The Poor Little Boy Became the Favorite of the Paranoid Scholar

*Possessive, cold, strong, cool guy x Poor little white rabbit master *Pure Love Shuangjie 1V1 Xie Ran used to be a young rich second generation. It used to be, but now his family is bankrupt, his dad killed someone and went to jail, and his mom died in a car accident. After paying the funeral home fee, Xie Ran held the crematorium's charge receipt and only had 20 yuan left on hand. He took the twenty yuan and squatted on the street in a daze, not knowing what to do next. He could neither go to school nor eat, so he scratched his head and thought for a while, planning to finally find a restaurant to eat, and then find a river to jump into. There was no price list in the store, so he ordered a lot of things. When he finally paid, he ordered too much and was still ten yuan short. The person who collected the money looked at him embarrassedly and said he was helpless. Fang Dongye was the top student in his class. I heard that his family had lost a household registration, and he lived on scholarships and bursaries from the school. His class teacher also organized donations for him in private. Xie Ran was still a serious second-generation rich man at that time, laughing and donating money generously with his group of friends, but Fang Dongye didn't ask for any money, and the money was finally returned. He saw him as soon as he entered the door just now. He was bent over and working in the store. He had a cold face and looked very difficult to deal with. Xie Ran was not familiar with him and did not dare to go up to borrow money. He stood helplessly in the cold wind and stared at him subconsciously. But in the end, Fang Dongye advanced money to him. Before leaving, Fang Dongye asked him, "Where are you going?" Xie Ran didn't dare to tell him anything else, he just said: "Just walk around." Then when I got out of the door, I turned around and planned to jump into the river. * Xie Ran was sitting on the edge of the bridge, shivering in the cold wind. There was no one around. The only people who witnessed his feat were a few fishermen sitting far away. Xie Ran's mind was empty, and he was walking around watching people fishing. He just thought, if he died in the river later, would he be caught by that group of people with fishing rods? He was amused by his thoughts. After a while, he emptied his cell phone and placed it on the edge of the bridge, then climbed onto the railing. It was quite cold in winter and the wind was quite strong. Xie Ran closed his eyes. A sudden exclamation sounded in my ears. There was no illusion that he was suffocated to death. A pair of hands snaked around his waist and strangled him tightly. Hot breath rushed into his neck from behind. Xie Ran opened his eyes and saw Fang Dongye hugging him, pressing his whole body on him, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Xie Ran opened his mouth, but no words came out. Fang Dongye only panted rapidly, holding his wrist tightly, his face as hard as a piece of ice, and frowned: "You still owe me ten yuan." Xie Ran: "......" Xie Ran laughed for a while, then huddled in his arms and cried. So on an ordinary evening, Fang Dongye bought someone for ten yuan. This person later became his wife. Purpose: Actively accept socialist transformation and be brave enough to be an outstanding contemporary youth