Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Jian Zhou didn't want to stay in Jian's house any longer. It was even more breathless for him than Ji's house. So when Ji Yan looked at him, the young man briefly suppressed his disgust for this daughter, got up and hugged her. Get up and put it in the wheelchair.

Jian Zhou knew that what Jian Chuan hated was that he would use a face similar to his to please Ji Yan in the future.

At this time, he thought a little vindictively, let him take a good look at how he pleases the people he hates. If it doesn't disgust him, then it would be better to be more disgusting.

In fact, Jian Chuan frowned when he saw his rebellious younger brother who didn't want to be a canary proactively bending down to hug the person he hated.

Jian Zhou took the initiative to lower his head and straighten the wrinkled blanket on the girl's lap, then stood up and held the wheelchair, preparing to push her away.

Mr. Jian was very satisfied with his actions, but before they left, he stopped Jian Zhou again and said in a gentle tone: "Xiao Zhou, don't forget what I told you. When you are a guest at Ji's house, you must be sensible. obedient."

He was obviously sent there in a package, but his father kept saying that he was a guest. He was very good at beautifying his despicable behavior.

Jian Zhou lowered his eyes and did not answer. He just acquiesced to Jian's father's words.

The two seemed to be playing riddles, but Ji Yan also guessed that Jian's father should have threatened Jian Zhou's mother.

She pretended not to know anything, and when she got outside, Jian Zhou carried her to the car again.

Ji Yan stared at Jian Zhou, feeling that she should do something to reassure Jian's father and make him feel that Jian Zhou had won her favor.

She folded her hands on her knees and her curly hair fell down smoothly. When the boy was about to pull away, she said, "Sit next to me, Jian Zhou."

The girl's voice was as gentle as fermented sweet wine. It was mellow and sweet, making people feel a little drunk. Her facial features under the dim light also exuded an unprecedented affinity.

Jian Zhou saw a hint of kindness in those beautiful and gentle black eyes.

It's like an illusion.

The young man did not answer and silently exited the car. However, he did not refuse her invitation. Instead, he walked to the other side, opened the door and got in.

Jian's father was a little surprised. His youngest son was quite capable of seducing people.

Jian Chuan's eyes glanced over there, and he couldn't stand it anymore. As expected, she had not changed at all, she was still as ridiculous as ever.

On the way back, Jian Zhou thought that Ji Yan would definitely take this opportunity to do something to him, but she just closed her eyes to rest and did nothing.

Jian Zhou suddenly didn't know what she wanted. Maybe she didn't want to touch him at all, but just tied him to her side to stimulate Jian Chuan. No wonder she let him get into her car today. It was because of Jian Chuan today. Watching there.

From beginning to end, she just wanted Jian Chuan to change his mind.

And he himself is just an insignificant tool to everyone.

...

At ten o'clock in the evening, after Ji Yan took a bath in the bathtub, the nurse took her out, dried her body, and put on a bathrobe for her.

The original owner's legs needed care, and he had to apply expensive imported cream every night before going to bed. It can not only promote the recovery of the legs, but also keep the skin of the legs smooth and delicate. It is better than ordinary body lotion.

Aunt Jiang is strong, Ji Yan is not heavy, and it doesn't take much effort for Aunt Jiang to pick her up.

The girl lay meekly on the bed, her seaweed-like hair spread on her back.

Aunt Jiang brought the cream and lifted up her bathrobe. When she was about to apply it, someone came and knocked on the eldest lady's door.

Ji Yan also heard it. She folded her arms and put them under her neck. Her vocal cords were suppressed, making her voice soft and soft: "Aunt Jiang, let's go and see who knocked on the door."

Jiang Yurong stood up and opened the door. The person outside the door was none other than Jian Zhou.

After the door opened, Jian Zhou took a brief look inside, but suddenly a handful of snow came into his sight.

The girl's soft, snow-white bathrobe was piled at the base of her legs. Her two slender legs were particularly beautiful, with powder in the white. They were placed on the bed like a doll... Jian Zhou knew when he saw the cream in Jiang Yurong's hand. What they were planning to do.

"Master Jian Zhou?"

Jiang Yurong didn't expect that he would take the initiative to come to the eldest lady.

Stunned for a while.

Jian Zhou lowered his eyes and said, "It's nothing."

He turned away.

Jiang Yurong opened her lips, but finally said nothing and returned to the eldest lady.

"Who is outside?" The girl's voice was tired, but she still lay obediently.

Jiang Yurong said: "It's Young Master Jian Zhou. He came and left."

Ji Yan agreed and said nothing further. She did not investigate why Jian Zhou came to knock on her door just now. The answer was not that important, and the little villain did not want his thoughts to be revealed openly.

Jiang Yurong saw that the young lady had no intention of exploring, so she lowered her head and continued to apply ointment to her.

...

Early the next morning, Shang Li came to Ji's house. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw a girl sitting in a wheelchair. Under the cuffs of a thin shirt, her weak and slender fingers were holding a pair of scissors. She lowered her eyes and focused on pruning flower branches. .

"Mr. Shang, good morning." Lin Shen greeted him.

Ji Yan then raised her head and noticed Shang Li, paused for a moment, with a polite and gentle smile on her face, "Good morning, Teacher Shang Li."

"Morning." Shang Li responded one by one.

Miss Ji asked him again: "Has Teacher Shang Li had breakfast? Jian Zhou should still be eating breakfast. If Teacher Shang Li doesn't dislike it, you can eat some more."

Shang Li did not refuse and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll go see Jian Zhou first."

"Ah."

Ji Yan looked away again, holding the scissors in her hand, lowering her eyes and thinking about how to cut it more beautifully.

When Shang Li entered the restaurant, Jian Zhou had already finished eating.

The two of them went back to the room together to prepare for today's tutoring session.

After speaking for two hours, Shang Li stopped to take a sip of water and asked Jian Zhou to do the exercises he had prepared while preparing for class last night.

He got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw the young man tilting his head to look out the window. His eyes seemed to be looking down at something, very seriously. The ballpoint pen was held in his hand, and the tip of the pen had unintentionally been pressed onto the paper. There were messy ink marks.

Shang Li felt strange, so he walked over and took a look, and found that looking down from the window, he could just see the gentle and beautiful daughter.

Shang Li chuckled: "Are you looking at Miss Ji?"

Jian Zhou was startled for a moment, his long eyelashes drooped silently, and he denied, "No."

Shang Li smiled and said, "This is nothing to be ashamed of. Miss Ji is indeed beautiful and attractive."

Jian Zhou pursed his lips.

Shang Li was just confused by her illusion.

He lowered his eyes and continued to work on the questions, and saw the marks he had made on the paper at some point.

Jian Zhou couldn't help but feel strange in his heart. He just looked at her and was entranced.