Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Gu Jin kept crying, and his spirit seemed to be a little broken. It was not like he was facing a stranger.

Even if he and Qi Jinglin were in love, they wouldn't have become so deeply in love in just a few days.

It can only be said that there is a person in Gu Jin's heart who is not similar to Qi Jinglin.

Stand-in literature is not uncommon in the industry.

Who doesn’t have a white moonlight that they can’t get, or a cinnabar mole that they will regret for the rest of their lives?

But he had never heard that Gu Jin was in love.

Ever since he was brought back by the Gu family when he was a child, there was no special person around him.

"Why did you remember this?" Zhang Song was a little surprised.

Su Jingchen frowned and said his guess, "Gu Jin noticed Qi Jinglin because of his name at first, but then he only said 'different' when they met him. Now that he thinks about it, it's this name."

Zhang Song thought for a while and said: "I heard that Gu Jin was in an orphanage before he came back, and there was a family who was very kind to him. He even ate and lived with the children of that family, but I didn't hear about this later. What’s wrong with the child?”

"What's your name?" Su Jingchen asked.

Zhang Song shook his head.

Wang Xing from the side came over and said, "My name is Qi Jinglin. He is dead. He was hit by Mrs. Gu."

"Oh." Zhang Song seemed to have thought of something and showed a look of sudden realization, "Mrs. Gu killed someone and was arrested. She was sentenced to seven years."

"Wouldn't the sentence for killing someone be less than three years?" Wang Xing said.

Zhang Song said, "You don't know this. It was said to be treated as manslaughter, but Gu Jin sent someone in again a few years ago. It seemed to be a hit and run. Calculating the time, it should be three years away."

"Is it Qi Jinglin who was hit and killed by Mrs. Gu?" Su Jingchen was not sure.

Zhang Song nodded, "If that's the case, it should be."

Su Jingchen pursed his lips gently.

Qi Jinglin was sent to the hospital and pushed directly into the emergency room.

Feeling the fast running of the flat car, Qi Jinglin felt extremely familiar, as if he had run on this road many times.

'I don't want to get into another car accident. ’ Qi Jinglin put forward his request.

He didn't like this sudden surprise.

【…】

Do you have any other choice?

‘It’s okay to have another accident. ’ Qi Jinglin continued to work hard, ‘It’s the same thing every time, and I’m tired of it. ’

[Do you think it’s good to have your head cut off by a kite string while riding a bicycle? 】

Qi Jinglin: ‘No need. ’

His injury was not serious, so he found a gap and put the dislocated shoulder back on his own.

The doctor cleaned and applied medicine to his wound and almost sent Qi Jinglin away.

Who invented hydrogen peroxide? It really hurts!

His Qi Jinglin was trembling.

After being bandaged and sent to the ward, smelling the familiar smell of disinfectant, Qi Jinglin lay on his side on the bed nursing the wound.

A figure flashed outside the door, and Gu Jin quickly ran in, squatting on the bedside and obediently looking at Qi Jinglin, raising her hand to carefully touch the broken hair on his forehead.

"What are you afraid of? I can still eat you." Qi Jinglin shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand to hold Gu Jin's wrist, and put it on his cheek, "Look, you're still alive. It's warm."

"Don't talk nonsense." Gu Jin pursed her lips and complained in a low voice, "I don't like to hear it."

"Okay, no more." Holding Gu Jin's other hand, Qi Jinglin smiled and coaxed in a low voice.

Feeling a little warmth on his hand, Qi Jinglin paused and stared into Gu Jin's clear eyes, "Are you injured?"

"No." Gu Jin subconsciously retracted her hand and said quickly, "I'm not hurt."

Qi Jinglin clamped Gu Jin's wrist and didn't let him take it back. Qi Jinglin looked at him with a more careful look. He opened his palm and revealed the blood red fingertips. "What's going on?"

"It's not mine." Gu Jin struggled hard.

There were a few drops of sweat on the originally pale cheeks, and there was almost no blood on the lips.

Qi Jinglin looked at Gu Jin and suddenly thought of something. He pulled up Gu Jin's sleeve and saw the bloody wound under the sleeve.

It was cut with a sharp knife.

It was very deep, blood was still gushing out, and the skin and flesh even turned up.

He scratched it himself.

Underneath the streak of blood, there are dense scars, one after another, some light and some heavy, intertwined and intertwined.

"Gu Jin!" Qi Jinglin's eyes were red and bloodshot, and his expression was filled with sorrow and confusion.

Gu Jin turned his head, the look in his eyes flashed slightly, "I accidentally dropped it."

"You're still lying to me." Qi Jinglin grabbed his chin and forced Gu Jin to turn his head, "Look at me and ask, what did you do?"

Gu Jin flinched and looked down at his wounds, as if he was remembering seriously.

When he followed the ambulance to the hospital, he felt something was wrong with him. He couldn't find himself in the illusory memories, and it seemed that he would be lost in the next second.

How was it done before?

Yes, wake yourself up.

Touching the familiar penknife in her pocket, Gu Jin slashed her arm without hesitation.

The dazzling red color washed away the imaginary pool of blood, and the noisy voices gradually returned to calm.

The pain only made Gu Jin frown slightly, but his clear mind made him smile.

The smell of disinfectant drew him away from his memories, and he remembered what happened not long ago. He held his aching forehead and couldn't help but feel scared.

After applying pressure to stop the blood flowing down his arm, Gu Jin asked for a bandage and wrapped it casually, just to prevent Qi Jinglin from seeing the scars inside.

He is afraid of being disliked.

Afraid of seeing Qi Jinglin's disgusted eyes.

I heard him say the same thing, "Turns out he's a lunatic, disgusting!"

"It's scratched." Gu Jin raised his eyes and met Qi Jinglin's faintly red eyes, but his mood calmed down and his tone was calm and desolate, "Brother Jinglin, I seem to be a madman too."

After saying these words, Gu Jin's eyes dimmed, as if all his strength had been relieved.