Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Shi Qingyi shook her hand with the paintbrush. When she was young, she couldn't learn well. Her dad asked her to play the violin and learn music. After practicing in that small classroom for a year, she went out to participate in the competition and was defeated by a girl. Here, that person is Jiang Zhiqing.

Some people just have incomparable talents that others can hardly match. After she understood this, she threw down the violin, and then she fell in love with painting. Only then did she understand how it felt to like one thing.

It is the dream that a proud person knows that he is inferior to others and still loves it, and wants to protect his life for a lifetime.

after that-

She lowered her eyes suddenly, and the chaotic colors fainted in her palms, touching her slender fingertips, the colors that were familiar enough to be clearly distinguishable with closed eyes suddenly did not know where to start.

The woman at the door was wearing a khaki scarf, with her hands folded on her chest, looking at her quietly, her beautiful brown eyes revealed a certain uneasy obsession, but the curvature of her mouth slowly collapsed: "What? NS?"

As time passed by, and the clock slowly passed by for an hour, Shi Qingyue finally dropped the pen and palette.

Her expression was somewhat discouraged and sad, and her voice was very soft: "I can't paint—"

The woman at the door didn't seem to understand. She tilted her head and looked at her for a while. She was pure and clean. Time left no trace on her. She still looked like the ignorant high school student three years ago. She asked: " Why can't it be drawn?"

She looked so gentle, but her fingers involuntarily fastened the armrest of the wheelchair, and the gentle mask cracked every inch of her face.

In the autumn three years ago, she had seen countless herself in her drafts, shy, well-behaved, asleep, serious...

Now, she even said, "I can't draw it anymore, how could it be possible?"

Jiang Zhiyi didn't believe it and pushed the wheelchair. She pushed it too fast and almost lost her balance. She pushed it all the way to Shi Qingyue's face, and what caught her eye was a huge and messy canvas.

There was already a faint figure, but it was completely destroyed by someone splashing it on with bright red paint at the last moment. The wet paint snaked down from the canvas as if soaked in blood.

Jiang Zhiyi's fingertips were trembling, as if he wanted to reach out to touch the painting. When he really touched it, he subconsciously stepped back: "Why destroy it?"

"Why?!" As if she couldn't restrain herself at all, she reached out and pushed down the easel, never wanting to take another look.

Next to Shi Qingyue is a huge table. The palette, brushes and even rice paper and vases are piled together, and there are scattered brushes and paints on the ground. She smashed everything like crazy and shivered after smashing it. He hugged himself tightly, crying like a little beast sobbing.

"I know, I know! How come I can't paint—you just don’t want, you don’t want to paint for me—"

She is almost hoarse, those contrasts are terrifying. Three years ago, Shi Qingyue would capture every detail and paint, kiss her actively, and want to have a future with her, but now Shi Qingyue, she just wants to leave—

She just wanted to leave herself.

This madness lingered in her heart, and the abyss of despair almost overwhelmed her whole person. She went up in a daze and tried to hug the person, even forgetting that she was disabled. The whole person fell from the wheelchair and fell into it. Chaos everywhere.

"Qingyi, don't go, sorry, I just want you to accompany me..."

She hugged Shi Qingyue, and then the dazzling blood came into her eyes, causing her to froze.

There is a beautiful glass vase on the table with flowers that Jiang Zhiyi sends every day, sometimes roses, sometimes lilies. When Jiang Zhiyi is not busy, he will bring them back and trim them, putting them in a vase one by one, and placing them in Shiqing barley. On the table.

She never thought that it turned out to be a weapon to hurt people.

When she pushed down the easel, the glass bottle overturned and scratched Shi Qingyue's arm.

"Qingyue—" She raised her head in horror. The curvature of the woman's jaw was surprisingly thin. Looking at her tired and disappointed, she finally closed her eyes slowly and sighed.

She didn't care about her hands, but wearily asked her: "Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Zhiyi, are you satisfied? is that enough?

The blood gurgled out, dripping on the overturned canvas and mixed with the wet paint, blurring the position of the woman's eyes in the painting, looking scarlet.

The glass was severely scratched. This time Jiang Zhiyi finally didn't dare to put her in the house again and was sent to the best hospital in the city.

On the way to the hospital, Qingyue just closed her eyes and did not speak. No matter how she begged her, she refused to say a word. Her face was pale because of too much blood loss. Jiang Zhiyi could even feel the speed of her body temperature. Down, for a moment, Jiang Zhiyi was so afraid that she would leave her if she didn't hold on to the hospital.

She leaned against her neck and whispered: "Qingyue, hold on a little longer. If you have an accident, I will accompany you, OK?"

Shi Qingyi's eyes trembled twice, as if he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. Jiang Zhiyi's tears flowed more fiercely, as if there was never an end.

In the end, there was nothing serious. He lost too much blood and fainted. After lying in the hospital for a long time, Jiang Zhiyi stayed by her side and refused to leave for a moment. Only finally woke up.

She just woke up and didn't speak to her, but occasionally looked out the window, staring at the heavy snow and dead branches outside in a daze.

"Qingyue, what's good outside? Do you want to go home? The hospital is so cold, shall we go home?" She didn't dare to stimulate Shi Qingyue, so she only dared to pull the quilt corner: "I'm already at your bedside Shrunk for two nights."

It couldn't be easier to add an extra bed in the ward, but she even felt that the bed was too far away, and she insisted on staying guard by her bed.

The pale woman shook her head slightly, Jiang Zhiyi's hand tightened quietly, but her tone was still gentle: "Why?"

She seemed to think for a while, not knowing whether it was this injury or because she had been locked up by Jiang Zhiyi too close without touching strangers. Her voice was hoarse and low. She quietly looked out the window and said softly, "Because there are no windows here. prison…"

Jiang Zhiyi's breath suddenly choked, she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

On the second night when Shi Qingyue was admitted to the hospital, his mother and Shifather rushed there one after another. They only looked at Shiqingyue a few times outside the door or during the time when she was asleep. Shi's father was not good at words, but his eyes were flushed, and his fingers were abrupt. Tap a little to tighten on the glass.

Finally, I begged Jiang Zhiyi: "Can I take the company? It was my fault three years ago. Please, let Qingyue go."

This man, who is nearly fifty years old, has a beautiful life, frustrated in his later years, and has only one daughter in his life. Even if he was busy with work before, he has been spoiled since childhood. When did she suffer this kind of grievance?

But now she is lying quietly on the hospital bed without knowing her life or death, her parents are nowhere to be found, she is almost out of human form, how can they not be sad?

Jiang Zhiyi put his finger to his lips, frowning slightly: "Speak down, don't make her rest."

After a pause, she smiled sickly: "Three years ago, didn't you say that?"

It was the most painful time in her life. Car accidents, disability, disfigurement, and the person she liked went away. The father of that person looked down at her pain and said, stay away from her.

What a nightmare, she just wanted to keep a person, why is it so difficult? She used to have nothing, so she was slaughtered, but now it’s different. She obviously has everything, so why can’t she hold her sweetheart’s hand?

She obviously worked very hard, very hard—

She was pushing her wheelchair to go in, thinking that it’s okay. Qingyue really lost a lot of weight. When she returned home, she would make up for her. Work time should be squeezed a little bit, and she should spend more time with her—

"Do you think she spent three years abroad?" Shimu suddenly rushed to block her way. The woman was dignified and beautiful with tears in her eyes. Not far from her, one was wearing a black shirt. The short-haired woman leaned on the door, faintly blessing her.

Jiang Zhiyi herself is disabled. There are many people protecting her. When someone stopped Shi's mother, Jiang Zhiyi paused and raised her eyes very slowly. Her eyes were extremely heavy, like a pool of frozen water, but her eyelashes trembled extremely. quick.

"What's the meaning?"

She suddenly had a faint premonition.

"She has cured hands abroad for three years, and can no longer paint—" Shimu's voice was hoarse, and Jiang Zhiyi stayed for a long time as if he didn't understand, and asked, "What did you say?"

But in fact, there is no need to repeat it at all, she can hear every word clearly.

She turned her head abruptly, the weak and thin woman on the hospital bed closed her eyes, and seemed to frown in her sleep, her exposed wrists covered with thick white gauze.

She thought something was cracking in her mind, and she remembered the accident not long ago for no reason. The bright red blood stains merged with the blood stains from the car accident three years ago.

After three years, she finally dared to look directly at the car accident. The dash cam was with Shi's father, perhaps for revenge, and was sent to Jiang Zhiyi as a gift.

The memory of that car accident has always been **** and bloody. For three years, she was ridden with nightmares for more than a thousand days and nights, and finally she was able to glimpse the truth in time.

The roar of the car, the broken glass, Shi Qingyue did push her a bit, but it was for her to block the splashing glass, because at that moment, she was indeed pushed aside, and the glass shards passed her. The corners of her eyes and forehead disfigured her.

She still remembers that Shi Qingyue pushed her, and then her eyes were full of blood. The boundless blood made her unable to see anything, so she never knew that Shi Qingyue blocked her and caused the glass to plunge into her wrist. .

If Shi Qingyue hadn't blocked the piece of glass for her, it would be her neck that she drew over, and she would have saved her life with her painted hand.

Jiang Zhiyi suddenly felt cold on his body, and his cold teeth began to tremble.

Do you really know nothing? No, no, it will be faintly clear tomorrow morning, how could she let herself die?

The inexplicable panic made her seem difficult to even make a sound, and she could only make indistinct syllables, and the fishy sweetness spread in her throat, making her shiver like a baby.

That night, she stayed outside Shi Qingyue’s ward all night. The doctor who came to the rounds reported the physical examination to her. After hesitating, she still said: "She has a deep wound. According to you, it is just an accident. Maybe, your family members should take a good look, in case the patient is..."

The rest of the words were not finished, and the back of the patient's family, who was already a frightened bird, trembled.

Jiang Zhiyi didn’t even know whether to be grateful for the surveillance at home. She flipped through the surveillance overnight to see that the overturned easel, with messy paint and broken glass, was sitting in a mess with thin clothes, and the back image was lost. All the strength.

Because of the obstruction of the wheelchair, she never saw Shi Qingyue's movements, only she pushed down the easel, Shi Qingyue went to grab the painting and was smashed, and then she fumbled to rescue the canvas from the glass shards, and the blood was winding along with the paint. , Stinging her eyes.

She watched it all night, paused countless times, and didn't really think about whether it was an accident or whether Shi Qingyi really didn't want to live anymore.

She couldn't understand why she refused to stay by her side?

Later, she opened the medical record, perhaps because she was not in contact with people for a long time, and her physical condition was not optimistic, and it was not so good.

"Qingyue..." Outside as strong as Jiang Zhiyi, he could only hold himself tightly in the middle of the night, and whispered the name from his throat.

How did she love herself so much, cherish herself so much, and reluctantly give up a little hurt girl, wishing to be kind to her all her life, and put the best of everything in front of her girl, forced to this point?

Should she set her free?

But when she thought of the possibility of losing Shi Qingyue, her heart felt like she was being slapped.