The Rich and Vicious Male Supporting Character is Tearing up the Script

There was a mess of thoughts in his heart.

For example, what if a man has multiple lovers? How many lovers represent one's own abilities, and the more one represents the stronger one's abilities, and even animal marriages are polygamous, he is just for fun, so what?

Therefore, he had an untimely idea. If Ruan Qingyuan really becomes the abandoned son of the Ruan family, if he is desperate, he can also accept him as a little lover. Buy him a villa outside, buy him a car, give him a swipe card, as long as he is in bed, he is compliant with himself.

This idea is rich in color, gradually changing from a faint crimson color to a rich rosy red. Even when he looked at Ruan Qingyuan again, he felt that Ruan Qingyuan was like a red rose.

Ruan Qingyuan sat aside, and the emcee handed him the microphone. His voice is clear and indifferent, but it is imaginative. He Yi noticed that although most people at the venue gave roses to Bai Yunshu, Ruan Qingyuan has always been the center of his sight. He didn't even need to do anything deliberately, it was enough to be fascinating.

Same as He Yi and others. Most of the guests on the court were on the sidelines, and there were also paparazzi who secretly took photos of the intimate photos between He Yi and Bai Yunshu, planning to come back for another wave of money afterwards. But there are also families that are extremely calm, such as the Cheng family from a medical family. They cherish the white rose in their hands very much, and they are indifferent when they knock on the rose next to Bai Yunshu.

"Welcome everyone to today's banquet." The speaker was Ruan Mingcheng, "Today is the third anniversary of the death of my wife Yu Jingshu. Jingshu and me, as everyone knows, old husbands and old wives, I really did not expect She went like that. Recently I often dreamed of her. She smiled at me. She was still so young and beautiful in the dream. Looking at me again, I am not afraid of everyone laughing. I am old."

"Hahaha, President Ruan is in the golden age!"

When someone spoke up, Ruan Mingcheng laughed, quite humorous: "If you want to chat, don't tell everyone too much. If you really want to chat, find a day to gather together. My wife will tell her to distribute it three years after her death. My legacy, I call everyone here today, mainly because I hope everyone will be a witness."

Ruan Mingcheng handed the microphone to the elite team behind, the lawyers involved in the estate of Chen Bai and Yu Jingshu. Beforehand, Ruan Mingcheng hadn’t seen Chen Bai and his team of lawyers. When I saw him today, the other party had a tall black suit from head to toe. Even the rose on Chen Bai’s head was also black. of.

"Why do you dress like a funeral? It's not festive." Ruan Mingcheng stepped back and was next to Ruan Qingyuan. He noticed that Ruan Qingyuan was also completely dark, and inwardly cursed him for having no taste. Wang Liu talked: "Do you think my pink suit looks good?"

Wang Liu was dressed in a blue suit and was following the lean route. He glanced at Ruan Mingcheng's sulky pink suit. He wanted to laugh a little. After suppressing his expression forcibly, he said, "It's trendy."

"The young people nowadays really have no taste at all, they are blind to that good face." Anyway, he couldn't understand Ruan Qingyuan, he deliberately raised his voice, for fear that Ruan Qingyuan could not hear the same, he also winked specially.

Ruan Qingyuan glanced at him indifferently. Before coming to the venue, he gave Ruan Mingcheng a look in his eyes. His eyes were neither cold nor cold nor very lethal, but that look abruptly scared Ruan Mingcheng into a fart-squat.

Ruan Qingyuan said coldly: "Today is Yu Jingshu's death day."

Ruan Mingcheng smiled awkwardly: "Yes, today is Jingshu's death day, and the dead is the greatest."

The death day, the day of the death of a loved one, is never a festive color.

Ruan Qingyuan lowered his eyes and looked around the entire feasting venue when he raised his eyes. Obviously it should be a day to miss and pay tribute to Yu Jingshu, but the scene was colorful, as if everything had deteriorated.

The capable lawyer behind Chen Bai, holding Yu Jingshu’s last words in his hand, read it without emotion. No one at the scene listened carefully. Only when they talked about the interests they care about, someone raised their heads and took a look. . The lawyer was expressionless: "According to Ms. Yu Jingshu's will, Ruan Qingyuan will inherit all of Ms. Yu Jingshu's personal property."

The lawyer asked: "Mr. Ruan Qingyuan is willing to accept all the property?"

"Of course." Ruan Qingyuan's red lips slowly lifted up, his originally delicate face was always faint, and it was instantly ignited by this smile. When he is not smiling, he is like a white rose, which is elegant and inviolable, but when he descends into the world and is stained with color, what is revealed is the wild ambition like a red rose.

Ruan Qingyuan respectfully accepted the contract symbolizing Yu Jingshu’s wealth from the lawyer, with peach blossom eyes with hooks and provocations between his eyebrows: "I am very willing. When my mother was alive, she once said that only I have the right to inherit the Jinglan Group. I am. She must not fail her hopes. After all, Mr. Ruan also said that the dead are the greatest. Respecting the dead is what everyone should do."

His voice is not heavy, but it is loud.

The faces of the guests present were all stiff, and they prepared all kinds of costumes from early in the morning in order to come to this banquet, for fear of being left behind. But none of them remembered that today, there is a great life turned into a star in the sky.

When Ruan Qingyuan said that he respected the deceased, everyone realized that they were wrong from the beginning. Ruan Qingyuan’s tranquility and elegance are not due to his high quality. The piano music he plays is also not a deliberate show off. Ruan Mingcheng didn’t notice that the music was Yu Jingshu’s favorite during his lifetime.

Similarly, everyone thought that Ruan Qingyuan's slightly deep suit was meant to be calm, but in fact, they were clothes for funerals.

When all the details merged together, everyone once again met Ruan Qingyuan. Of course, when Ruan Qingyuan was about to inherit Yu Jingshu's inheritance, Ruan Mingcheng almost rolled his eyes.

"Niezi! What does he want to do?" Ruan Mingcheng gasped up and down in his chest, he slapped his hand on the table, and finally knocked his hand, which made him jump and curse with pain.

No one thought that Ruan Qingyuan, who was regarded as an ignorant puppet by Ruan Mingcheng, played Ruan Mingcheng's hand at this critical time. They have to admit that quite a lot of people were blinded by Ruan Qingyuan's hand. Some people think that he played this trick quite beautifully, of course, some people think that this method is very problematic.

"Ruan Qingyuan, he is completely torn from his father." Some people feel regretful, "After all, he is still a young man and easily impulsive. He is a stepson himself. Now even his adoptive father is offended and no one will protect him in the future. Some are accepted."

"Is that so? Ruan Mingcheng is not a kind person."

Ruan Mingcheng was so angry that he was about to pass away. He was reaching the end of his age. It was not as good as before. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bag and drank it with the drink. He didn't know what was in this small porcelain bottle. After taking it, his complexion instantly improved a lot.

Ruan Mingcheng's eyes were splitting: "Ruan Qingyuan, do you really want to play this hand with me?"

Ruan Qingyuan always smiled faintly, unable to see too much emotion, only Chen Bai, who was close to him, saw a small flame in Ruan Qingyuan's deep pupils.

Ruan Qingyuan curled his lips and smiled: "Mr. Ruan, the dead is the biggest one."

Thinking of the shortfalls in his company, Ruan Mingcheng was so angry that he swept everything to the ground, regardless of face-saving efforts: "I am your father! After raising you for more than 20 years, you have paid me back like this! If you are like this, I should have strangled you! White-eyed wolf, dog stuff!"

"Oh." Behind Ruan Qingyuan was the big screen. His lazy and indifferent eyes crossed Ruan Mingcheng as if looking at a piece of garbage. He fell from Ruan Mingcheng to Bai Yunshu, his smile falling into the water like ink stains, gradually fainting.

Bai Yunshu was shaken by his smile. He held He Yi's hand in private, and gently scratched the other's palm with his fingernails: "Brother, why is Brother Ruan looking at us like this? I'm so scared. His smile is terrible. He treats Dad like this, Dad will not let him go."

He Yi pursed his lower lip: "Maybe he is really angry." Except for Ruan Qingyuan, who has been kept in the dark, everyone else vaguely guessed Ruan Mingcheng's actions, but they didn't expect Ruan Qingyuan to resist with a soft persimmon.

Now the two of them have completely torn their faces, and they are not the biological father and son, and there is nothing to worry about.

"Please come, everyone, to be a testimony." Ruan Qingyuan pointed to the screen with a white and delicate finger, "I will show you something interesting."

Projected on the screen are two DNA test results.

"One good news and one bad news. Everyone can read it for themselves, with names written on them."

Ruan Qingyuan points to the end. The two test sheets on the picture clearly stated that Ruan Qingyuan was not Ruan Mingcheng's biological son, but Bai Yunshu was his biological son.

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Ruan Qingyuan's gourd. Since they already knew that they were not biological, why should they show the truth? Is it to arouse everyone's sympathy?

But looking at Ruan Qingyuan's calm look, he thought that no one would be so stupid.

Ruan Mingcheng was about to die of anger by Ruan Qingyuan. He relied on his own strength to be able to jump. He jumped to the center of the venue and pointed to Ruan Qingyuan's nose and cursed: "Have you done enough? I am your father!"

Ruan Qingyuan Peach Blossom looked at Ruan Mingcheng coldly, and said lightly: "Sorry, Mr. Ruan, my dad is dead, you are not worthy."

"You, you, you!" Ruan Mingcheng almost backed away with anger again, and after taking a breath, he suddenly realized that now is not the time to lose his temper, and the surrounding guests are laughing with melons. Ruan Mingcheng gritted his teeth and heard the lawyer next to him come up with a will: "The last will left by Ms. Yu Jingshu is that if Mr. Ruan Qingyuan inherits the estate, then Mr. Ruan Qingyuan needs to sever the kinship with Mr. Ruan Mingcheng!"

"What do you mean?" Ruan Mingcheng's eyes widened, "I've smashed so much money on you, so if you say it, you will stop it!"

"You can't bear Yu Jingshu's property?" Ruan Qingyuan gently raised the pages of paper in Yang's hand, tore them to dregs in front of Ruan Mingcheng, and then threw them to the bottom.

Before Ruan Mingcheng's mind could bend, he jumped down frantically, trying to catch the legacy that had been completely broken into scum.

At the moment he caught him, his head hit Wang Liu. Wang Liu wanted to catch him, but Ruan Mingcheng was so heavy that he was thrown over by him, and his two lips instantly stuck together.

All guests: "..."

Various media: "...exciting!"

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