Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

She didn't let herself see, and Jiang Zhiyi didn't force it. She waited until Shi Qingyue fell asleep, and she was still clearing her fingers while kissing, and whispered sorry in the silent darkness.

Jiang Zhiyi controlled Shi Qingyue to a rigorous and morbid situation. It was not her own company that basically prevented her from going out, which prevented her from all social interactions. Every time Shi Qingyi was unwilling to act like a coquettish offensive.

"Qingyi, isn't it good to be with me?"

Shi Qingyue, who just wanted to go out to eat bowl of noodles, decisively added money and ordered takeaway under someone's pitiful eyes.

In November, news came from the high school class group that Dun Sisi was getting married.

She did not live well after dropping out of school. After getting rid of Song Zhiming, she went to work in other places. When she went, she was alone, and when she came back, she held another person's hand.

The gilded invitation was placed in the group, and Shi Qingyue glanced at him. The other party was an honest and ordinary man, completely different from Song Zhiming's gentle manner, and he looked a little silly when he laughed.

Since living in a canary in his villa, Jiang always likes to take his work home to do it. The house is more comfortable than the company, at least he doesn't have to wear a formal suit and sit for a day.

When Shi Qing Yiwo was playing with her mobile phone on the sofa, her long slightly curled hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Jiang Zhiyi looked a little surprised, and then spoke to her very gently: "It is indeed good news. Song Zhiming will know the good news. "

Perhaps Song Zhiming chose his future in terms of his future and love, but if he really didn't like Dun Sisi, it would be impossible.

He has been in jail all his life, and the girl he likes wants to marry someone else. What a good ending, how can he not let him see?

She has always held such grudges, and her revenge has never stopped. Gu Chuanjing's company is about to go bankrupt, and she is burdened with huge debts, her career is unsatisfactory, and her love is not good.

There was news from the hospital that Jiang Zhiqing had injured her uterus and was unable to give birth for a lifetime. Her father had also given a critical illness notification. A series of blows made her mentally disordered.

She is crazy.

Jiang Zhiyi covered all these news and did not tell Shi Qingyue. Her canary would be nice to stay quietly beside her, no need to worry about the **** storm outside, she could kill everyone decisively, and naturally she didn’t need her. My sweetheart, don't worry about it anymore.

She left work and kissed the end of her hair tenderly, Shi Qingyue turned her head and touched her head.

On the day Deng Sisi got married, Jiang Zhiyi and Shi Qingyi took a look at the banquet held in the county seat, with many brightly colored balloons tied outside, and there was an endless stream of guests.

Shi Qingyue pushed people for a walk on the wet path. Halfway through, Jiang Zhiyi answered the phone and wanted to rush to the company. When he left, he looked up at her and didn't speak.

Shi Qingyi bowed her head clearly, and someone kissed her next to her cheek, and then trimmed her hair.

"The driver is still waiting. The weather forecast says it will rain in the afternoon. Go back early today. Remember to add clothes and bring you good food. I will come back to watch the movie with you after I finish the meeting earlier."

The things she told were not in detail, and Shi Qingyue agreed one by one before rolling up the car window and leaving with confidence.

It is one thing to promise to be obedient but another thing. Shi Qingyue didn't go back directly, and took a taxi to another place.

There is a low-key coffee shop in the small county. Business is not so good on rainy days. There is a delicate woman sitting by the window.

He was only in his early thirties when he was in his forties, with the dignity and gentleness engraved in his bones on his brows and eyes, which were somewhat similar to Shi Qingyue's faintly.

Seeing Shi Qingyue walk in and beckoned, he smiled slightly: "Come here, Xiaoyue."

Shi Qingyue had a moment of dazzling, as if it was many years ago, when she was very young, her mother took her home every time after school.

Many years have passed since the blink of an eye.

She and her mother hadn't seen each other for a long time. When they met again, they were a little embarrassed and helpless. The warm coffee was held in the palm of her palms, slightly bitter, and the woman opposite gave her a spoonful of sugar.

"I remember you didn't like to drink bitter when you were young. Three years ago, I was on vacation with your Aunt Liu and missed your business. When you returned to China, your dad sent you away," she rubbed her fingers. Cup wall, smiled bitterly, "You know, he doesn't want me to see you."

Shi Qingyi sipped his coffee one sip, and then asked for a long time, "So what's the matter with me now?"

The atmosphere between them was unfamiliar and alienated, Shimu's expression was a little unnatural: "Xiaoyue, how are you doing now?"

Rows of phoenix trees were planted outside the cafe, and the huge leaves covered the dense light rain. Shi Qingyue watched the driver park the car in the aisle, and seemed to be anxiously calling someone.

"Is it good or not? Isn't it obvious? Can't you tell?"

This was an inexplicable mockery. After speaking, he got up and left. The driver saw that the man had walked back halfway through the phone call. He got stuck and hung up the phone in a slanderous manner.

The woman chased it out a few steps and stood in the light rain, as if she opened her mouth to say something and she didn't seem to say anything.

Shi Qingyue closed his eyes in the car and did not go to see her.

Jiang Zhiyi came back very early that night, and Shi Qingyue trimmed the Juliet rose that she had just sent in the living room after washing. She was a bit handicapped, and the expensive roses were horrible under her hands.

Jiang Zhiyi came back from the rain and his hands were a little cold. He shook her hand and manipulated the scissors in her hand to trim the flower branches. The crooked flowers just took shape in her hands.

After repairing, Jiang Zhiyi personally cleaned the dirt between her fingers, and her voice was soft, "Are you at home today waiting for me to come back?"

Of course, Jiang Zhiyi didn’t ask, but rubbed her fingers again and again until her fingers became red, and Shi Qingyi shrank a little, but didn’t shrink back. Then she frowned, "You hurt me." ."

The person who had been trapped in his thoughts let go of his hand in shock, then kissed him as if he was apologizing, and apologized softly and said, "I'm sorry."

That night, Jiang Zhiyi hugged her very tightly. Shi Qingyi was strangled from suffocation in the middle of the night. Jiang Zhiyi had to go to work in the morning and couldn't bear to wake her up, so she couldn't sleep all night.

However, her mother started to contact her from time to time, and finally called her one day and tentatively said, "Qingye’s birthday is coming soon, right? I owe you all these years and want to give it to you. A gift."

Shi Qingyue waited for her message, listening to her on the phone saying: "Next Friday, let's meet in the cafe last time. I will give you something."

The night before on Friday, Jiang Zhiyi went home early and took her to the cinema. He whispered in the car on her shoulder, "Do you remember? Three years ago, we agreed to go to the cinema, but the traffic jam missed the show. Later, there was an accident, and I never had the opportunity to go to the cinema to watch a movie together."

"Remember." How could you not remember? That was the nightmare of her and Jiang Zhiyi's life, and everything fell apart that night.

There was a lot of people in the mall on Thursday, but the cinema was quiet. There was no other person except the staff for no other reason. It was just because the cinema belonged to Jiang Zhiyi, and she covered all the shows today.

The staff recommended several recent films to them, but Jiang Zhiyi coldly rejected them. She directly reported the name of the film three years ago, as if she had finished a dream, and even chose the exact same position.

At that time, Jiang Zhiyi's legs were still there, and they chose the back row. Now it was very difficult for her to pass by herself in a wheelchair. Shi Qingyi refused the help of the staff and took her to her position.

It was a comedy for the New Year. Jiang Zhiyi used to be very poor at home. He had never been in a movie theater. Later, he had money and never came here by himself. This was the first time.

The movie theater with the lights turned off was dark, and halfway through seeing the people around him sliding down from their positions, Jiang Zhiyi didn't stop it.

Jiang Zhiyi leaned on her position and did not move. A gentle kiss fell on her mutilated limb. The tender flesh of the cut-off leg bone could not be stimulated. She trembled slightly. The person kissed along her scar one by one. , Like a feather sweeping across the apex of the heart, there was an inexplicable tremor from the chest.

She suppressed her tremor and whimpered with difficulty from her throat: "Don't look—"

Even in the dark, I was afraid of being seen by her ugly side. The slender and white legs were turned into a section, and they were full of scars from flames and glass.

Shi Qingyi didn't listen to her, and asked her while kissing, "Does it hurt?"

—Is to ask if kissing still feels painful now, and also to ask if it hurts not to be by her side after the car accident three years ago.

Jiang Zhiyi couldn't help but clasp his hands on the armrest of the seat, closed his eyes, and said softly: "You have been with me, so I won't hurt anymore."

So you have to stay with me all the time so that I won't hurt.

The movie is a comedy, but tears in her eyes slipped silently, and she soon soaked her clothes. After the man bullied her, she came over and kissed the tears in the corner of her eye, and finally raised her hair to kiss the scar on her forehead.

The voice was like a sigh: "Did you have a hard time these years?"

Her tone was so pitiful, as if she really felt sorry for the suffering of these three years of day and night, Jiang Zhiyi shook his head: "Thinking of you, it won't be hard."

For a girl in her twenties who has a disability and did not take the college entrance examination, it is of course very hard for the airborne company to take over the grandpa’s business. The one thing she did not say is that I don’t feel hard when I think I can have you earlier.

In the past, it was only because she was not strong enough. She wanted to take it for more than one day or two.

—I wanted to take it for myself from the moment I saw you, put you in my box and take it with me.

So you can't go anywhere without my permission, and the rest of the words are stuck in a dense kiss.

The atmosphere is really good, so when she came home that night, Shi Qingyue boldly applied to her: "Manager Jiang, can I go out for a while tomorrow?"

Jiang Zhiyi's hands tightened subconsciously, like an animal caught by its tail, suddenly alert: "Where are you going?"

The slender finger clicked on her lips and made a silent gesture: "This is a secret."

An inexplicable wave surged in Jiang Zhiyi's eyes. He was a little aggrieved at first, and asked half-jokingly: "Can't I know?"

It quickly changed into a gentle exhortation: "Remember to come back early."