Rescue the Paranoid Villain boss[Quick Transmigration]

Shi Qingyi’s hand holding the paintbrush trembled a bit. When she was a child, she couldn’t study well. Her father asked her to play the violin and learn music. After practicing in that small classroom for a year, she went out to participate in the competition, and was defeated miserably by a girl. Here, that person is Jiang Zhiqing.

Some people have incomparable talents, which are difficult for others to match. After she understood this, she dropped the violin. Later, she fell in love with painting, and only then did she understand what it feels like to like something.

It is a dream that a proud person knows that he is inferior to others but still loves it, and wants to protect it with his whole life.

after that--

She lowered her eyes suddenly, and the colorful and chaotic colors were blurred in the palm of her hand, sticking to her slender fingertips. She was so familiar with the colors that she could clearly distinguish them when she closed her eyes, she suddenly didn't know where to start.

The woman by the door was wearing a khaki scarf, and looked at her quietly with her hands crossed on her chest. Her beautiful brown eyes revealed some kind of uneasy obsession, but the corners of her mouth slowly collapsed: "Why? gone?"

The time passed by one minute and one second, and the clock passed an hour slowly, Shi Qingyi finally dropped the pen and palette.

Her expression had a kind of desperation and desolation, and her voice was very soft: "I can't draw——"

The woman at the door didn't seem to understand, she tilted her head and looked at her for a while, pure and clean, time has left no trace on her body, she still looks like the ignorant high school student three years ago, she asked: " How can you not draw it?"

She looked so gentle, but her fingers involuntarily clasped the armrest of the wheelchair, and the mask of gentleness burst on her face.

In the autumn three years ago, she had seen countless herself in her draft book, shy, well-behaved, asleep, serious...

At this point, she even said that she couldn't draw it, how could it be possible?

Jiang Zhiyi pushed the wheelchair in disbelief. She pushed it too fast and almost lost her balance. She pushed it all the way to Shi Qingyi, and what caught her eyes was a huge and messy canvas.

There was already a faint figure, but at the last moment, someone splashed it with bright red paint and destroyed it. The wet paint snaked down from the canvas like it was soaked in blood.

Jiang Zhiyi's fingertips were trembling, as if she wanted to reach out to touch the painting, but when she did touch it, she backed away subconsciously: "Why destroy it?"

"Why?!" She seemed unable to restrain herself at all, and reached out to push down the easel, never wanting to take another look.

Next to Shi Qingyi was a huge table. Palettes, brushes, even rice paper and vases were piled together, and there were scattered brushes and paints on the ground. She smashed everything like crazy, and trembling after smashing He hugged himself tightly, crying like a small animal whimpering.

"I know it, I know it! Why can't I draw it--you just don't want to, you don't want to draw it for me--"

She was almost hoarse, those contrasts were so clear and terrifying, three years ago, Shi Qingyi would capture every detail and draw pictures, would kiss her proactively, and would want to have a future with her, but now Shi Qingyi, she just wants to go— —

She just wants to leave herself.

This idea lingered in her mind crazily, and the abyss of despair almost drowned her whole body. She leaned forward and tried to hug that person in a daze, even forgetting that she was disabled, she fell off the wheelchair and fell into the ground. There is a mess everywhere.

"Qingyi, don't go, I'm sorry, I just want you to accompany me..."

She hugged Shi Qingyi, and then the glaring blood caught her eyes, making her froze all of a sudden.

There is a beautiful glass vase on the table, with flowers that Jiang Zhiyi sends every day, sometimes roses, sometimes lilies. on the table.

She never thought that it turned out to be a sharp weapon to hurt people.

When she pushed down the easel, the glass bottle overturned and scratched Shi Qingyi's arm.

"Qing Yi——" She raised her head in fear, the woman's chin was surprisingly thin, looking at her with exhausted and disappointed eyes, she finally closed her eyes slowly, and sighed.

She didn't care about her hands, but asked her wearily: "Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Zhiyi, are you satisfied?Is it enough?

Blood gurgled out, dripping on the overturned canvas and mixing with the wet paint, smudged the position of the woman's eyes in the painting, looking scarlet.

The glass was scratched deeply, and this time Jiang Zhiyi finally didn't dare to lock her up at home and was sent to the best hospital in the city.

On the way to the hospital, Qingyi just closed her eyes and didn't speak, no matter how much she begged, she refused to say a word, her face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and Jiang Zhiyi could even feel the speed of her body temperature because she was hugged too tightly Falling down, for a moment, Jiang Zhiyi was afraid that she would leave her if she didn't persist in the hospital.

She leaned against her neck and whispered: "Qingyi, just keep going, if something happens to you, I'll accompany you, okay?"

Shi Qingyi's eyelids trembled twice, as if he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, Jiang Zhiyi's tears flowed even more fiercely, as if they would never end.

In the end, nothing serious happened, she lost too much blood and passed out, lying in the hospital for a long time, Jiang Zhiyi stayed by her side and refused to leave for a moment, afraid that she would run away if she was not around, her eyes turned red in the end, Shi Qingyi Only finally woke up.

It's just that he didn't speak to her when he woke up, but occasionally looked out of the window, staring at the heavy snow and dead branches outside in a daze.

"Qingyi, what's there to see outside? Do you want to go home? The hospital is so cold, shall we go home?" She didn't dare to provoke Shi Qingyi, she just pulled the corner of the quilt: "I'm already by your bedside It's been two nights."

It couldn't be easier to add an extra bed in the ward, but she even felt that it was too far away from a bed, so she insisted on shrinking beside her bed and guarding.

The pale woman shook her head slightly, Jiang Zhiyi's hands tightened quietly, but her tone was still gentle: "Why?"

She seemed to think about it for a while, wondering if it was because of the injury this time or because she had been locked up too close by Jiang Zhiyi and had no contact with strangers, her voice was hoarse and low, she looked out the window quietly, and said softly: "Because of the windows here, there is no prison……"

Jiang Zhiyi's breathing was suddenly suffocated, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.

On the second night when Shi Qingyi was admitted to the hospital, Shi's mother and Shi's father arrived one after another. They only looked at Shi Qingyi from outside the door. It was still when she was asleep. Tap it on the glass to tighten.

In the end, he begged Jiang Zhiyi: "I can quit the company. It was all my fault three years ago. Please, let Qing Yi go."

This man, who is nearly fifty years old, has been beautiful all his life, but frustrated in his later years. He only has one daughter in his life.

But now she is lying quietly on the hospital bed, not knowing whether she is alive or dead, her parents are missing and safe, and she is so skinny that she almost loses her human form. How can they not be sad?

Jiang Zhiyi put her fingers to her lips, and frowned slightly: "Be quieter, don't disturb her to rest."

After a pause, she smiled morbidly: "Didn't you say that three years ago?"

That time was the most painful time in her life, car accident, disability, disfigurement, the person she liked went away, and that person's father looked down at her pain and said, stay away from her.

What a nightmare, she just wanted to keep someone, why is it so difficult?In the past, she had nothing, so she let others slaughter her, but now it's different, she obviously has everything, why can't she hold the hand of her sweetheart?

She obviously worked really hard, really hard——

She pushed the wheelchair and planned to go in, thinking that it's okay, Qing Yi has indeed lost a lot of weight, and she will make up for her when she gets home, squeeze a little more time at work, and spend more time with her——

"Do you think she's doing well after three years abroad?" Shimu suddenly rushed up to block her way. The woman was dignified and beautiful, with tears in her eyes. Not far from her, a woman in a black shirt The short-haired woman leaned against the door, faintly protecting her.

Jiang Zhiyi herself is disabled, and there are many people around her to protect her. When someone stopped her mother, Jiang Zhiyi paused, and raised her eyes very slowly. Her eyes were extremely dark, like a pool of frozen water, but her eyelashes trembled extremely. quick.

"What do you mean?"

She suddenly had a bad premonition.

"She has had her hands treated abroad for three years, and she can no longer draw—" Shimu's voice was hoarse, and Jiang Zhiyi seemed to have not understood it before asking after a long pause, "What did you say?"

But in fact, there is no need to repeat it at all, she can hear every word clearly.

She turned her head abruptly. The weak and thin woman on the hospital bed closed her eyes and seemed to be frowning in her sleep. Her exposed wrists were covered with thick white gauze.

She thought something was cracking in her mind, and she recalled the accident not long ago for no reason, the bright red blood fused with the blood of the car accident three years ago.

After three years, she finally dared to look directly at the car accident. The dash cam was at Shi's father's place. Maybe it was given to Jiang Zhiyi as a gift for revenge.

The memory of the car accident has always been bloody and bloody. In three years and more than 1000 days and nights, she was haunted by nightmares, and she was finally able to glimpse the truth in time.

The sound of the roaring car, the shattered glass, Shi Qingyi did indeed push her, but it blocked the splashing glass for her, because at that moment, she was indeed pushed aside, and the glass shards slashed across her The corners of her eyes and forehead disfigured her.

She still remembers that Shi Qingyi pushed her, and then her eyes were full of blood, and the boundless blood made her unable to see anything clearly, so she never knew that when Shi Qingyi blocked her, the glass pierced into her wrist .

If Shi Qingyi hadn't blocked that piece of glass for her, it would have been her neck, and she saved her life with her painting hand.

Jiang Zhiyi suddenly felt cold, and his cold teeth began to tremble.

Is it true that you don't know anything?No, no, it was clear early on, how could she let herself die?

The inexplicable panic made it difficult for her to even make a sound, and she could only utter indistinct syllables. The fishy sweetness spread in her throat, making her tremble like a baby.

That night, she stayed outside Shi Qingyi's ward all night. The doctor who came to round the ward gave her the physical examination report. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Her wound was deep. According to what you said, it was just an accident. I don't think it's too bad." Maybe, your family members should take a good look at it, in case the patient is..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, the back of the family member of the patient who was already frightened suddenly trembled.

Jiang Zhiyi didn't even know whether to be grateful for the installation of surveillance cameras at home. She checked the surveillance cameras overnight to see the overturned easel, messy paints and broken glass. All the strength.

Because of the occlusion of the wheelchair, she never saw Shi Qingyi's movements, only she pushed down the easel, Shi Qingyi went to grab the painting and was smashed, and then she groped to save the canvas from the broken glass, the blood slithered along with the paint , stinging her eyes.

She watched it all night, paused countless times, but never really figured out whether it was an accident, or Shi Qingyi really didn't want to live anymore.

She couldn't understand why she refused to stay by her side?

Later, when she opened the medical records, perhaps because she had not seen the sun for a long time and had no contact with people, her physical condition was not optimistic, and it was so bad.

"Qingyi..." Zhiyi, who was as strong as Jiang outside, could only hug herself tightly in the middle of the night, calling that name softly from her throat.

How did she push herself to the point where she likes and cherishes herself so much, is reluctant to let her get hurt a little bit, wishes to treat her well for the rest of her life, and puts the best in front of her eyes?

Should she be set free?

But when she thought of the possibility of losing Shi Qingyi, her heart felt like being stabbed by someone.