[BL, MTL] Crooked? Here Comes the Warmth! (Quick Wear)

Chapter 598-604: The Real and Fake Young Master (22-28)

Chapter 598: The Real and Fake Young Master (22)

　　Just as Songsong said, Duan's father blocked the gate of Duan Ye's original school all afternoon but did not see Duan Ye.

　　Father Duan kicked the street lamp angrily, but because he couldn't control the strength, he hugged his feet and cried out in pain on the street.

　　He had a lot of debt when he was imprisoned. After he was released from prison, except for the little money he got from working in prison, he had no money left.

　　Duan's father was still thinking about finding a card club to play cards tonight, but the money he had obviously wasn't enough, so he turned to Duan Ye.

　　I thought I could find some money from Duan Ye, but I didn't expect that I couldn't find anyone at all, and the arrangement of going to the poker hall to play cards tonight was also ruined.

　　"Where did this bastard go? I won't beat you to death when you come back." As he said this, Father Duan spat viciously towards the roadside.

　　Duan Fangcun passed by a small card hall on the street when he went home. This kind of "card hall" usually consists of a simple small shed with a table and four chairs. There is usually a group of people surrounding it, and there will also be a special People stand at the intersection and pay attention.

　　Duan Fangcun just saw the cards on the small table in the middle through the crowd, and he felt itchy in his heart. He always felt that he would join in the fun even if he didn't gamble.

　　As soon as the excitement started, he got up and sat on one of the four chairs from where the crowd was watching.

　　The others were also watching others prepare the dishes. When they saw that Duan Fangcun was a new face, they made eye contact for a moment and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

　　Duan Fangcun, who entered the game unprepared, lost all his wallet on the spot and still owed 20,000 yuan.

　　The man's neck was red with anger, "You're out of luck!"

　　The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and a dozen pairs of eyes glanced at Duan Fangcun with disdain.

　　"You can't afford to lose, why are you playing with your mother?" Duan Fangcun was pushed on the shoulder by the person next to him.

　　Only then did Father Duan realize that the eyes of the people around him were evil, and even those with dagger-like shapes protruding from their pockets.

　　"I...I can't afford it. I didn't bring enough money with me today. How about I write you an IOU and come back when I have money?" Duan's father began to smile apologetically. He had a good attitude.

　　The guy on the other side stood up a stack of cards and knocked on the table, "Okay, write down your address too. If I find that your address is fake..."

　　Cun Po didn't finish his words, but everyone present knew what he meant.

　　Duan's father had no choice but to make a sad face and was pressed on the table to finish writing the IOU.

　　After the fingerprints were pressed, the atmosphere at the scene became relaxed again, and the scene of joking with each other resumed like ten minutes ago.

　　"This address... looks familiar." A man smoked a cigarette and squinted at the address on the IOU.

　　The person next to him seemed to have thought of something when he came over, and then suddenly laughed.