Rescue the Paranoid Villain boss[Quick Transmigration]

Not long after the heavy rain stopped, another round of heavy rain started again. The roaring thunder in the sky made this war-torn city seem extraordinarily peaceful.

Tong Shuangpin took a hot bath, relaxed her whole body, and talked to her hometown on the phone. Over the past few years, she has also had a lot of capable people in her hands, which saved her from many worries.

"Let him move if he moves, don't worry about him." Tong Shuangpin took a sip of a cup of tea. This year, the Zhuangzi only received two cans of new tea, and all of them were sent to her.

The tea fragrance is bitter and slightly astringent, just enough to calm the chaotic mood.

Tong Gulong is just a useless trash. She couldn't do anything when she didn't stand firm in the early years, let alone now, at most she can get some profit from it, and she still has to make trouble.

Do more and make more mistakes, why doesn't his brain understand?It's ridiculous that he can snatch Tong's mansion from her.

——Deserved to be held in her palm and played with.

Tong Shuangpin opened and closed his palms, although he was still listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, his mind was already drifting away.

Don't know what happened to someone in the attic.

It was already half an hour after this call was made, and the heavy rain still had no intention of stopping, so Tong Shuangpin put down the phone and looked out: "How is she?"

The butler hurriedly came over to answer, shook his head, hesitated to speak: "I locked the door and refused to come out, and I haven't come out to have a meal until now."

Tong Shuangpin sneered, a little annoyed for no reason, she was just taking revenge, Shi Qingyi even dared to take Qiao.

"Then let her stay alone." Tong Shuangpin lowered his eyes and took a book from the side table, "How is the doctor Huo I asked you to contact?"

"It's already on the way here, it will arrive in a few days, and the boat you want is also ready."

Tong Shuangpin nodded slightly, the book in her hand was a playbook collected from various places, she glanced at it twice, became a little impetuous for no reason, and closed the book heavily after a while.

There seemed to be a hole in the sky, and the heavy rain couldn't be stopped, and it didn't stop until the next night.

Tong Shuangpin stood in front of the window with his arms folded. The rose clumps under the attic were left unattended, and they were scattered everywhere by the heavy rain, looking very sad.

There are still children selling newspapers on bicycles on the street outside the window. Bad news and misfortunes follow one after another, which makes people feel upset.

In the past two years, her ups and downs have been ups and downs, which is amazing. From being reduced to a warlord's favorite, she was sold off and fell into the mud, until she turned around and rose again. restless.

——It’s the annoyance that even the good tea in early spring can’t suppress.

"How is she? Still won't come out?"

The servant beside him shook his head: "Don't tell me you came out to eat, you didn't even open the door."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Tong Shuangpin thought of her clothes torn to pieces by him for no reason, and the thin quilt that could hardly keep out the cold.

"Go get an umbrella, I'll go take a look."

Tong Shuangpin frowned, but he didn't make up his mind.

She is always so soft-hearted, this is her shortcoming, and she must correct it in the future, so why not go and see what tricks Shi Qingyi is playing now.

The door of the attic was tied, and after Tong Shuangpin pushed it a couple of times, he didn't have the patience to push it open. He stepped back and let the strong one kick the door open.

The old attic door fell down with a groan. The humidity in the room was extremely heavy, the ground was covered with water, and a person was wrapped up in a ball of bedding. The heavy rain could not cover up the coughing inside.

Tong Shuangpin blocked the others from the door, and only went in by himself.

The room was dark, mixed with intermittent coughing, Shi Qingyi was nestled in the ball of cotton wool with her back facing her.

Tong Shuangpin stretched out his hand to turn her over, thinking that she would meet resistance, but she was as soft as cotton and had no strength, so she turned around just once.

His cheeks were flushed, he was covered in cold sweat, his hair was drenched with sweat, his long and curly eyelashes were trembling, and he was clutching a thin quilt to try to cover himself, his whole body was still trembling.

Tong Shuangpin's expression froze.

Later, he hurriedly asked someone to take the cloak and put up an umbrella, and carefully carried him out. Tong Shuangpin was crippled and couldn't use much strength with one leg. Even if he wanted to help, he had no choice but to hold the umbrella beside him.

Shi Qingyi was very ill with this illness, and her high fever persisted. Tong Shuangpin directly carried her into his bedroom under everyone's stunned eyes, and changed her clothes with his own hands.

Shi Qingyi's skin is delicate and tender, the kind that can leave a bruising mark with just a touch. When the clothes were changed, Tong Shuangpin had no time to think about other things, and it was not until the doctor came that she stepped aside and realized that her back was covered in cold sweat.

Leaning on the back of the chair, she felt a little weak. Those wounds were shocking and sent chills down her spine. The gunshot wound on her back hadn't healed yet, and other scars were already criss-crossing.

Some of them are probably scars left by carrying things in Tong's house. The backs that were worn out in the hot weather have already deteriorated, and the clothes are damp, but after a day and a night, they have already adhered to the wounds. When taking off the clothes, it is like tearing off a layer of flesh.

That person was trembling with pain even in a coma.

This is just one day and one night. If she is more ruthless, no one knows whether she will die of illness directly——

Thinking of this, Tong Shuangpin suddenly opened her eyes, her eye sockets were slightly red, she cursed herself for being worthless, such a bastard is not worthy of distress, and asked with her forehead supported, "Is the illness serious?"

The doctor put the stethoscope into his arms: "The fever is almost forty degrees, why is it not serious? If you burn for a while, I'm afraid you will become a fool directly."

But he just said this, and hurriedly went to prescribe medicine, and then comforted the family members, "It's okay, as long as the fever subsides, it's just that the patient has too many injuries, and I'm afraid he needs to rest for a while."

The family here should be not bad, and the doctor couldn't figure out why the patient was dragged to do coolies, leaving so much pain, I'm afraid it will be bad for the future.

"Well, I will pay more attention in the future." Tong Shuangpin nodded, heaving a sigh of relief, and asked the housekeeper to prepare a small gift and send the doctor out.

It took another day for Shi Qingyi's serious illness to gradually wake up. Tong Shuangpin leaned against the bedside and propped his forehead and fell asleep.

The dream was strange and strange, she dreamed that she was Yang Yuhuan, babbling on the stage singing the Palace of Eternal Life, when Shi Qingyi suddenly jumped up with a gun and picked off her costume, tilting her head with a playful smile and calling her love concubine.

She was so annoyed that she was about to reprimand her for going too far, but the scene suddenly changed. Tang Minghuang, who was Qingyi at that time, was standing in front of Mawei Slope, and she was standing on a boat.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and felt that someone was holding her hand with great effort: "Miss Tong, did you have a nightmare?"

Those eyes were clear and bright, but for no reason it made Tong Shuangpin's heart numb.

She felt a blunt pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed by someone, and she couldn't even speak, so she hurried out and asked someone to prepare a bowl of fish porridge.

Shi Qingyi hadn't eaten or taken any water for two days and one night. She was so hungry that her heart was pressed against her back. When the steaming fish soup was brought, she started to gobble it up. She didn't even notice that her hands were burned.

Tong Shuangpin snatched her bowl and fed her personally, one mouthful at a time, Shi Qingyi didn't dare to snatch food no matter how hungry she was, so she could only bite the corner of her mouth and be fed by Tong Shuangpin, eating in small bites, feeling a little helpless.

"Miss Tong, no need, I can..."

"This fish soup is too hot, I'll come."

Tong Shuangpin's voice was calm, no longer flustered at all just now, now he could hear it calm and calm, Shi Qingyi gritted his teeth, and obediently finished eating bite by bite.

After the fish soup was finished, the doctor said that he could eat something else, and the meals were all prepared. Tong Shuangpin stayed up for several nights in a row, with blue veins throbbing on his sleepy forehead, and he kept pressing his heart.

"Miss Tong, come up and rest for a while."

Shi Qingyi's voice was hoarse, she was covered under the blanket because of a bad cold, she regretted it after she finished speaking, she was still ill, wouldn't calling Tong Shuangpin over have passed the disease on to her?

When Shi Qingyi was about to say something else, Tong Shuangpin already took the initiative to lean over.

She seemed to be extremely tired, she was leaning against the bed, her eyes were black and blue, it made people feel very distressed.

"Don't you hate me?"

After lying down for a while, Tong Shuangpin suddenly spoke first, her voice was hoarse, and she felt helplessly tired.

"Why do I hate you?" Shi Qingyi lowered her head and thought for a while, "You saved my life, and if I sell it to my master, isn't that just selling my life?"

So I can't resist doing anything to me, she lowered her head and sighed softly.

Tong Shuangpin smiled, but she was very conscious, not at all like Shi Qingyi before.

She was in a daze, all these things piled up all of a sudden, instead of her certainty and certainty in the past few days, she hesitated, and she just asked the doctor and said that high fever may cause amnesia, but it is rare.

"You have nothing to ask me?"

Tong Shuangpin pressed her forehead and looked at the ceiling quietly, revenge seemed to be hit on cotton, not seeing her pain and hysteria made her feel empty for no reason.

The room fell into silence again, and for a long time, it took about a while or maybe a long time before a hoarse inquiry was heard.

"Then, Miss Tong, can I ask a question?"

Tong Shuangpin closed his eyes, his voice was cold and clear, almost so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, he said in a hoarse voice, "You ask."

When Shi Qingyi was out of danger, her heart fell from the sky, and she was finally about to feel at ease, when the fatigue of days suddenly hit her.

"I..." Shi Qingyi was not far from her, maybe because of a cold or something, her voice was hoarse and low, as if she was trying to ask that question very hard.

"Miss Tong, am I her substitute?"

Tong Shuangpin: "..."

The drowsiness from just now was swept away, as if a basin of cold water was swooped down, her heartbeat almost slowed down, and she didn't react for a while.

Shi Qingyi had already closed her eyes, seemed to find it difficult to speak, and was still struggling to find an answer.

He asked her hoarsely, "You..."

"The person you like, me, am I her substitute?"

Her voice was already trembling, but her whole body was still calm, and there was an indescribable heaviness and pain in this calmness, so sad that people couldn't breathe.

— Am I her substitute?