That night, in a villa under Cheongdam-dong, JN District, Seoul, a short-haired girl dressed as a man lifted the black-framed glasses on her face with her fingertips and complained to Choi Zhe, but she complained to her, but she didn't have a naughty and coquettish tone, and even a little cold:

"Brother, this agent has always been to make money outside, why do you still try to put money in it? Usually give me a few million pocket money, but give it to others is 50 million, I really doubt that he is your only relative. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Please, are you richer than me, I give you millions, tens of millions or hundreds of millions of pocket money? Isn't the wool out of the sheep? You've actually been funding me for the past few years. ”

Cui Zhe looked helpless, and couldn't figure out why he had obviously woken up with Zheng San'er, why his sister would find out about this matter. But in terms of making money, he is indeed completely inferior to his sister Cui Minjing, who is still a little confident when he fights desperately.

But over the years, the days have become more and more peaceful, and it is getting harder and harder for Cui Zhe to make such a fuss anymore, and the old man he was with him has also persuaded him to take the right path several times, and he has to keep an eye on his performance.

Cui Zhe remembered in which book he had read that prostitutes must pass his mother's pass, and there were only three reasons why his mother agreed, one was to get a large amount of redemption money, the second was that the prostitute was so rotten that it had no use value, and the third was that he was forced by more powerful people and had to submit.

Although he Cui Zhe is not a prostitute, and the old man is not a mother, the truth is the same, and Cui Zhe always feels that his sister has something to do with him being ordered to follow the right path.

"Min Jing, you tell me honestly, did you give my stepfather a large sum of money behind my back, or used this money to use any relationship, why do I think that the things he forced me to be good are becoming more and more evil? No matter how I say it, he can be regarded as his right-hand man! ”

"Then guess it, did the old man sell you as a capable man when he saw the money, or did I find someone to hold a gun to the old man's head and threaten him?"

"This ......," Cui Zhe couldn't answer for a while.

"I think, no matter which answer is the truth, you may not feel good in your heart, one is greedy for money, the other is afraid of death, together is greedy for money and afraid of death, this is far from the image of your father-in-law in your concept, but I want to say that he is that kind of person."

Cui Minjing smiled and said: "So, you still don't count on them anymore, these days, how can human favors be rich and precious, you had to sell your life to support me, and now I bought your life back, and I don't bother to ask for their lives, let's live our lives well." ”

"Min Jing, that's not what I said. At the beginning, the old man was kind to me for rewarding me with food, and he was not really sure that I could make a lot of money for him, and besides, all the years I had to live were days of working hard to get money and taking money, and I couldn't live anymore, in fact, he didn't let me do many dangerous things, I know it in my heart. ”

Cui Min looked at Cui Zhe for a long time, and said slowly:

"That old man is good to you, and he happily agreed to my request, without asking for a sky-high price, and not as difficult as I imagined, what about others? Worthy of your kind help? After all, Zheng San'er blocked a knife for you back then, and you helped him open a bar to repay the favor, but what about the little artist? How can he be worthy of being supported in front of you? There's something I don't know about. ”

"Isn't it just 50 million, why do you care about it, you are not such a stingy person, didn't you give Zheng San'er the money to open a bar without saying a word?" Cui Zhe smiled bitterly.

"Brother, are you still going to hide it from me? Do you really think I'd be foolish enough to believe that you went to S.M to be an agent just to fulfill that old man's arrangement? That old man didn't name him, so you had to be an agent for a trainee named Fang Mo'an. ”

Cui Minjing's eyes tightened, and she continued:

"I have investigated, Fang Mo'an is the adopted child of the middle-aged couple of the Fang family, his biological parents died in a car accident, but the strange thing is that the two people who died in the car accident have the same name and the same appearance as our parents and parents, do you think this is strange?"

The expression on Cui Zhe's face was wrong, knowing that some things could not be concealed anymore, but then he heard something that made his heart beat even more:

"Don't hide it, I think, your brother Fang Mo'an, no...... It's your own brother, and I should want you to tell me the truth, otherwise, you should ask him yourself? ”

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About ten hours ago, that is, on the morning of this day, Fang Moan received a text message from Cui Zhe, the content of the text message was very simple, that is, Cui Zhe said that he had something to look for him, and asked him to meet at a café located in Apguting in JN District.

And he gets an options dialog:

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This mysterious invitation, are you going or not? (Note: It's okay not to go.) ）

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a. Go

b. Don't go

“a！ Of course I'm going, are you waiting for Cui Zhe to find someone to invite me over? It's okay if you don't go yet...... Who is fooling, I know that it is useless to choose not to choose, can it still avoid disasters? ”

didn't think about anything else, Fang Mo'an hurriedly went out without telling anyone that he was going to Apguting, because the appointment time set by the other party was really tight, and if he delayed a little, it would be easy to be late, as if he had deliberately pinched the time, so that he had to arrive immediately without stopping.

However, what Fang Mo'an didn't expect was that when he arrived at the café, Cui Zhe was not inside, but a man girl with short ear-length hair and black-rimmed glasses got up from her seat and greeted him:

"I wanted to see you after learning about some situations yesterday, but I was afraid that it would be too abrupt, so I could only deceive you in this way, I hope you don't be surprised, by the way, I forgot to introduce, I am Cui Zhe's sister Cui Minjing, hello, Fang ...... Mr. ”

"Some situations?"

Fang Mo'an wondered, thinking that it might be Cui Minjing, a sensible sister, who knew that her brother Cui Zhe, who had been messing around, had become an agent, and she was grateful, so she wanted to meet the artist who helped her brother get out of the darkness and move towards the light.

But he really didn't help Cui Zhe in the matter of changing his mind, strictly speaking, he was stained with the light of this matter.

Fang Mo'an was embarrassed for a while, feeling that Cui Minjing had found the wrong person to thank him, and invited him to come to such an elegant café as a guest, but unfortunately he really couldn't get used to drinking this kind of thing.

"I'll let you break the bank, I'll invite you this time." Fang Mo'an, who was worried about the hundreds of thousands of flowers on his body, said directly.

"This is my own shop, what kind of money does it cost, and I don't know what kind of coffee you like to drink, so I'll order it for you first, don't mind." Cui Minjing beckoned, and within a while, a cup of coffee was brought to Fang Mo'an by a waiter dressed as a maid.

"Don't mind." Although Fang Mo'an didn't like to drink it, he also saw that Cui Minjing ordered him the kind of espresso with a very bitter taste, and people who were not really obsessed would not like it at all, and they would feel that it was particularly unpleasant, which was purely sinful.

"What, don't you like it? My brother doesn't like this either, every time he sees my expression on his face when he gives him an espresso, it's exactly the same as you are now, not only that, but he doesn't like any coffee, I think Mr. Fang is the same. ”

"Well, I'll tell you the truth, so am I."

Fang Mo'an nodded, but still took a sip politely, but the bitter taste spreading between his lips and teeth was really distressing, and as he chatted, his consciousness became more and more blurred, until he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he had arrived at a place that appeared to be a villa, and he happened to be lying on a bed......