Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

002 broadcast the scene of Master Ren secretly wiping away tears in real time. Qi Yang thought about how someone had just said three "get out" in two sentences, and suddenly his heart became as hard as stone.

"Save it for me, and I'll promote it to Master Ren later."

002: "...As long as you are happy."

Qi Yang lingered downstairs until ten o'clock, and went upstairs on time. As soon as he came out, he was given goose bumps by the cold air in the room.

He glanced at the temperature. Wow, it was 16 degrees. He drove it like he was risking his life.

I adjusted the temperature all the way to 26, then after thinking about it, I adjusted it up two more degrees.

it's too cold!

There was also a smell of tobacco. This guy was putting poison in the room in the middle of the night!

The noise caused dissatisfaction among the people on the bed, who ordered with a nasal tone: "Turn it back."

"If you want to try a lower temperature, I would like to suggest the morgue," Qi Yang paused and said, "If you keep blowing like this, I think you really need to reserve a VIP seat in the morgue."

"Shut up."

The quilt wrapped around him fell apart, and a hand stretched out, groping for something beside the pillow. Qi Yang took two quick steps, leaned over, snatched the remote control that Ren Yi had been holding, and threw it back.

The remote control rolled all the way down the stairs, making a series of noises, and at the last moment it sounded like it was falling apart.

Ren Yi turned around and was about to curse, but he met the face of someone who had not yet had time to stand up. The young man's vigorous energy was very obvious in this icy room, and the word "you" was stuck in his throat.

Qi Yang looked down and saw that his hair was tangled. He touched it and found that it was indeed wet.

The temperature up there is so low, it would be strange if it dried up.

Before he could get angry and bite someone, Qi Yang stepped back and nonchalantly said, "Isn't it just a fall? I fell down the stairs in junior high school, and I used my left hand to hang on my right hand. I got a zero on the test, but I didn't cry."

Ren Yi finally turned over and glared at him angrily: "What do you know?"

"Is it because you can't get up? Are you embarrassed to be seen by me?"

"you shut up."

Okay, from "get out" to "shut up".

Qi Yang went to get a hair dryer, and seeing that he had no intention of getting up, he just let him do it and turned on the low temperature setting so that he would not collapse from the sudden cold or heat.

Ren Yi was annoyed by his self-willed behavior, so he raised his hand and started punching him, and began to tell him to get out. Qi Yang simply took the quilt and rolled him up.

"Are you rebelling?"

Qi Yang smiled: "Second Master, if you continue to do this, you will be admitted to the hospital and won't be able to go on a business trip tomorrow. I don't know how many people will know about this."

This sentence hit Ren Yi's sore spot. He gritted his teeth, gave him a sinister look, and shut up.

Qi Yang pressed the corner of the quilt with his knees, half-knelt on the bed, and blatantly ruffled his hair.

"I saw online that you graduated from Harvard?"

Ren Yi frowned impatiently, glanced at him with annoyance, struggled in the quilt, turned around and faced away from him, completely treating him as a fart, and planned to fire him tomorrow and also ban the industry.

"awesome."

Ren Yi sneered: "It's a pity that he is a cripple."

“It feels even cooler.”

Ren Yi's whole body stiffened.

"Are you pitying me, laughing at me?"

Qi Yang felt that his scalp was no longer cold, so he turned on the high temperature setting and pushed him a little further inside.

He thought about it and nodded: "You are so annoying, but I would laugh a little more when my friend makes a fool of himself. I didn't laugh because of the money. I am very loyal to you. But sympathy, what do I sympathize with you for?"

"I'm a cripple."

"I still have sympathy. After all, it's a normal human emotion. But I always feel that... it's strange to sympathize with you. You can take care of yourself. If you don't need to be presentable, you probably won't need a life assistant. Well... you have money, looks, education, background, and status. I feel sorry for myself."

Ren Yi was smoothed over, and his tone was even calm when he spoke again.

"If you were given a choice, would you rather have a healthy body or these?"

"It's hard to say. People are never satisfied. Of course I want to have them all."

Qi Yang felt that this bent-over posture was a bit tiring, so he turned around and put a blanket on the wheelchair, dragged it over and sat on it, then pulled Ren Yi over, leaned forward slightly, and blew the other side of his hair.

"Second Master, do you know what the most terrible disease in the world is?"

Ren Yi didn't respond for a moment. From this angle, he could just see Qi Yang's well-defined collarbone. His clothes hung naturally, revealing a large area of ​​skin as smooth as mutton-fat jade.

Qi Yang thought he was impatient again, but he didn't care. He answered himself: "It's a disease caused by poverty. Second Master probably won't feel it in this life. When you were sent to the hospital, a large number of experts immediately consulted you. You don't have to worry about the cost of medicine and surgery. But many people can't afford the cost of surgery and medicine, and can't get an appointment with a specialist, and can't afford special medicine."

Ren Yi's eyes moved slightly, he pursed his lips, and said coldly: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Oh, even if you really went to the hospital today, I wouldn't sympathize with you."

Ren Yi sneered: "Who wants your sympathy? You will pack up and get out tomorrow."

Qi Yang curled his lips nonchalantly, put away the hair dryer, took the cushion on the sofa to replace the wet pillow under Ren Yi's head, and wanted to change his quilt, but was afraid that he would scratch people if he got out of his sleep, so he gave up.

He was actually quite surprised that this guy was being dragged into this situation, but apart from the first sentence, he didn't struggle or get angry anymore.

He sat back in his wheelchair again, thought for a while, and decided that he should take this opportunity to get everything out, otherwise he didn't know when he would have to wait for the next time.

School is about to start.

Under Ren Yi's puzzled gaze, he leaned on the edge of the bed and stared at him without blinking.

"Second Master, you keep getting mad at me because you don't want others to see your legs, right?"

From Ren Yi's perspective, his eyes were calm, yet seemed like an abyss with diffused starlight. They had a sharpness that was not there before, making people involuntarily fall into the depths of his eyes.

Without waiting for his answer, the man began to talk to himself. His voice was as beautiful as ever, as if he was singing a poem softly, but the lyrics were completely different from the previous peaceful ones. They were full of pity and humiliation.

"Ren Yi, Master Ren, the most beloved youngest son of the richest man Ren Chenggong, is so handsome, rich, and smart, but he broke his leg at such a young age. It's so pitiful. He can only be confined to a wheelchair and needs help from others to do anything. It's so tragic.

If it's more serious, you won't be able to control your excretion and will have to live with feces and urine for the rest of your life. Oh my God, that's too cruel.

Oh, yes, you may never be able to have sex in your entire life. You have never tasted the pleasure of love, but you will be a eunuch for the rest of your life. You cannot have children, and you will be alone when you are old. I really sympathize with you."

002 could no longer bear to look at the blackening value monitoring panel, so he covered his ears, turned his back to Qi Yang, and hid in the corner of the sofa.

It doesn't understand why there has to be another bigger stimulus when it has already lowered its blackening value through chatting?

If you really make someone angry, how will it end?

Who will sympathize with it?!

What about the minimum living allowance? Can you be more principled?

Ren Yi had calmed down, but his words made him furious again. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was covered.

His legs couldn't move and his hands were wrapped in the quilt. The feeling of powerlessness made his breathing more and more rapid. His eyes were red and filled with anger that was ready to bite anyone, the anger of being hit hard in a painful spot.

The voice stuck to his ears like a spell.

"You are better than us in everything. You used to be someone we could never reach, but now we can look down on you and sympathize with you. So what if you have a good family background and are richer than us? So what if you are our employer? You still have to rely on us, don't you?"

Qi Yang looked at the eyes that were alive with anger, curved his eyebrows in pleasure, loosened his hands, and asked, "Second Master hates people looking at your legs, is that because of these? No one has ever said this to you in person, but these words have trapped you."

There was a buzzing in Ren Yi's head, as if a taut string was being plucked hard.

He bit his back teeth hard, staring at the person in front of him who seemed to see through everything, and a fishy-sweet taste gradually filled his mouth.

The room was silent as the two men stared at each other, neither giving in. One was angry, the other calm, as if those harsh and heartbreaking words did not come from his mouth.

All his thoughts were ruthlessly revealed. At this moment, Ren Yi felt as if he was still the boy who had undergone a sudden change fifteen years ago.