The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

Shaoyin didn't wait long in the hospital.

She waited with Sheng's mother for an hour, but left when the operation had not been completed.

Mother Sheng's eyes were red, and she stood up and said, "Little classmate, thank you for notifying me."

"You're welcome, Auntie, we are classmates." Shaoyin said obediently, and then gently hugged her, "It will be all right, Auntie, don't worry."

Huihui was astonished at her pretense: "What are you doing? Why are you so polite to the protagonist?"

"She didn't offend me again." Shao Yin said.

In the plot, Sheng Chuanjing returns to Sheng's home, but Sheng's mother does not.

She is only Mr. Sheng's former girlfriend, and she hasn't seen each other a long time ago. Besides, Mr. Sheng has a wife and a daughter. In what capacity does she appear?

She has always lived in this small town, does not live with the male lead, and does not get involved in the plot at all.

Because of this, Shaoyin has no ill will towards her.

She couldn't help but think of the ending of Sheng's mother in the plot.

It was after the male lead and the female lead fell in love, the male lead brought the female lead back, and wanted to show her mother Sheng, only to find that Sheng's mother was seriously ill.

Sheng's mother has been in poor health and has not suffered any serious illnesses, but it has reached the limit. Before she died, she saw that her son had a partner, and was very pleased. She shook the hands of the male lead and the female lead and passed away peacefully.

The male protagonist was very sad, crying like a child, and was coaxed by the female protagonist.

After this incident, a special connection was established between the two, and it seemed that they were the closest people in the world.

This is still a sugar plot.

"This is the basic compassion for being a human being." Shaoyin said.

Gray: "..."

It doesn't believe it at all. This black-hearted woman will also have sympathy?

If she is really sympathetic, she just saved the hero!

Of course it was because Shaoyin didn't want to save.

If she wants to save, she doesn't have to sacrifice herself, beckon Sheng Chuanjing to escape in advance, or let Huihui control passers-by and drag him back to hide.

But she didn't do it.

What if the hero doesn't want to be rescued?

He personally said that he didn't want to owe favors.

Saying goodbye to Sheng's mother, walked through the corridor and went downstairs.

The big sun outside is like a ball of fire, distorting the air. A child sprinkled the water in the bottle on the ground, and the water stains dried up in the blink of an eye.

"It's so hot," she murmured, putting one hand in front of her eyes, slightly blocking the sun, trotting into the shadow on the side of the road, buying a newspaper from the newsstand outside the hospital, and covering her head to the bus stop.

Shaky to sit on the eight-stop road, Shaoyin got off the bus one stop in advance, bought a few cucumbers, a few tomatoes, and a bag of steamed buns at the vegetable market, and carried them home.

Make a plate of cucumbers and fry a plate of tomatoes and eggs, and lunch will be there.

Back home, Shaoyin threw the small bag on the sofa, changed her slippers, and went into the kitchen to wash and cut vegetables.

The cucumber is smashed into pieces, placed on a plate, and covered with a bowl.

Cut the tomatoes into pieces, put them in a bowl, and cover them.

Take three eggs, beat them into egg flowers, and continue to cover them.

Then he walked out of the kitchen, collapsed on the sofa, turned on the electric fan, and watched the TV comfortably with a small breeze.

Cook? Sorry, she won't.

Nor will the original owner.

When her parents died, the little girl was only twelve and Ji Mo was fifteen.

The little girl was squeamish, and Ji Mo loved her again. He couldn't bear to do anything, even a bowl of noodles hadn't been cooked.

Shaoyin wanted to be nice to her brother, but she couldn't set it apart, right?

By half past twelve, there was movement at the door.

There is the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole and twisting. Shaoyin turned his head and looked at the door, it was Ji Mo who was back.

It's not the noble boy with luxurious clothes, brilliant temperament, and mint liquor described in the script.

The boy who opened the door and walked in was tall and thin, wearing cheap printed cotton short-sleeved, special-priced denim shorts, and on his feet were a pair of sneakers that had been worn for more than two years.

As soon as he entered the door, he took off the baseball cap he was wearing, revealing his sweaty forehead and sweaty hair.

The boy was very thin, his back was not straight, and there was fatigue in his beautiful eyes. He was obviously extremely tired. But the moment his eyes met Shaoyin, a smile appeared: "Is Yinyin hungry? Brother, let's go cooking now."

Although he is poorly dressed and his posture is not expensive enough, the boy's thin stature reveals indestructible responsibility and reliability.

"Brother is back." Shaoyin exclaimed obediently.

Ji Mo closed the door, threw the baseball cap on the sofa, and gave Shaoyin the plastic bag in his hand: "Drink, drink and play."

Shaoyin took it, two bottles of vitamin drinks.

"Brother, did you not drink water outside?" she asked.

Ji Mo walked into the bathroom, washed his face, and walked out and said, "Drink, it's such a hot day, you will get heat stroke if you don't drink water."

He went to work in the morning, and Shaoyin didn't know what he did. Sometimes he handed out flyers, sometimes made up lessons, and sometimes moved goods. In short, what kind of job he found depends on luck.

Sometimes people would be more generous and would buy a few bottles of drinks to quench their thirst. Ji Mo never wanted to drink it, and every time he took it home to his sister and bought the cheapest mineral water to drink.

To say that the two have a deposit of 400,000 yuan left by their parents, enough for them to go to school and spend at ordinary times, why does Ji Mo still work so hard?

Because he is a worrying life. He feels that four hundred thousand is not enough to spend. When his younger sister grows up, she will get married, buy a house, and have a little savings. How can this little money be enough?

He couldn't bear to spend a penny of that four hundred thousand. Since three years ago, he has racked his brains and went out to find work.

After dinner, I ran out to find work. Before I went out, I asked my sister to lock the doors and windows so that no one would open them. I came back very late and had to do my homework.

Of course, I went out on weekends. I did all kinds of hard work, hard work, and dirty work. But he worked hard, but he was reluctant to eat well and dress well. Even his hair was pushed by himself to save money as much as possible.

But he never saves money on his sister. He buys her new clothes and shoes every year, takes her to watch movies, goes to the amusement park, and gives her pocket money, just like when her parents were still raising her.

His beloved sister died for Sheng Chuanjing, how could he not hate it?

And Sheng Chuanjing said, "I would rather die than be rescued by her", simply cutting Ji Mo's heart with a knife.

"Brother, I have cut the vegetables." Shaoyin knelt on the sofa, put his hands on the back of the sofa, looked up at him and said proudly: "Look, see if I am cutting well."

Ji Mo was taken aback, and hurriedly walked into the kitchen, only to see three upside-down bowls. He opened them one by one, and saw his sister's cut tomatoes, patted cucumbers, and beaten egg mixture.

Frowning, he said unhappily: "I'll be back sooner in the future, don't touch the knife."

"I thought you were going to praise me." Shaoyin shuffled over, frowning and said, "Can't I do anything like this? I'm grown up!"

Ji Mo was helpless, and sighed: "Okay, you're grown up." He put on his apron, flushed the wok with clean water, and started cooking.

But I thought in my heart, I can't be busy so late in the future.

Heat the pan, pour the oil in, and when the oil is hot, pour the egg liquid in. At this moment, suddenly a cool breeze came from behind.

He looked back and couldn't help but be stunned.

His little sister, who was on the cusp of his heart, was reluctant to bear her bitter sister. At the moment, she bit a box of yogurt and fanned him with a newspaper.

"It's going to be battered!" She glared at him, "Brother looks at the pot, the egg is going to be battered!"

He turned around hurriedly, turned the omelette, and said: "Don't stand here, it's too hot. Go to the living room and watch TV. It will be ready soon."

My heart was so soft that my sister loved him.

But he actually didn't need her to hurt others too much. He wanted her to be carefree and happy, so that she was very satisfied, and he felt that his responsibility was taken up.

"No, there's nothing good about TV," Shaoyin said, continuing to stand behind and fan him.

Her elder brother worked hard to cook for her, and she did whatever she could.

Seeing his sister's stubbornness, Ji Mo only felt that she didn't care for her in vain, and his heart was bubbling with happiness.

Immediately afterwards, he thought that his sister liked Shengchuanjing in the second year of high school, and he was suddenly a little unhappy.

That Shengchuan Jingyan was above the top, and he never looked at people with his straight eyes. Many girls in the school chased him, and he didn't even look at him. The others are fine, but how can he let his sister suffer such grievances?

But every time I mentioned it, my sister was unhappy.

Feeling the slow breeze behind him, Ji Mo felt so soft that he couldn't bear to mention Shengchuanjing again.

Ten minutes later, he cooked the meal.

Shaoyin put away the newspaper and helped with the dishes.

Ji Mo hurriedly told her not to touch her hands, and Shao Yin turned her head: "Oh! Can you stop coaxing a child? I'm fifteen, not too young!"

Ji Mo suddenly became happy.

Isn't it a child at fifteen?

The food and steamed buns were brought to the table, and the two sat down face to face. There used to be four people sitting here, now only two people are sitting here. But the other two chairs have not been removed, and they will often wipe dust.

Picking up the chopsticks, Shaoyin shifted the egg from the plate to Ji Mo: "Brother eat more, you work a lot, it's very hard."

Ji Mo took the bun and couldn't bite it down.

Looking at the opposite side, his brows gradually frowned.

My sister is very dear today.

"You, you..." He hesitated, did she ask him for something? It's better not to have anything to do with Shengchuanjing, his eyes darkened.

"Haha! Is it the grandson to eat more?" In his head, Huihui said happily.

In the last mission world, Shaoyin died at the end of his fifties. At that time, his grandsons were very big.

"Go go." Shao Yin urged him.

However, he did regard Ji Mo as a child in his heart.

It's just that she won't show this, because Ji Mo doesn't want to be taken care of. On the contrary, he enjoys raising his younger sister and providing her with the responsibility of a stable life.

"Brother, Sheng Chuanjing had a car accident." Shao Yin took a bite of the bun and said.

Ji Mo was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

Shaoyin talked about going out for a walk, and met him in a car accident and sent him to the hospital.

"Are you okay?!" Ji Mo immediately looked at her nervously and asked.

"I'm okay, I'm on the other side of the road." Shao Yin said, "Brother, do we want to see him tomorrow? When I came back today, he was still undergoing surgery. I don't know what's going on."

Ji Mo's brows tightened.

They are unfamiliar, they just can be called by name. But it's a classmate again, I can't say it if I visit it, and it's kind of like if I don't see it.

"All right." Ji Mo said, "Don't go tomorrow, I'll be back early tonight and take you there."

Tomorrow he still has a job moving goods to do, and he can earn one hundred and five in a morning, he is reluctant to lose it.

Shao Yin nodded: "Yeah."

Eat by yourself, don't forget to remind him, "Brother, eat."

"It's'grandson eating', right?" Huihui became happy again.

Shaoyin wanted to roll his eyes at it.

In the afternoon, Shaoyin locked the door and went to the mall to rub the air conditioner.

Ji Mo has worked hard to make money, so he can save a little bit of electricity bills.

I wondered how I could make some money and improve the living conditions of the two of them.