Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Stealing money, absenteeism, and a series of injuries, the old class was eager to persuade the little ancestor to accept snacks on the phone, and his mouth was almost dry.

"It's almost the college entrance examination. Can we make it without tossing?"

Shi Qingyi covered his ears with one hand, and waited for ten minutes before finally hearing the closing remarks. He nodded eagerly and promised, which made the old Ban put down the phone.

She wanted to hang up the phone directly and not listen, but the old class contacted the two in her family personally. It was uncertain whether she could come back to school in a short time.

Recently, the family is planning to let her go abroad to study. Anyway, she can't pass the college entrance examination. It's better to go out early, because the family has already planned this. So soon, maybe the news in the school has passed back.

Shi Qingyue rubbed his eyebrows, and walked around on his bicycle to buy something to eat before returning.

The clinic is hidden in a small alley, because the light on the first floor is not very good. The dappled sunlight in the morning fell on the girl. She shrank on the corner of the bench and sipped a cup of soy milk. The light and shadow were washing her white The skirt corner moves up, eyebrows droop, quiet and well-behaved, making people feel distressed.

Perhaps the more well-behaved and weaker, the more bullying she would be. When she later became surly and surly, no one would bully her again.

When Shi Qingyue walked over and snatched the cold buns in her hand, Jiang Zhiyi seemed to be in a daze. He was shocked by what he took, and then shrank back.

Probably because she was afraid of being beaten, Shi Qingyue's heart was suddenly soft. He used to stuff the warm black rice porridge in her hand into her hand: "Eat this."

The doctor who was sucking the noodles glanced at them, drank the last sip of the noodle soup, and closed the mouth he planned to tell.

When going out, Jiang Zhiyi quietly pulled the sleeves of her clothes and handed the rice porridge over: "You eat this, this is hot, I'll just eat steamed buns."

The buns I bought earlier were cold. She waited for Shi Qingyue to call back and didn't eat a bite. Only when she was hungry and upset, she drank two bites of soy milk.

Shi Qingyue wanted to knock her forehead, and saw the conspicuous white gauze on her head stop her hand.

"Aren't you stupid? This bun is made of mutton stuffing. Do you still eat it?" She took a bite by herself and stuffed the rice porridge back. when."

Who wants to eat cold? But there was no spare money for her at home, so I brought my own meals to eat at noon. The lunch box was broken and it was already cold, but I had to be hungry if I didn't eat.

"Yeah." Jiang knew that he nodded, and quietly took a sip of black rice porridge. The taste was very light and not very sweet, but she felt that something was spreading from the bottom of her heart, and she panicked with every bite.

She looked so behaved, like a little cat following behind her, agreeing no matter what she said, Shi Qingyue suddenly stopped, stretched out her hand on the edge of her forehead and clicked, "Does it hurt?"

It was slightly hot there. It was the residual temperature after applying the medicine. Shi Qingyue’s hand was warm, and the spot on it made her tremble slightly. She should have avoided it, but she just raised her neck slightly and hurt her. Chu and lifeline were handed over to her.

"You have to be nice to yourself, little fool." The voice looked like a helpless sigh, and when I listened carefully, I could hear a slight distress.

Her eyes were piously hot, Shi Qingyi didn’t know why she dared not look straight, she just pulled her hair away a bit, and after careful examination for a moment, Jiang Zhiyi’s heartbeat was extremely fast, just when she thought Shi Qingyi would When he said something, Shi Qingyue spoke.

"The bangs are growing—"

"..."

Anyway, the class has been absent, and the leave has already been requested. Jiang Zhiyi is a college tyrant who has entered the exam by his ability. There is no need to worry about his grades. So when he went back to listen to the math teacher talk and accompany his sweetheart to go out to relax, he chose the latter decisively.

Needless to say, Shi Qingyue’s grades, the mud couldn’t help one on the wall, so he went to the mall with Jiang Zhiyi. He happened to have her mother’s membership card in his hand. He found the most expensive family and pushed Jiang Zhiyi forward:" Change her hairstyle."

Finally touched the corner of his forehead and told: "Don't touch the wound."

This request is not very difficult. Teacher Tony made a few gestures on her head and asked tentatively: "What hairstyle does the little beauty like?"

Jiang Zhiyi quietly went to the corner of Shi Qingyue's clothes, a little nervous.

She used to have her hair cut by the grandmother in the alley. Later, when she was older, she did it by herself, and she hadn't even entered the barbershop.

"Don't be afraid." Shi Qingyue comforted her, carefully choosing a hairstyle, and finally had to choose a student head, unfortunately, the hair grows and wastes time in the third year of high school. It is more reliable to have that time to take care of it than to sleep for a while. .

"That's it? I think her hair dyed chestnut color must look good." Teacher Tony sighed regretfully, turned a page for Shi Qingyue, and pointed to a hairstyle.

It was really good-looking and suitable for her. Shi Qingyue paused slightly, and Jiang Zhiyi looked over from the chair as she watched her silently, tilting his head slightly against her shoulder.

"Hair dyeing is not allowed in high school," Shi Qingyue's jaw was close to her sideburns, and the nice fragrance contained a bit of pungent medicinal smell. "Let's dye it later."

She was talking about us and the future, Jiang Zhiyi's eyes brightened and he nodded obediently: "Okay."

In the future, we will come together. I will dye whatever color you like. As long as you don't leave me, I will listen to you.

Shi Qingyue didn't understand the deep meaning she was talking about, but just turned her head and touched her head, she leaned up very obediently, like a obedient and soft kitten.

Teacher Tony felt that she was a little eye-catching for a moment.

Jiang Zhiyi's bangs have been cut short, revealing the eyes and forehead that have been covered, probably because of the hairstyle, and the original gloomy temperament has also dispersed a lot.

She and Jiang Zhiqing are of similar bloodlines, and they are actually born three-pointers alike. If they don't talk, they just look at people quietly, and they are kind of pitiful. For the first time, Shi Qingyue found out that she had a beauty point.

The beauty has a sharp face and big eyes. In addition to her timid look, she is also a little beauty.

It was just unprovoked, which made her feel inexplicable.

She insisted on the abnormal color in her eyes and led her down to buy clothes, but Jiang Zhiyi refused to ask for it. He held her hand and did not speak. He just looked at her quietly, but his expression was unusually determined.

She can’t buy clothes and can only go back to school. The bicycle can’t be picked up on the bus. Shi Qingyi rode her back to school. Jiang Zhiyi only held her waist carefully at first. To whisper to herself in her ear: "It's so cold..."

In the late summer and early autumn morning, Shi Qingyue was too lazy to expose her lies. The expensive bicycles were walking on the bumpy roads of the village in the city. They suddenly fell into a groove and staggered. Fortunately, Shi Qingyue was balanced. Only good **** can safely stabilize the body.

Jiang Zhiyi had already taken advantage of that moment to close the last gap, tightly enclosing her waist, and quietly brought her chin closer to her shoulder.

Later, Jiang Zhiyi always remembered that day. The wind seemed to be particularly gentle. The leaves of the phoenix tree on the roadside had not yet fallen. She sat on the back seat of Shi Qingyi and hugged her waist and walked for a long, long time.

Even at a certain moment, she once prayed that the school would never come.

That was the first time she was so close to Shi Qingyue. The girl's body was soft and warm. She dreamed of that scene for many years. She took her through the streets and alleys until the end of life...

It's a pity that dreams are easy to wake up, but people's wishes are not fulfilled.

—

When Shi Qingyi went back, she was caught in the office for a lesson. She listened obediently when she was trained too much. Her left ear went in and the right ear came out. After half an hour of training, she put it back. When she went back, she was already on the table. With a cup of warm water, Jiang Zhiyi looked at her thoughtfully, "Is my throat hurting?"

Shi Qingyue: "..."

After taking a sip in silence, it was not easy for Little Poor to add sugar extravagantly.

Soon after she came back, the next one was Jiang Zhiyi, and another half-time class eagerly persuaded not to be willful in the third year of high school, and everything should be based on study. Finally, the head teacher looked at her with a complicated expression and sighed.

"You are different from Shi Qingyi."

Jiang Zhiyi's hands hidden in his sleeves tightened suddenly, feeling a moment of suffocation in his breath.

They are not the same. One is born to be the proud girl of heaven, lives in the clouds, and the other is born to be contaminated with all darkness in the mud, just like Jiang Zhiqing said, they are not people in the same world.

When I went back, it happened to be a math class. Lao He was talking about the September monthly exam on the podium. Shi Qingyue was already asleep, and Jiang Zhiyi returned to the position with his hands and feet for fear of awakening her.

A little bit disappointed.

When Shi Qingyue came back, she soaked Shi Qingyue's syrup, and when she came back, Shi Qingyue fell asleep.

Disappointed Jiang Zhiyi took a peek at the person next to her, and made sure that she was asleep and quickly took a sip of sugar water.

"Did Old Ban scold you?" The person who seemed to be asleep suddenly turned his head to look at her, tilted his head and yawned like no bones. She admitted to Old Ban in advance that it was her fault. It's impossible to be scolded, right?

Jiang Zhiyi, who was holding the cup, was stiff for a moment, and shook his head quickly: "You go to sleep, I will do your homework for you in a while."

"Oh." Shi Qingyue scratched his head, feeling as if something was wrong. It was obvious that Little Poor used to pluck up the courage to let her study hard, so why did she let her sleep today?

But it's really sleepy, even other classes are ignored, Lao He said she was sleepy even though she was not sleepy.

When she was sure that she was asleep, Jiang Zhiyi straightened her back and took a sip of sugar water. The cup for the sugar water was her. Drinking the water from her cup, he was confident!

Maybe her guilty conscience and pretentious appearance are too eye-catching. Lao He pushed her glasses and pointed to the blackboard: "Come on, you get up and talk about the solution to this problem."

Xueba Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

When school was over that day, Shi Qingyi left first, and Jiang Zhiyi walked behind and looked at her secretly.

In fact, it was the same before. She waited for Shi Qingyue to go first, and then looked for her back. At that time, she didn't even dare to go up and say a word with her, but felt that she was walking in the same sunset with her. Very happy.

Only occasionally are unhappy, for example, when an inexplicable male student stops the tall girl from confessing to give a gift to contact, she will look sadly at the back with insufficient confidence.

Then that day, the mood was extremely bad. Shi Qingyue was that kind of beauty that couldn't be covered up. The cooler his temperament, the more attractive he wanted to pick kaolin flowers. It was different from Jiang Zhiqing's pitiful and protective beauty. .

Well, I can't blame Shi Qingyue for his good looks, and I can't blame those people who have the same vision as her, I can only blame myself for not having the confidence to stop in front of her.

Someone furious was about to take out a notebook to write a pen, and then realized that he had left things in the classroom.

Later Jiang Zhiyi kept thinking about what would happen if she didn't go back to hear those words, but maybe fate was to let her hear and let her see. She stood at the back door of the classroom and saw the two people hugging each other through the dappled sunlight.

Song Zhiming, the always gentle squad leader, leaned against the window, and his fingers that used to hold a pen skillfully held a cigarette. The smoke and dust rose in the sun. Next to him was Dun Sisi sitting on the table.

Dyed with curly hair that is not easy to see, a dazzling golden color was revealed in the setting sun. She did not have the courage of Shi Qingyi to burn gold directly, but she was not willing to be inferior.

"What about the six hundred dollars? That's my pocket money for a month. I was planning to buy a new lipstick. It was a bad idea you thought."

The girl's voice was irritating, and she seemed to be acting like a baby. She was carefully tracing the lipstick with a small mirror in her hand.

Song Zhiming slowly spit out a smoke ring, and his ring finger flicked the soot: "What are you anxious, isn't it only six hundred yuan? Look at Shi Qingyue's necklace at least three million yuan and didn't say anything."

Dun Sisi snorted, her voice involuntarily envy: "How dare I compare her, but her necklace is really beautiful."

"Could it be ugly? There are millions of things," Song Zhiming snorted, "I wanted to find a piece of material to replace it. I was afraid that she would break it when she came up and lost several million. Don't dare to speak, I see her, she may be really gay, otherwise she will protect Jiang Zhiyi's little bitch."

"Disgusting man," Deng Sisi frowned in disgust. "What did the school say? This was almost a matter of calling the police. Didn't your uncle say that the recommendation was chosen between you and Jiang Zhiyi? If such a big event happened, her chance was gone. Bar?"

"I don't know how to do it yet. I am also the news from my uncle, but it must be influential if the trouble is so big." The smoke had burned to the end, Song Zhiming threw the cigarette away, lowered his head to catch the girl's lips.

Dun Sisi raised his head slightly and put his arms around his neck. The two of them quickly kissed each other. Song Zhiming stretched out his hand, leaned in along Dun Sisi's waist and hooked the girl's school uniform and started stroking.

Standing outside the classroom, Jiang Zhiyi suddenly felt that the blood in her body suddenly became cold, and she raised her head in a daze.

It was obviously five or six o'clock in the evening, and the setting sun was gentle, but she suddenly felt cold and trembling.

The little necklace still hidden in her neck shattered a crack that could never be sewn.

—

Outside the school, Shi Qingyi looked at the phone with a candy in his mouth, and glanced into the school from time to time. There were many different colors of candy in the front pocket of the bicycle, and the plastic wrapper was shining in the sunset.

She leaned on her bicycle and looked in the direction of the school. She was so bored that she talked to the system: "Why hasn't she come out yet?"