Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Song Zhiming’s troubles are very ugly. The winter vacation in the third middle school is already very kind compared to other schools. It can last for ten days after the new year, and it can pass the sixth day of the new year.

Before leaving school, there was a rally that the whole school had to attend. Song Zhiming did not give face and asked for thorough investigation and monitoring-he firmly believed that he would be locked up in the equipment room because someone deliberately did it.

His uncle couldn't persuade him. He was the principal who went directly to the stage to beg. The scene at that time was very ugly. Thousands of people in the school quietly watched him go crazy, begging people incoherently, and just didn't believe it was his own problem.

Jiang Zhiyi is a little shorter. She looks like she is lying on Shi Qing's shoulder and looking forward. In fact, she is just taking the opportunity to hug her shoulders. Shi Qing's dangling sugar swipes her phone and didn't expose her. You can discuss this with the system. The school monitoring cannot be undermined.

The system flipped through the notebook: "It is possible in theory, but in fact, for the sake of the stability of the world, I'd better not act."

Shi Qingyue's eyes darkened and he was silent for a while, threatening: "If she is found out, she will be completely destroyed."

Although Jiang Zhiyi looked extremely innocent, and even the best students stayed in the classroom during the exam, Shi Qingyi still knew that this matter could not be separated from her.

The system was silent for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Do you think she looks scared?"

Shi Qingyue raised his eyes. They were standing at the back and there was no one. In the gap where there was no time to talk to the system, people had quietly grabbed her shoulders like a vine and began to study her hair.

Seeing her suddenly turning around and still close to her ears, whispered with concern: "What's the matter?"

Although it was because she was afraid of being picked up at the assembly, Shi Qingyue felt a little uncomfortable with the girl's breath spilling on her ears.

Little pitiful expression was calm, not at all attracted by Song Zhiming's affairs, he was confident.

Shi Qingyue: "..."

The system complains: "You look at you, but you care about it."

The end of this incident was that Song Zhiming turned his eyes red and didn't see any problems. He went in by himself. After entering, he closed the door. When looking for the table, no one passed outside, and no one came to close the door deliberately. Lock him in.

The gathering that could have ended in ten minutes was abruptly dragged by his affairs for nearly an hour. The legs of the students stood sore. After half an hour, it started to snow, and it was cold and hungry. dissatisfied.

The so-called good popularity he had accumulated in the past collapsed very quickly. Parents were anxious to pick up students outside. Parents kept calling the school to ask about the school. Finally, the principal said in a dark face that he was dismissed.

When leaving, there was a crowd of people. Shi Qingyue held Jiang Zhiyi's hand to avoid getting separated. He could vaguely hear humming and crying across the crowd, but it was too noisy after school and couldn't tell if it was Song Zhiming.

Everyone rushed home, no one came forward to comfort him.

Jiang Zhiyi squeezed her finger: "Qingyi, let's go home."

The two of them are very similar. Jiang Zhiyi has no one to pick her up on vacation, nor does Shi Qingyue. Her father is busy with work, and he just asks her if he wants a driver to pick her up when he knows the vacation. On the other side——

On the other hand, when there is nothing serious about her mother, she usually doesn't speak.

The crowded water outside the school couldn’t escape. Shi Qingyue took Jiang Zhiyi’s hand all the way back. The snow was so heavy that he stepped on a deep foot. Jiang Zhiyi stepped on the footprints of her walking behind, waiting for her to stop suddenly. It hit her back all at once.

Shi Qingyi laughed loudly. Jiang Zhiyi rubbed her red nose and called her name very aggrievedly, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

"Qingyi..."

Shi Qingyi pulled the rabbit on her golden scarf and held her tightly. After teasing, he continued to pull Xiaopian forward.

The tall boys on the long street in the distance suddenly felt a little dazzling when they saw them smiling happily.

Zhiqing's future in life is uncertain. It is still unknown whether to go abroad or be trapped here to lose her dreams. Why can some malicious people get everything?

He frowned, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

When Shi Qingyi went home and fell asleep, Jiang Zhiyi worked overtime for the two days of the exam to supplement her knowledge, and finally made up for her weakness, Nuwa, and she didn't want to watch Song Zhiming's jokes when she was tired.

It was evening when Jiang Zhiyi woke up, and Jiang Zhiyi bought a fish in a big way. She didn't have much free money in her hand, and she refused to ask for Shiqingyi's money, so she usually didn't buy a lot of meat.

Sometimes she feels that she has been wronged, with a frown.

Her desire for control is getting stronger and stronger. When Shi Qingyue is eating out, she will be a little unhappy, unable to contain it, hoping to take all of her——

The scent of the crucian carp soup drifted away. Jiang Zhiyi took a clean chopsticks to pick the fish bones for Shi Qingyue. Shi Qingyue was peeling the shrimp clumsily next to him. Just after peeling two Jiang Zhiyi, Jiang Zhiyi raised his head.

"Dirty hands, don't move, the miscellaneous appearance is slow and handsome

She pushed the selected fish meat here, Shi Qingyue didn't care whether her hands were dirty or not, picked up the shrimp and fed it to her mouth. Jiang Zhiyi refused to speak and pretended to be pitiful: "Why, you are starting to despise me now. ?"

Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

The tips of his ears are as red as cooked shrimp. Shi Qingyue never shows weakness and acts like a spoiled baby. It is almost irresistible to occasionally make people lose his armor and abandon his armor.

It was almost eleven o'clock after dinner so greasy and crooked, Shi Qingyi drank a big bowl of crucian fish soup at night, and threw the remote control halfway on the sofa while watching TV.

"This is not good-looking, let's go to the cinema tomorrow."

Jiang Zhiyi never said anything to her to refuse. She indulged Shi Qingyi to the point of sighing. Even if she had a fever the day before, Shi Qingyi said that she wanted to go out and watch the snow. She could still go with her. .

This kind of unlimited indulgence occasionally makes the system hesitate to talk.

Beasts always give enough chips and temptations before they trick their prey in.

The holiday was only two days before the Chinese New Year in the third year of high school. The next day it was already 29. Shi Qingyue got up early in the morning and received a call. The voice on the phone was his mother's voice. She asked her to come downstairs very gently. The New Year's gift arrived .

It was an orange Bentley with a beautiful structure. Maybe because it was the New Year, when the car came over, a small string of mini red lanterns was hung in front of the car.

Mother asked gently on the phone if she liked it?

"I like it." She thought for a while before obeying her original answer, after all, she asked for something not long ago.

"Does your father come back to accompany you during the Chinese New Year this year? He went to Italy on a business trip and didn't come back.

Shi Qingyue lowered his eyes, playing with the small string of lanterns: "I don't know."

I was really busy. I don't even know if I can make time for tomorrow. Shi Qingyue let out a sigh of relief on the car window, thinking that it doesn't matter. He is not alone now.

She still has Jiang Zhiyi.

"Xiaoyue, if he doesn't come back this year, would you like to spend the New Year with your mother?"

The voice over there was cautious, Shi Qingyi was silent for a while, and finally shook his head. After hanging up the phone, he found Jiang Zhiyi standing behind her with an umbrella.

"Let's drive this car out to watch a movie tonight." Yesterday, I walked back to the water with a shoe, and today I want to go out to play warmly.

She didn't want to continue trekking in the snow.

Jiang Zhiyi widened his eyes in surprise, his gaze back and forth between the car and the person: "Are you driving?"

"Of course it's me." Shi Qingyue replied as a matter of course. Even at this point in time, even the driver will go home for the New Year.

When the driver of Shida finally failed to drive on the road, Jiang Zhiyi was timid, and was able to soften people’s hearts when she pulled her sleeves and whispered for help. In the end, he called on behalf of the driver and chose a New Year's Eve movie, which was in the car. At that time the class group started to send messages.

The old class first wished everyone a happy new year, and then said that the results have come down. In order for everyone to save up for a good year, wait until the end of the new year to send it out.

There was a wailing in the group, begging after the first and second grades of the middle school, until after school, the teacher sent a smiling emoticon package for everyone to experience.

Shi Qingzhang tilted his head to ask Jiang Zhiyi how he was feeling. Jiang Zhiyi didn't look at him if he had a mobile phone. He had to squeeze her to watch. Hearing that his fingers trembled, he wrinkled his nose: "I didn't perform well..."

After discovering that it was not touching his head, but a puzzled look, he quickly remedied: "But it should still be the top three in the class, the top 20 in the grade..."

Shi Qingyue put on his headphones and listened to the song at ease. Jiang Zhiyi leaned over and pulled her headphone cable: "I forgot to bring it..."

How could a careful person like her have forgotten, it was clearly intentional, Shi Qingyue reluctantly gave her a headset, two heads leaning together to pick a song.

As the New Year was approaching, there was a lot of lively everywhere, and lanterns were hung in the street shops. Maybe because it was the last day before the New Year, everyone rushed home. The traffic jam was especially serious. When finally we arrived at the entrance of the cinema, the movie had already started for 30 minutes. .

The driver is a lady who loves to laugh very much. After telling them a happy new year, she got in an electric car. It should be her father who came to pick her up. He brought her a scarf and hurriedly surrounded her. On the neck.

Jiang Zhiyi leaned on the car window and looked slightly stunned. Her father had been in for more than ten years, and the impression of seeing him in jail when he was a child has been blurred. The memory seems to be covered with a layer of tulle, which makes people invisible. Qing originally looked savage and painful.

Shi Qingyi tapped her forehead lightly.

"I booked a ticket for the next show, and the movie is over one hour away. Do you want to go out for shopping?"

Jiang Zhiyi covered his forehead and shrank back: "Stop, it's cold outside, let's just get in the car."

"Why are you so lazy? I originally wanted to pick you up a gift." Shi Qingyue pretended to sigh with pity, the **** the other side's eyes lit up instantly, and the depression in front was swept away.

"It's too late to regret now, and I don't plan to go out anymore." The blonde girl crookedly turned back.

The poor little cheeks bulged for several times, but they could only lower their heads weakly, and the provoke could not help but want to laugh.

"Okay, then I'll give it another gift—close my eyes."

Jiang Zhiyi obediently closed her eyes. At that moment, she actually had an expectation. For example, Shi Qingyue lied to her. In fact, she had bought a gift a long time ago. He was just teasing her and put it in a corner of the car in advance. Where is it? The car behind is still behind the seat, or—

She couldn't keep thinking about it, because Wen Ruan had already posted it, tapping on her lips, and it was fleeting.

The lemon scent of the girl approached her, and at that moment she could almost hear her heartbeat like a drum, her eyelashes kept trembling, and finally opened her eyes in disbelief. The girl hadn't completely retracted, holding her face. , Is close at hand.

Suddenly fireworks started to be set off on the riverside in the distance outside the window. The gorgeous fireworks exploded in the sky and spread out, reflecting the dark sky like the day. Jiang Zhiyi’s ears were buzzing, and the world was noisy and quiet. I heard a fuzzy switch between heartbeats.

The girl was close at hand, with her short golden hair hanging on her shoulders, shining brightly under the fireworks, her brows that usually looked at strangers with a smile, her eyes were clear, in her almost sluggish gaze Speak softly.

The voice outside the window was too loud, for fear that she would not hear it, the girl said it in her ear.

She said: "Zhiyi, Happy New Year——"

Jiang Zhiyi felt that a large firework exploded in her heart, and her eyes started to burn when she was shaking. Something blurred her eyes, and her unspeakable emotion spread to her limbs. He stretched out his hand to hug the person, saying a new year. Happiness is already on the lips.

But in a flash, he was pushed aside.

Jiang Zhiyi kept dreaming that at that moment, a white car crashed into the corner of the street like crazy, and between life and death, Qingyi gave her a push.

She was pushed and staggered, and then there were flying fragments, the windshield shattered, the glass pierced her flesh and blood, and the steel was crushed, and the flesh was fragile and unimaginable.

The fragments stuck on her face, arms, abdomen and thighs. She barely struggled to raise her head to pull Shiqing barley, but she didn't touch anything in her hand. The choking gasoline smell mixed with the smell of blood poured in. Her chest...

The last thing I saw was the situation where the white car came back fiercely after it retreated. Through the glass, I could only see a distorted face, with blood red eyes, frantically hitting the steering wheel, and it seemed to be yelling at something.

She could not hear, only the sound of fireworks exploding, covering everything.

That is--

Song Zhiming.

Song Zhiming has nothing.