Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The next morning.

Jiang Sui received a call from Jin Chen and asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch.

At this time, Jiang Sui had not yet crawled out of the quilt. He was so sleepy that he was a little dazed. It took him a while to react before he spoke.

"It will be all right."

The voice was soft and hoarse after waking up, and it sounded muffled through the quilt. Jinchen was really touched by her cuteness and said with a smile: "Then I will just do whatever I want and sleep for a while."

A low laugh reached his ears through the phone. Jiang Sui became much more sober and pressed the recording button.

"I'm not going to sleep anymore...will you come over today?"

Jiang Sui's tone was full of anticipation. He sat up from the bed, his eyes falling on the windbreaker next to the quilt, somewhat missing the scorching warmth of yesterday.

"Sorry, I have something else to do here. I have to go to the next city this afternoon." Jin Chen said in a coaxing tone, "I'll be back in about two days. I'll make some more dishes and ask Asong to send them over. Can you heat them up before you eat?"

Asong was the clerk who led Jiang Sui upstairs that day.

Jiang Sui's smile suddenly disappeared, his fingertips gripping the phone tightened, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"……it is good."

Why why why can't we meet today?

Jiang Sui bit his lip and heard Jinchen say a few more words before hanging up the phone.

He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. His body under the ink-black pajamas was extremely pale, and his wet black pupils were a little unfocused.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Sui finished washing up with an expressionless face, brought in all the perfumes that the driver had left at the door, sat cross-legged in the bedroom, and took out each bottle to smell it.

Soon, every corner of the bedroom was filled with the aroma of various agarwoods, which were entangled with each other and were so strong that they were a bit choking.

But each one is different from what he has.

Jiang Sui couldn't help but sneeze. Afraid of being affected by the fragrance on his body, he changed his clothes before jumping into his windbreaker with an unconscious dependence and attachment.

Just want to see him again.

The temperature has not remained, but the light yet warm scent of agarwood remains.

Beside the bed, various perfume bottles and drawing papers were piled up in a mess. There was only the outline of a person on the paper, from the upper body to gradually forming a face.

Jiang Sui's body temperature was too low, and it took a long time for his windbreaker to warm up again. He rubbed the fabric of his collar with some regret and continued to do what he had planned.

The driver who received the message to go shopping again: !!!

How come it was perfume yesterday, but all these weird things today!

Jiang Sui even thoughtfully prepared an address for him, as some things could only be bought from there.

The driver agreed with a trembling hand, and began to doubt whether this job would make him an accomplice in the future.

I won’t have to help the boss dispose of the body in the future, will I?

Jiang Sui, who had no idea how much the driver was thinking, changed his phone and was stuck for a long time when logging into his social media account. The background messages and comment area were full of insults.

The studio also gave up on cooperating with him, and only the comic he was still drawing needed to be updated.

Jiang Sui didn't have much passion for comics, but his former psychiatrist told him that he needed to find something to rely on and have some connection with the world so that he wouldn't always be thinking about death.

At that time, grandma was still alive, so Jiang Sui didn't want to die so early. But now he has nothing left, but he has retained his interest in painting.

Jiang Sui was reading those endless abusive comments, but perhaps because he had heard these words in real life, he didn't feel that sad.

Anyway, that's who he is.

Recalling the repeated hateful looks from the new neighbor, he tilted his head in confusion.

He asked the landlord for his neighbor's contact information.

But Lin Yu, who was already on various dates and trips with Jiang Sui at this time, had forgotten about the misunderstanding and did not notice Jiang Sui's friend request.

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Jinchen left temporarily this time mainly to do two things.

The first thing is to donate some of the relics left by my parents to museums and auction some of them.

He might as well keep it anyway, and it wouldn't bother that family.

All the antiques that had special meaning to their original bodies were kept, and a property was purchased to preserve them, with people hired to regularly maintain them.

After doing this, the emotions left over from the original body were much less, and I felt completely relaxed.

Another thing is to acquire private hospitals.

The extent of Jiang Sui's physical damage cannot be underestimated. A full physical examination and regular check-ups are necessary, but he certainly cannot handle the large crowds in the hospital. Jinchen asked Ling Gungun to select the hospital that can go through the acquisition process the fastest, and went to the hospital with the money to negotiate the contract.

The only minor incident was when Jinchen almost exposed someone when he discovered that he was taking pictures secretly. But before he was about to take action, he remembered that the employer of the person taking the pictures might be Comrade Jiang Suisui who was still at home, so he pretended not to see it.

When I finished these things and returned, it was already the morning of the third day.

On the day.

The landlord knocked on Jiang Sui's door.

He stood at the door, lowering his head slightly, his slightly long bangs covering his slightly puzzled moist eyes, "What's the matter?"

The landlord was holding a gift and a basket of fresh fruits. "Xiao Sui, it's okay. I just came to see you."

"Your situation is special and you don't like to go out, so I think it's only right that you take care of me more."

The landlord's eyes fell on Jiang Sui, and he smiled with some deliberate enthusiasm, and a strange look flashed in his eyes when he glanced at the collar of his pajamas.

Jiang Sui is so perceptive.

He suddenly raised his head, the landlord's smiling face reflected in his moist pupils, and asked in a low voice: "Really... is that all?"

Jiang Sui slowly pulled his lips together, revealing a faint smile that was not quite pleasant, and it looked as if the arc had only risen a few points.

The landlord's breathing suddenly became heavier. "Because I want to take better care of you, Xiaosui, you can understand what I say, right?"

Jiang Sui was forced to slowly retreat into the house by his approaching footsteps. When his shoulder hit the entrance, a sharp dagger was held in his palm.

Posture changes instantly.

"what!"

The landlord's back was forced into the corner of the wall by the dagger. He screamed in pain, and his legs went weak from fear at the sharp touch on his neck.

"You...what are you doing!"

How could an ordinary person have a dagger at home!

Jiang Sui was not short, and his tall and thin figure was elongated under the light, imprisoning the landlord and casting his shadow on the ground, like a long and thin ghost.

He applied a little more force to his hands, and his voice was bewitching, "I need to... understand something, do you like... me?"

The landlord dared not admit it, and shouted in a trembling voice: "No! It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

The sharp dagger cut the skin and blood gradually flowed out.