The Beauty of the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Liyou didn't expect them to come so fast, his mind was dazed, and he looked around the bedroom. It seemed that the only thing that could hide people was the wardrobe next to the wall.

He stuffed Ning Wang in, hurriedly packed up the mattress on the carpet, and finally restored the cleanliness of the room before the Jiangs and his wife opened the door.

"Xiaoyou, are you in the bedroom?"

When Mother Jiang opened the door and came in, Jiang Liyou was quietly sitting by the window reading.The autumn evening came very early, a small orange lamp was lit by the table, and the evening wind blew in from the half-open window. His white fingers turned over a page of the book and cast a faint glance over it.

Jiang's mother couldn't help being captured, and forgot to speak for a while.

Is this... really her child?

Jiang Liyou stood up: "Why are you here? I was reading a book just now and didn't notice you. I'll go down and make you two a cup of tea."

Jiang Liyou had no feelings for the parents, but the top priority was to get them out of the bedroom, so he had to act like a good son.

He also had a very good posture when he stood up. He was tall, but he didn't have the problem of hunchback.

"It's not necessary..." Mother Jiang sat down beside Jiang Liyou's bed, and patted his quilt thoughtfully.

Jiang Liyou felt more stressed by Jiang Liyou's quiet and reticent father compared to Jiang's mother who showed her emotions.

When he was young, he suffered a leg injury, which made it difficult for him to walk. In his prime, he used a cane.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Jiang's father walking to the closet, and Jiang Li tightened his worries. The next moment, he saw Jiang's father using the crutches in his hand to pick up a men's shirt on the back of the chair and look it up and down.

This is Ning Wang's shirt, it looks like it is not the size that Jiang Liyou can wear.

Jiang's mother also found this shirt, and said suspiciously: "This is what you are wearing? Is it too big?"

Jiang Liyou walked forward quickly, snatched the shirt, and hid it behind her: "This is called loose style, and I like this style recently."

Mother Jiang glanced at him suspiciously, and finally compromised: "It's fine, it's better than your messy clothes before."

Father Jiang said slowly at this time: "I heard that you have gotten very close to Chi Xiuyu recently."

His tone of speech was the same as his own, slow, and he would pause for a while after speaking, as if he was considering his words.

Jiang Liyou was speechless, did he get close to Chi Xiuyu?He himself didn't want to be so bad in the exam, what he had to say was that the old class messed up the mandarin ducks.

"Then if you are close, you are close. If you have a bad relationship, you will definitely not be close." Jiang Liyou used the nonsense method he learned from surfing the Internet recently to perfunctory.

Father Jiang took a deep look at him.

Mother Jiang asked another question: "Listen to Nian Nian, this time it was originally his violin solo, but was replaced by you by the principal?"

The smile on Jiang Liyou's mouth faded.

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

He sat down on the chair by the window, crossed his legs, lowered his head and played with his fingers: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mother Jiang raised her brows instantly when she saw his nonchalant expression, and she couldn't help but raise her voice: "Stop pretending to me here, come and talk to me about Nian Nian."

"What did you say? I don't know. Did I do something?" Jiang Liyou leaned back in the chair with a calm expression.

"Did you cry miserably in front of the principal on purpose so that Niannian would give you the seat?"

"Jiang Liyou, let me make it clear to you that this solo program is very important to Nian Nian. Teachers from foreign conservatories will also come to visit. Whether he can go to that school depends on whether the performance is wonderful or not."

"I know you don't like Nian Nian all the time, but this is related to his life, I don't allow you to meddle in it!"

"And you don't know how to play the violin at all, why are you here to join in the fun!"

Oh, it turned out that Xun Nian sold himself out in front of her.

So you can't wait to teach your own son a lesson?Jiang Liyou couldn't help but sneered, and mockery appeared in his eyes.

When he read the original book before, he still had no empathy for the character "Jiang Liyou".Now that I have experienced it personally, I know the status of this so-called "true young master" in the hearts of his biological parents.

Judging by the attitude of the parents, it is understandable that the original owner later became that hysterical character.

After Mother Jiang's emotional reprimand, she was so tired that she was out of breath.

Jiang Li tidied up her cuffs in a leisurely manner, and waited for her excitement to end before slowly saying: "You mean, I cried miserably in front of the principal and asked him to replace Xun Nian?"

"Don't argue in front of me, this is what Nian Nian told me personally."

Seeing that Jiang's mother was about to get excited again, Jiang Liyou stared at her almond eyes: "Then you go and tell the principal, tell me what the hell? Did I replace him?"

Jiang's mother didn't seem to expect him to say such outrageous words, she choked for a moment before continuing in an unsteady tone: "You, you, how dare you talk to me like that? I'm your mother!"

Jiang's father also slammed his cane vigorously, and reprimanded in a low tone: "Xiaoyou, why are you talking to your mother?"

Jiang Liyou said lazily: "Am I not right?"

He walked to Father Jiang's side, and tapped Father Jiang's crutch lightly and quickly with his heel.

The balance was lost in an instant, Jiang's father's tall and heavy body fell to the side, Jiang's mother was startled, and quickly supported him, her cheeks blushed with effort.

"Jiang Liyou, what are you doing!"

Jiang Liyou picked up the crutch, which was made of thick pineapple wood, and the surface was patina, which was worth a lot of money at first glance.

He bent his knees, and the crutch snapped in two quickly under the watchful eyes of the Jiang family.

"Aren't you going?" Jiang Liyou asked, her cool tone made the other party feel that if she didn't leave, she would end up with this crutch.

The two glared at each other, supported each other, and left in embarrassment.

"Oh, that's right." Jiang's couple walked to the door, Jiang Liyou paused, and continued, "The people from the violin club came to see me today, and according to what they said, they really hope that I will take over this solo performance. "

"I originally refused, after all, I hate troublesome things." He raised his eyes suddenly, the bottom of his eyes seemed to be soaked in the cold water of a cold moon, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a mocking smile, "But you guys are here to make trouble, I have changed my mind now. "

"I must go to this solo performance."

The Jiang family and his wife were very angry with him, and they left the villa in a panic with their arms.

Jiang Liyou watched the couple's car disappear in front of the villa, humming a little tune happily, and trimmed the roses in front of the window.

Because he was in such a happy mood, he even forgot about Ning Wang who was stuffed in the closet.It wasn't until the tall figure stood silently behind him that he let out a small sound and came back to his senses.

The pink rose on the branch was cut by him, and when he saw that it was about to fall off the window sill, Ning Wang reached out to pick it up in time.

"Can you say hello first when you show up? You scared me to death." Jiang Liyou recovered and complained.

Ning Wang frowned and stared at the direction where the Jiang family couple left, with a worried look on his face: "They usually do this too? Do you want to give up everything?"

Jiang Liyou was lying on the window sill, casually playing with the pink rose.Ning Wang put his hands through his slender waist and propped himself on the eaves of the window sill, locking him firmly in his arms in a posture that was almost imprisoned.

Jiang Liyou turned around in his arms, pinned the pink rose to his ear, the corners of her lips slightly curled up: "That depends on whether I want to let it go or not."

But the original owner should have been resigned every time, that's why he developed such a distorted character.

In essence, he thought that Xun Nian was the child that the Jiang family and his wife really loved—and that was indeed the case—so he had to reluctantly give up what Xun Nian wanted.

The most outrageous things in the original owner's life were all related to Chi Xiuyu, whether it was kidnapping or robbing someone's family to be his fiancé.

Jiang Li was worried and became a little curious, why did the original owner like Chi Xiuyu so much, so much that he lost his personality?

There is no more description of the truth in the original work, it seems that Jiang Liyou needs to find out the answer by himself.

Ning Wang took off the rose pinned to his ear, and his indifferent voice revealed a bit of curiosity: "But, do you really know how to play the violin?"

Jiang Liyou looked towards the corner, where there was a violin that had been dusted by the original owner.

If it weren't for the reverse operation of the Jiang family couple, it would be impossible for Jiang Liyou to touch the violin again.

After coming to this world, every time I come into contact with this musical instrument, I cannot help myself.

Regarding the violin, Jiang Liyou has conflicting memories.

Perhaps it was because of his thoughts every day, when he went to sleep that night, the lingering past became entangled in his dreams.

Jiang Liyou once met a blue-eyed music prodigy in a small world, and he was destined to become a great musician who would illuminate the entire dark ages.

Once, doomed.

His name is Josephine.

Josephine wrote his first piece of music when he was just seven years old when he was playing in his back garden.

When he was standing under the morning dew where the birds were chirping, he was polishing this cheerful ditty tirelessly, the bushes not far away suddenly trembled, and a fiery red fox with nine tails came out.

"I like this song." The fox uttered, flicked his big tail a few times, prostrated himself on the ground, and turned into a beautiful woman with white skin and magnificent face.

The fiery red fur turned into a robe made of tulle and draped over his body.

Poor Josephine, who was seven years old at the time, nearly fainted.It can be seen that after seeing the true face of the fox, he forgot to be afraid.

The fox told him that he was a god and was attracted to the world by his singing.

"This piece is really nice, can you play it again for me? Please, next time I come, I will bring you delicious berries."

During the play, the fox's silly performance also made Josephine forget her fear.

The sky darkened unknowingly, the fox glanced at the sky and said: "I have to go back. Some people can't find me when they go back to the palace, they should cry."

Josephine asked a little reluctantly, "Can we meet again?"

The fox looked at him and smiled: "It's a big taboo for gods to interfere in the human world, but next time you compose such a beautiful song, I will still come and watch you secretly."

As he spoke, the fox disappeared before his eyes.The bright spring scenery and the lingering butterflies change together, and Josephine finds herself in a midsummer bush. The maid pushes aside the bushes and shouts in surprise: "Young master is here!"

It turned out that he disappeared for seven days and seven nights, but not only was he unscathed, he was even fattened up a bit.

When the news spread, the small town became a novelty for a while.It is said that he entered the fairyland by mistake.

fairy?Little Josephine recalled the face of the nine-tailed fox, and felt in her heart that it was probably true.

Josephine didn't realize that from that time on, he no longer composed music for the sake of others listening to his music, and all his creations were only for the praise of that one person.