Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

After a brief exchange with the system Xiaoyi, Yang Yan stepped into the starlight and entered a new small world. Unexpectedly, as soon as he attached himself to the new body, he experienced a splitting headache.

There was no spiritual energy in the air. Knowing that he had arrived in a world without spirits, he could only press his temples to relieve the discomfort, but the phone next to him was still ringing.

He impatiently took it and hung up, and turned off the phone, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

When the extremely uncomfortable feeling was relieved, Yang Yan stumbled to his feet, looked at the wine bottles and a lot of dirt scattered on the ground with some disgust, and turned his head to the bathroom.

The original owner didn't know how much wine he drank, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, as if he had fallen into a wine jar and been pickled. If his soul was not strong enough, he would probably be drunk to death as soon as he came here.

After showering for nearly half an hour, the uncomfortable feeling of being wrapped all over the body finally dissipated, and the temperature of the body due to alcohol also dropped a little.

Yang Yan sorted out the original owner's memory and walked out of the bathroom, avoiding the mess on the ground, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put them on, casually pulled two half-dry shoulder-length hair, turned around and left this house that was obviously no longer habitable.

With his extraordinary eyesight, he easily saw the reporter hiding outside the community. He rubbed his forehead, which was still aching, and gave up the idea of ​​leaving through the main entrance.

Following his memory, he walked to a blind spot on the edge of the surveillance, confirmed that there were no pedestrians on the road outside, climbed the wall and jumped out easily, and only made a very faint sound when he landed.

This is a small road between two communities. The lights are extremely weak under the dense leaves. People and cars are coming and going on the two ends of the road. No one noticed that a living person suddenly appeared here.

There is a high-quality hotel opposite the community, and Yang Yan simply chose to walk there.

It was still quite lively at around 8 o'clock in the evening, and he was in the most prosperous area of ​​the whole city, because his outstanding appearance attracted a lot of attention.

The original owner is now quite famous on the Internet, and soon someone showed a surprised look, obviously recognizing his identity.

However, Yang Yan seemed to be walking calmly, but his speed was not slow. Before those people could react, he had already passed them and walked into the hotel door.

He opened a luxury suite with the front desk clerk's smile that was trying to hide but still seemed very unnatural. He ignored the flickering and prying eyes of the curious who followed him in, and swiped his card into the elevator with an expressionless face.

The best thing about this hotel is privacy. Without a room card, you can't enter the interior at all, so he didn't worry about being disturbed. He swiped the door and slept soundly.

When he woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. The original owner hadn't slept well for almost a week. It was only because of his young and healthy body that he didn't get sick. Now that he had made up for the sleep, he was full of energy.

After washing up and ordering some food to fill his stomach, Yang Yan lazily lay on the sofa. It was almost noon when he took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button.

As soon as the phone was turned on, a large number of missed calls and text messages kept pouring in. He didn't rush to open it. He waited for nearly a minute until it stopped updating before clicking in and browsing it roughly.

Almost all the text messages came from unfamiliar numbers. These completely unknown people insulted and cursed the original owner with extremely vicious language. In contrast, even a few scattered advertisements or suspected fraudulent messages became cute.

After reading a few of them casually, Yang Yan exited the page. Although these things were not pleasing to the eye, he did not delete them all like the original owner. Of course, the ready-made evidence should be preserved.

The original owner set up a call block outside the Xunlu. Except for a few friends and "family", most of the calls that were not received were from the original owner's girlfriend. There were dozens of calls from 10 o'clock last night to today. The most recent call was just a few minutes before he turned on the phone.

Yang Yan didn't rush to call back, and opened WeChat again. Sure enough, there was a red dot next to Jian Jiangxue's name. He clicked it without listening to the long voice message, and simply replied with a few words: "I'm fine, don't worry."

As soon as the message was sent, the phone called immediately. It seemed that the girl had been holding the phone to watch him.

Yang Yan rubbed his forehead in annoyance, and didn't let her wait any longer and quickly answered the phone: "Hello--"

"Ayan, where did you go? Why did you turn off your phone all night? I couldn't find you at your house. You worried me to death, you know?" The girl's anxious voice was choked at the end.

"I'm sorry..." Yang Yan felt a little guilty for some reason, and the words that were originally lingering in his heart could not be said for a while.

"I don't mean to blame you," Jian Jiangxue's tone softened immediately, "Ayan, I know you're in a bad mood now and want to be alone, but remember to let me know next time, okay?"

She begged softly, "You suddenly disappeared like this, your phone was turned off, and no one was at home, I was really worried."

"I know, there won't be a next time." Yang Yan touched his nose, and he couldn't say the words of breaking up at all. Forget it, let's wait until later and slowly cool down. It's really a bit sudden to mention it now.

Jian Jiangxue didn't know that the lover on the other end of the phone was planning to break up with her. After getting his promise, she chuckled, and then asked carefully, "Where are you now? Can I come over to accompany you?"

Yang Yan's conscience hurt a lot. After answering truthfully, he refused: "No, aren't you preparing for the exhibition? You should be very busy now. Don't worry, I'm really fine. Those rumors can't defeat me."

"Well..." Jian Jiangxue heard that his tone really seemed to have survived. After hesitating for a while, she comforted him, "The matter is already under investigation. I believe they will definitely clear your name. Don't think too much."

Yang Yan responded, but she still didn't hang up the phone. After a moment of silence, she said shyly: "If you are in a bad mood, remember to call me. The exhibition will never be as important as you." Then she hurriedly ended the call.

Hearing the busy tone of "beep-beep-beep" on the phone, Yang Yan pressed his eyebrows helplessly. He felt a little sorry for the original owner. The heroine he met this time was actually of good character. If he had a better attitude, he would not have reached the point in the end.

With a feeling of emotion, he received several more calls one after another, most of which were not familiar. The original owner had a dull personality and did not have too many close friends.

In addition, he has a great talent for painting and has won many awards in recent years, which makes people jealous. When encountering such a big thing, only his teacher and girlfriend really care about him, and most of the others are just watching the fun.

Those words that seem to be concerned and comforting, but are actually insinuations and salting people's wounds, the original owner's sensitive personality may not be able to bear it.

But Yang Yan was not affected at all, and he fought back, which made them embarrassed. They quickly found a reason to hang up the phone, and it is estimated that they will not call again for a long time.

Ha! I am a man who has been in the harem of women, and I am playing a palace trick here!

Yang Yan sneered, and finally ushered in the highlight of today. The two words "Fu Tao" on the caller ID were jumping coldly. If it was seen by outsiders, they would never think that this person and the owner of the phone were biological father and son.

He waited for the ring to last for half a minute before answering the phone, but the person on the other end obviously didn't have enough patience and hung up right after the call was connected.

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows, threw the phone on the sofa and got up to go to the bar. When he came back with a glass of juice a few minutes later, the phone had already rang for the second time.

He lazily swiped the green button, but didn't pick it up and put it to his ear immediately. Facts proved that his choice was right. Almost the moment the call was connected, a roar sounded from the other end.

"Fu Yang Yan! You have become so capable that you dare not even answer my call!" Fu Tao was obviously very angry. Even at an arm's length away, he could hear his voice clearly.

Yang Yan simply let the phone lie on the sofa, leisurely drank a sip of juice, and then said coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"You little bastard, what's your attitude?" Fu Tao was so angry that he yelled, "I gave birth to you and raised you for more than 20 years, and you talk to me like this?"

Yang Yan was too lazy to listen to a series of lectures that covered his face, and decisively hung up the phone. The other side called him immediately, and he hung up again immediately. Then he called again and hung up again.

This happened several times. Although I didn't see Fu Tao's expression, according to the original owner's memory of this father's temper, it can be imagined that he must be furious now.

After hanging up again, it took a long time for the phone to ring again. This time, it was not the previous number, but the two words "Fu Family" were jumping.

After waiting for about half a minute, Yang Yan slowly picked up the phone. The person on the other end said the word "you" angrily, and he immediately interrupted in a cold voice: "Can you talk properly? If not, I'll hang up."

There was a "wheezing" sound of panting from the other end of the phone, obviously trying to suppress the anger. After nearly a minute, Fu Tao finally calmed down and said with gritted teeth: "Fu Yangyan, you have guts."

"You don't need to say it," Yang Yan said coldly, "What do you want from me?"

"Your grandfather is having a birthday tonight, remember to be on time." Fu Tao was probably tired, and didn't continue to show off his power, and said directly.

"Got it." Yang Yan responded coldly and was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait!" Fu Tao guessed his intention and said quickly, "Remember to choose a new gift this year. Don't use those crappy paintings of yours to make up for it. Everyone knows that you plagiarized. Don't make people laugh at you!"

The results of the investigation haven't come out yet, but he is eager to pin the crime on him.

Yang Yan sneered silently, and hung up the phone without bothering to talk nonsense with him.