Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

Qi Sui blinked hesitantly.

Did he hear it right just now?

Looking at the phone with the screen turned off, I finally put it in my pocket.

The original owner lived in an old residential building in the city. The environment was not quiet. During the day, the aunt played mahjong and at night she danced in the square.

Noisy shouts traveled through every dilapidated alley.

On the way to Qi Sui, I was thinking that I had to submit a new manuscript to the editor in chief soon, and if I didn’t submit it, I wouldn’t even be able to afford to eat.

As soon as I got off the bus, I hurried home.

There are mahjong tables on several tables under the sycamore tree downstairs, with children chasing around next to them.

The fierce sound of the two tubes was rattling.

He glanced and prepared to go upstairs.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar suitcase below, with pots and pans of various sizes placed beside it.

and many more.

These seem to be my own...?

"Holy crap! What the hell!"

Qi Sui's eyes widened and he turned around twice in suspicion.

After confirming it three times, it’s yours!

"Holy crap, who threw my things out! Who!"

Qi Sui turned around and looked at the group of aunts gathered under the sycamore tree to play mahjong. It was definitely them who did it!

Sure enough, one of the fashionable women with pineapple curls and curled bangs started playing mahjong.

"I still want to live in a house, and I don't think about my worth. I really think I am a charity person. I haven't paid the rent for three months. Get out of here and don't delay me in finding a new home!"

"What are you talking about! Who are you looking down on? Now I..."

681 prompt reminder.

[Suisui, don’t be impulsive. I checked the balance of the original owner and it was only three digits. You can’t even pay for a month. 】

"me……"

Qi Sui was stunned to hold back the big words that came to his lips.

The original author is just an ordinary online novel author. He has nothing left in his body and refuses his parents’ funding. He is a pure pauper!

Not to mention the three months' rent arrears, there aren't even a few coins left in the card!

Seeing Qi Sui's embarrassed look, the landlady rolled her eyes disdainfully and sneered:

"Okay, for those three months of rent, just think of it as a good deed done by someone who took advantage of me. Quickly pack up and leave for me. My housekeeper will be here soon."

"I don't care about living here! I wish you bad luck today and lose everything in mahjong!"

Qi Sui responded unceremoniously and kicked away the pots and pans beside him, "Consider these as gifts from me! How unlucky!"

After saying that, he angrily grabbed his suitcase and left.

"Hey you ungrateful person, come back here!"

Qi Sui didn't look back and walked out of the community coolly and arrogantly.

He went to the bank first and checked the balance in his card.

When he came out, his whole body collapsed like a bolt from the blue.

681 was curious, showing his little white teeth and grinning: [Suisui, I only found three digits here, how many digits is it specifically? 】

"Actually, it's enough for me to spend a lifetime."

【what? 】

"If I died tomorrow."

Qi Sui said coldly, "Three hundred and twenty-two dollars and sixty-five cents."

Sure enough, those who write novels are all poor people!

If you don’t make much money in a day, you will either be chased by the editor with a machete and slashed behind you, or you will be chased and scolded by picky readers!

"I'm just a fucking part-time worker, don't take it out on me! It's not easy to make some money these days, I can't even afford food!"

The more Qi Sui thought about it, the angrier he became. His resentment could swallow up ten ghosts alive!

He picked up his suitcase and ran forward.

[Suisui, where are you going? Go home? 】

"What home should I go back to? I'm already twenty-seven and why should I go back and feed my old age? I'll hand in the manuscript in a few days and I'll change places when I get the money!"

[Then where are you going now? 】

"Find somewhere to eat."

Speaking of which, the original owner was a complete homebody. He didn't even have a friend to talk to, let alone stay overnight.

When Qi Sui carried his suitcase to a high-quality and cheap food street, it was almost evening, and the dusk glow filled the alleys of the big city.

He sat down at a random place and ordered a meal worth thirty yuan.

Looking at the number starting with 2 in the WeChat balance, I covered my face helplessly.

"I'm so annoyed. I'm so fucking unlucky. Why do all the good things happen to me? Can I die in this broken world?"

681: [Suisui, let me check the traffic conditions for you. Let’s sleep in a pavilion in a nearby park later. There is a police station next to it. Safety is guaranteed! 】

"..."

Is he already so poor?

With emotion, the phone in the palm of his hand suddenly vibrated.

In the ignored chat box of WeChat, a pink kawaii avatar with the note "Xiao Xiao" popped up as a message notification.

Xiaoxiao: [Where are you now? Why don't you reply to my message? 】

Only then did he notice that Xiaoxiao had sent dozens of messages since this morning, but he was too busy to notice them.

Qi Sui held the phone, and his back teeth were almost broken.

"I'm sick, it's fun to play with me for a month, isn't it?"

When he thought of Ji Xiao's face, he was so angry that he clicked on the screen!

Block directly!

After the operation was over, the store owner brought the food to the table and said, "Please use it slowly."

Qi Sui reached for the chopsticks on the table.

Suddenly a layer of blurry black shadow fell in front of him, blocking the dusk light shining in from the doorway.

The bony hands held out a pair of bamboo chopsticks to him.

Ji Xiao's smile was hidden in the backlight, and the beautiful pair of glasses under the silver-rimmed glasses were dotted with soft light.

"You can't run away, I've found you again."

"..."

Qi Sui was stunned, and his legs and feet suddenly became weak.

Damn it, traumatic stress disorder!

Keeping his face calm, he took the chopsticks.

He asked coldly: "What are you here for?"

"Come to you."

Ji Xiao spoke bluntly. He pulled up the stool in front of him and sat down. What he said was shocking, "I heard you were kicked out."

Qi Sui pinched his chopsticks and felt a little full for no reason.

Glancing at him, "Can you speak properly?"

Ji Xiao chuckled, and with the ups and downs of his movements, Qi Sui clearly saw an invisible hearing aid on his auricle.

He said slowly but seriously: "I will take you home."

Qi Sui drooped his dark eyes, picked up the food with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth bite by bite, "I am very noble, you have no chance."

Ji Xiao raised his eyebrows: "I can drink chicken soup and eat flatbread."

"..."

Still come prepared.

Qi Sui laughed angrily, her light eyes falling on him, the light of dusk reflected in her light pupils.

"Didn't you come to me because you wanted to take revenge on Ji Cheng? Now that you have achieved your goal, why are you still pestering me?"

"He is not my goal, you are."

Ji Xiao sat upright, like a migrant worker undergoing an interview.

"Online dating was my intention. I thought you liked women, so I used this identity to get close to you. But you told me that you liked men, so I didn't want to pretend."

It's a quick admission.

Qi Sui looked embarrassed and poked into the bowl unhappily, "But you lied to me for a month. Do you think I'm funny?"

"Not fun, but cute. I like it."

"..."

Ji Xiao suddenly reached out and pulled out a brown-red hard notebook from nowhere.

Under Qi Sui's doubtful eyes, she pushed him in front of him.

His expression was serious, not like a joke.

"I have prepared the household registration book. Same-sex marriage is legal now. We can get the certificate at any time if you want."