Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

The Ren family has a private jet, but it is too late to apply for a route now.

Ren Yi asked Xiao Yan to check the nearest flights, and found that there were two first-class tickets left, so he bought them without delay.

When the housekeeper saw that he was about to go out, he quickly asked him if he wanted to have lunch first, but Ren Yi directly refused.

When he went out, he met Ren Xingchen who was coming back at lunch time. When the latter saw him, her face suddenly turned ugly, but before she could say anything, Xiao Yan pushed Ren Yi past her.

The driver was instructed to drive over and then back, which would take some time, but Ren Xingchen still grabbed the wheelchair.

"Ren Yi, grandpa is planning to make you the heir, why are you still targeting me?"

Ren Yi's good mood was shattered immediately, and he glanced at her with annoyance: "Don't always blame others for problems, look for the reasons in yourself. It's up to you who you want to support, deal with your ex cleanly, and remember your own identity. You don't feel ashamed to be humiliated in public, but my father and I feel ashamed."

Ren Xingchen was used to being ignored, so he was stunned when he suddenly heard him say so much in one breath, and every word was full of thorns.

What surprised her even more was the obvious slap mark on Ren Yi's face.

The driver hurried and drove the car over before the next round of confrontation between the two men. The housekeeper also promptly gave Ren Yi an ice pack to apply on the road.

Ren Yi got in the car and headed straight for the airport, but in the end he only brought a bodyguard on board.

The gift had been bought in advance, but Qi Yang didn't bring it because it was too troublesome. Now Ren Yi and his bodyguard checked it in and took it away.

Before boarding the plane, he sent a message to Qi Yang and asked Xiao Yan to apply for a private jet route - the return ticket was even harder to buy.

He had lunch on the plane, and after landing he quickly found the person who had been waiting for a long time.

When Qi Yang saw the slap marks on his face and understood the whole story, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"You should at least be more tactful. Your father is old after all."

"I've been tactful enough." His tone was as gentle as possible, imitating Qi Yang's usual way of speaking.

"You take care of yours, I'll take care of mine, ok?"

"OK."

When I took a taxi to Jiang's house, it was already dark. Jiang's father and mother were sitting in the living room waiting for their son to come back. When the door opened, they heard a chaotic commotion in the entrance hall. They got up and saw that in addition to their son, there were two unidentified people who looked unusual.

The two men skipped over their son and their eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair, and then on the tall man behind him who looked like a bodyguard.

Before anyone else spoke, Qi Yang called out "Mom and Dad" with a natural smile, "Dad, Mom, this is my boyfriend. I brought him back to show you."

Jiang's father and mother restrained themselves from looking at Ren Yi's legs, and also restrained themselves from getting angry immediately.

Ren Yi asked his bodyguard to bring in the things he bought, and presented them in a gentle and elegant manner: "Hello, uncle and aunt, my name is Ren Yi, and I apologize for my intrusion. These are some small gifts I prepared, I hope you like them."

Don't hit a smiling person. Jiang's father and mother used the patience they would treat the most difficult customers, put on a polite smile, and welcomed them in.

It was supposed to be time for dinner, but my son's boyfriend showed up. Without explaining anything, no one would be able to eat, so we tacitly walked past the dining table and went to the living room.

After sitting in a semicircle on the sofa, Father Jiang looked between Qi Yang and Ren Yi, and then glanced at the faint slap mark on Ren Yi's face, and said straight to the point: "Xiao Shi, tell me, what's going on."

"Dad, Mom, why don't you tell me the probability of your approval of us being together?"

Mother Jiang frowned slightly, her eyes shifted, and then fell on Ren Yi's legs, and asked him: "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six years old."

The couple didn't care much about their son's life, but that didn't mean they didn't care about him at all. At the moment, they couldn't control their anger.

Jiang's mother's tone was no longer calm, and even sharp: "You are eight years older than my son..."

She habitually smoothed the hair by her ears, calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and then spoke again: "I don't mean to offend, Mr. Ren, but my son is only eighteen years old, which is the best age. You are in this situation. Do you want him to take care of you for the rest of your life?"

Qi Yang held Ren Yi's hand, squeezed it comfortingly, looked at Jiang's mother and said, "Mom, he is completely capable of taking care of himself in life. I only support each other out of the relationship between us. It is inappropriate to use the word 'take care'."

"Xiao Shi, no emotion is permanent. What you think is love is just an illusion caused by the massive secretion of dopamine. The peak concentration can only last for 6 months to 4 years. What happens after four years? You have dated the same sex, how can you get married and have children in the future?"

Qi Yang shook his head and calmly refuted each of them one by one: "After dopamine subsides, endorphins will fill it up. What fades away is passion, and what remains is the true love I want. From the moment I said I liked you, I had already thought about whether it was a temporary pleasure or a life together.

Dad, Mom, I have considered all your worries. Maybe you still want to say that there is no guarantee of marriage between us, and no children. But I just want the bond between him and me, and I don’t need other chains to bind us. I can’t marry and have children. I only like men. "

Jiang's mother raised her hand to stroke the hair beside her ear, but this time she did not put it down immediately. Instead, she covered half of her face, revealing a hint of confusion and melancholy in her eyes.

She and her husband met through a blind date and they had no romantic feelings for each other. They simply met because they were old enough and were under pressure from their parents to get married.

She once had maternal love for the child and thought about what he would look like in the future, but the birth of the child did not bring happiness, but instead brought a series of problems.

The decline in physical fitness and various illnesses, the difficulty of the confinement period, the shame of breastfeeding, the imbalance between family and work...

She gradually distanced herself from the child in anxiety. At first she was worried about hurting the fragile child, but later she could no longer find the feeling of loving him.

That short-lived maternal love might have been just the effect of hormones. Like her husband, she had never been one who valued family.

But now, her children are looking for true love under hormones.