The way to save the villain: crazy stickers

Ji Cheng saw a flash of surprise on Gu Qiyi's face, and then asked for help: "Brother Gu, please help me, my brother wants to kill me!"

Ji Qinghe's heart sank.

At that moment, he really wanted to kill Ji Cheng.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Gu Qiyi grabbed Ji Qinghe's other free hand, "Senior, I'm not full yet."

Ji Qinghe grabbed Ji Cheng's neck with one hand and held it up, staring at Gu Qiyi motionlessly, as if he wanted to see the fear in Gu Qiyi's heart.

However, all he saw was clarity.

It seemed like an eternity passed, yet it seemed like only a few seconds.

Ji Cheng was thrown to the ground like rags.

"Don't come to my villa again, dirty things don't deserve to be here!"

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Ji Cheng touched his pinched neck and threatened: "Aren't you afraid that I will tell my parents that you want to kill me?"

Ji Qinghe said indifferently, "They should know better than you how serious my 'illness' is, right?"

Ji Cheng was startled and quickly got up from the ground, and said to the ignorant Gu Qiyi: "Junior Gu, are you still not leaving? What kind of good person do you think Ji Qinghe is? He is a devil! He has been... since he was a child... "

"I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me?" Ji Qinghe interrupted Ji Cheng's words loudly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Ji Cheng was so frightened that the hair on his body stood up and he ran away.

Yeah.

Let Gu Qiyi see Ji Qinghe's true face clearly.

"Senior..."

"Afraid?" Ji Qinghe looked at Gu Qiyi and said coldly, "Do you think I'm like a madman?"

He always knew that he was a madman.

Countless violent emotions are growing.

"It's okay," Gu Qiyi said honestly: "If you strangle Ji Cheng to death, you will go to jail. It's not cost-effective."

Ji Qinghe was silent for a moment, not knowing what to retort.

What is this brat talking about?

"Senior, is there anything left to eat? I've finished changing my clothes, but I'm not full yet." Gu Qiyi grabbed Ji Qinghe's wrist and shook it.

Ji Qinghe gritted his teeth, "Are you sick? You didn't see what happened just now! Aren't you afraid?"

"But... you can't strangle me to death!" Gu Qiyi spread his hands, "Senior, stop dreaming. You can't beat me, so don't think too much and come in quickly."

Ji Qinghe punched him, and Gu Qiyi accurately wrapped Ji Qinghe's fist with his palm, locking the opponent's hands above his head and to the wall.

"How? I told you, you can't beat me!" Gu Qiyi's eyes were bright.

Ji Qinghe struggled but failed.

"..."

What the hell?

It could be said that he couldn't push Gu Qiyi last night because he was drunk.

Now that he is awake, how could he be caught?

"Huh?" Gu Qiyi smelled a faint aroma on the tip of his nose.

He moved curiously to Ji Qinghe's neck and sniffed around.

"What are you doing!" Ji Qinghe was a little flustered.

His neck slowly turned red.

The first time I was restrained, I couldn't move and couldn't resist.

"Senior, you smell so good." Gu Qiyi's nose lingered on Ji Qinghe's neck, "What perfume are you using?"

"I didn't, let go!"

Gu Qiyi rubbed the tip of his nose again, "Is it true?"

"No." Ji Qinghe gritted his teeth, "Let go."

Gu Qiyi regretfully let go of Ji Qinghe's hand and emphasized, "Senior, you believe it now, you can't beat me."

Ji Qinghe was so angry that for the first time he had the urge to roll his eyes, "Don't do this next time."

"Okay," Gu Qiyi put his arm around Ji Qinghe's shoulders, "Senior, you have to take me back to school later."

Ji Qinghe laughed angrily, "I'm your driver!"

"I can pay for the fare,"

Ji Qinghe: "..."

Give me a head!

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When Ji Cheng walked out of Ji Qinghe's villa, he saw a white tram parked in front of him, and the driver rolled down the window.

"Sir, do you remember me?"

Ji Cheng looked at the driver's appearance and remembered, "Are you the driver yesterday?"

"Yes, I didn't expect to meet you here," the driver pressed the brim of his hat, "Your cell phone was left in my car yesterday."

When Ji Cheng got home yesterday, he found that his mobile phone was lost, but he didn't care. Anyway, the Ji family had money, so they could buy the latest fruit phone casually.

If you lose it, you lose it.

"Oh, it's at your place," Ji Cheng said calmly: "It's a broken mobile phone, and you specially sent it back to me. Thank you very much."

The smile on the man's lips faded a bit, "I originally planned to hand it over to the police station, but I didn't expect to meet you today."

Ji Cheng was too lazy to talk to the express driver, stretched out his hand and said in a haughty tone, "Where's the cell phone?"

As a Didi driver, he disdained to make friends with him.

It's of no use at all.

The man turned off the engine, left the driver's seat, walked around to Ji Cheng, handed the phone over, "Here."

Ji Cheng looked at the man with disgust and held the phone between his two fingers. "How much does it cost? I'll transfer it to you?"

The man waved his hands and said in a panic: "No... no, I don't need it."

"Tch, I'm not short of this little money, come on, you poor guy just wants money!"

The man's face hidden under his hood was full of disdain.

"No need." The man pretended to be flustered and left, deliberately dropping his wallet.

Ji Cheng rolled his eyes and accidentally saw the open wallet on the ground. There was a photo on it?

He bent down to pick it up and took a closer look. Is this Ji Qinghe who was secretly photographed?

"Wait a minute, don't leave yet!" Ji Cheng asked, holding his wallet: "What is this photo? Why do you have a photo of Ji Qinghe!"

He stepped forward and pulled off the other person's peaked cap, "Speak quickly!"

The man's face turned red, "I... Ji Qinghe and I are classmates, don't tell him."

Ji Cheng's eyes flashed and he thought of something, "You like Ji Qinghe? You like him, right?"

"I...I...don't get me wrong, Qinghe is pure and pure, he doesn't like me," the man said in a panic: "Don't talk nonsense, it's me who is not worthy of him."

Ji Cheng put away his condescending attitude and advised: "True love has no distinction of status. Even if you are just a driver, you are worthy of Ji Qinghe."

"I...can I?" The man looked up, his eyes full of obsession.

Ji Cheng nodded, "Yes, Ji Qinghe is just a farmer's son. What's so noble about him? He's not the real young master of the Ji family."

"Even if he is a fake young master, he is still noble in my heart." The man said firmly.

Ji Cheng hates people liking Ji Qinghe the most. Ji Qinghe's nature is obviously so bad and cruel, so why do people still like him?

A vicious thought flashed through his mind, "Do you want Ji Qinghe?"

The man was trembling all over and his lips were trembling, "I...I don't dare to hope."

Ji Cheng said contemptuously: "Did you know that Ji Qinghe is with a boy now? They spent the night together last night! If you continue to be such a coward, how will you get him?"

"Qinghe...Qinghe is with someone else?" The man said with ferocious eyes, "Who is it!"