too.

Want to take away everything from him and make it his own.

At that moment, she boldly threw herself into his arms.

She shamelessly shouted, "Little brother, please support me. I am very well-behaved, I eat little, work a lot, and am willing to learn everything. I will try my best to do my best."

"roll!"

"Where did this rubbish come from!"

The bodyguard next to that person reacted violently and scolded him.

He pushed him away and let the security guard who was chasing him drag him out.

He kicked off his shoes, his clothes were torn, and he cried loudly, "I won't go, I won't go!"

Many people surrounded the priceless young man and asked him about his well-being.

The young man was annoyed and looked contemptuous. When he accidentally saw his face, his expression suddenly changed.

He dropped his wine glass without realizing it and shouted, "Stop!"

It was like pressing the pause button and everything came to a halt.

The boy who hated him so much became a completely different person, holding him tightly in his arms with trembling hands.

When she touched his cold, exposed skin, she anxiously took off her coat and put it on him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly. I didn't know it was you. Don't be mad at me. I'll give you whatever you want, okay?"

Apologize and coax him.

He was so scared that he hiccuped, and with a bit of jealousy and anger, he bit him in revenge.

The young man held him carefully and carried him out of the club. When he fastened his seatbelt, he brushed away the loose hair from his forehead and said, "I finally found you."

That night, he found the most powerful long-term meal ticket and no longer had to suffer from hunger and cold.

He thinks so.

At the same time, he also learned his name, Shen Qingshu.

……

After hearing this, the hypnotist felt mixed emotions.

It was just a moment, and he quickly regained his composure. "In your mind, what kind of person is Shen Qingshu?"

Ye Zhao clenched his hands together and said, "Qingshu has excellent grades and is very talented. Everyone says he has outstanding abilities and a bright future."

"In my opinion, Qingshu is stupid and easy to deceive. He is a sucker."

The hypnotist has a black line on his forehead. Are you polite?

After holding it in for a moment, she asked him again, "How is Qingshu treating you?"

Ye Zhao's fingertips turned white. "He was very good to me, always meeting my requests, never hitting me or scolding me."

Only he is too willful and squanders his love recklessly.

The hypnotist asked him again, "Do you like Shen Qingshu?"

"No, I can't like it." Ye Zhao's face showed pain and his body began to tremble.

"why?"

"I lied to him. He knows nothing about the real me." Ye Zhao frowned and bit his lips until the skin was broken and bleeding.

"now what?"

A tear fell on the pillow. Ye Zhao was desperate and then accepted the fact calmly. "Qingshu doesn't like me now, and I don't like him either. I will never lie to him again."

He was very sad, but there was nothing he could do, he had tried his best.

"Do you hate him?"

Regarding this question, Ye Zhao never wavered, "No hatred."

If it weren't for Shen Qingshu, he would never have known that someone could regard him as so important.

You will never know what it feels like to be protected and loved by someone.

The hypnotist sighed imperceptibly, "Do you really want to forget Shen Qingshu?"

Ye Zhao nodded and shook his head, pinching his fingertips, "Don't forget, I just don't want to be sad for him, I don't want to be led by his attitude towards me, I don't want to become unlike myself. If you must forget, please let me forget that Qingshu gave me to someone else."

If emotions could be turned on and off as desired, with free control, they wouldn't be so sad.

The hypnotist glanced at the incense that was about to burn out and said, "Good boy, get some sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up. Tomorrow is a new day."


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