The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

The innocent young man who devoted himself to his career had never seen such a scene. When Xiao Qi saw his appearance, his face instantly turned red with shame.

He stammered and waved his hands to explain, but his big movements affected his wound. He gasped and looked a little helpless.

“You… don’t get me wrong, I didn’t buy you, it was our family master.

He said you looked too small and too weak to be used, so he asked you to practice with me for a while. "

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone.

No wonder he looks so useless, it turns out he's not that person. I'm looking forward to meeting that person! You dare to say I'm weak and useless, haha, I'll open your eyes when the time comes, and see who...

A faint light flashed in Ling Yu's eyes, and she smiled more obediently and sensibly, pulling up the clothes and tidying them up.

"Brother Xiao Qi, don't be nervous. I'll have to trouble you to take care of me later.

I just don’t know when I can meet my master. He saved me, and I want to thank him in person.”

"You don't have to call me master, just call me the head of the family. You follow me in the guard team. After training, you can meet the head of the family whenever he goes out.

Sometimes when the weather is good, the owner will go out for a walk, and if you really want to, you can go and help."

Xiao Qi's ears turned red listening to his sweet and soft voice. After he came to his senses and responded, he ran out of the room with the things he needed.

Ling Yu took the key next to him and opened the chain. His eyes were dark and he spoke in a cold voice with a bloodthirsty chill.

"Jing, this is what you said, no problem, I guarantee it will succeed, there won't be a next time!"

"Yes."

The figure in the dark swayed for a moment, then disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

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As expected, as long as you don't provoke the villains, your life will be as comfortable as a vacation!

Nan Zhiyi has become increasingly lazy these days because of his poor health. If things can be handled online, he will do so directly. If that doesn't work, he will ask the heroine to tell the hero to handle it.

After finishing his work every day, just like the original owner, he would sit in his own seat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of hot water and watching the changing seasons outside the house.

The original owner liked sweet food very much, but the medicine was too bitter. After eating sweet food, he didn’t want to take medicine anymore, so he simply gave up sweet food.

"Master, it's cloudy today, there's no wind, and the temperature is just right. Do you want to go out and take a look?"

He Yongqiang knocked on the door and looked at Nan Zhiyi who was sitting in front of the window. His eyes always inadvertently revealed heartache and regret, as if he was looking at his own child.

"Let's go to the orchard, Uncle He. I haven't been there for a long time."

Since the master's condition became increasingly serious three years ago, he has indeed not been to the orchard. At that time, he joked that he was afraid that if he went there, he would not be able to drink the medicine after smelling the sweetness of the fruit.

Now that the head of the family has suggested going there, it seems that he knows that if he doesn't go to see it now, he won't have much time to see it.

Of course, Nan Zhiyi wanted to go to the orchard not because he was afraid of not having time, but simply because he had been taking medicine frequently these days, and the meals were light and tasteless. There was always the bitter taste of medicine and blood in his mouth, and he felt a little greedy.

He was originally a free and easy-going person, used to being free and unrestrained, and didn't like being restricted in any way. He was not worried about not being able to drink the medicine after eating something sweet.

Even at the turn of spring and summer, Nan Zhiyi would wear a thin coat when she went out. Because the owner of the manor liked these things, everything was well maintained.

The hydroponic strawberries in the greenhouse were bright red and very pleasing to the eye. As long as Nan Zhiyi gave a slight signal, someone would quickly pick the largest and reddest fruits, wash them, and bring them to him.

The red strawberries have a unique fragrance, and taste sweet with a hint of milk. Nan Zhiyi took a bite, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her expression became much happier.

"This is a new variety that Mr. Mickey cultivated specifically for the owner of the house."

He Yongqiang was very happy to see that Nan Zhiyi liked the fruit, and he stayed by her side to introduce the origin of the fruit.

There are more than ten greenhouses, with hundreds of kinds of fruits, most of which are sweet.

"Xiao Ling, be careful. The mangosteen tree is tall. Don't fall."

"I'm fine, Aunt Qiu. I heard that the master of the family likes to eat mangosteen. He saved me. This is just right. It's fresh. I'll pick some for him."

Under the artificial sunlight, the lively and cute boy Lang moves flexibly among the mangosteen trees like a monkey, occasionally poking his head out to reveal an innocent and warm smile.

An aunt in her fifties was standing under the tree, holding a ladder nervously and looking up at the boy in the tree with concern.

He looks free, sunny, lively, and enthusiastic, full of youthful innocence and vitality. He is exactly the type that the original owner likes!

It seems that this person has done a lot of homework during this period.

Nan Zhiyi walked in from outside the greenhouse and saw such a warm and harmonious scene.

When they saw Nan Zhiyi coming in, they stopped and greeted her with a smile.

"Aunt Qiu, long time no see. You have taken good care of this place."

Nan Zhiyi looked at her with a smile and nodded.

Qiufang wiped her hands on her clothes nervously, picked out the largest and most colorful mangosteen from the fruit basket, washed it and handed it to Nan Zhiyi.

"Master, you are here. I was wondering if you would come here again this year. Every time mangosteen is ripe, we will pick the best ones and save them for you, so that you can eat them when you come."

"The head of the family cannot do that."

He Yongqiang looked at the fruit with some concern, and frowned as he looked at it, which had only been simply washed. He glared at Qiufang disapprovingly.

Now the original owner is in a weak body, and even a little bacterial infection from unprocessed food can make him sick, not to mention that something that has been simply washed cannot be eaten without disinfection.

No wonder he reacted so violently.

"Uncle He, it's okay. I know there's nothing wrong with my body."

Nan Zhiyi said this, smiling as she took the mangosteen from Qiufang's hand, peeled it carefully with a silk scarf, took a petal of the white and plump mangosteen and started eating it in small bites.

It tasted sour and sweet in the mouth, with its unique flavor, which was very pleasant. He finished one quickly.

“Yeah, still delicious as always.

It tastes just like what my mother fed me when I was a child. Thank you, Aunt Qiu."

Qiufang's eyes instantly turned red after hearing this.

The original owner's mother died early, and he had been living in the manor. The elderly people here watched him grow up.

No matter what happened outside, when he came back, the original owner was always gentle and kind to them, very likable, and everyone treated him like their own child.

"Since the master likes it, shall I pick some more and send them to you?"

After Ling Yu came down, he stood quietly behind Qiu Fang and looked at Nan Zhiyi.

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and white, transparent skin, through which you can vaguely see the beautiful blue blood vessels. Even in the slightly hot weather, he always wears a thin coat and frowns and coughs from time to time.

What a sick beauty!

It always makes people feel distressed subconsciously, and want to heal him, smooth his brows and bring him happiness.