Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss

Jiang Zhiyi lacked a leg and couldn't hold her out. Shi Qingyi got back and put on his clothes and pushed Jiang Zhiyi out of the bathroom.

The pajamas should be prepared by Jiang Zhiyi in advance, loose style, showing the skin of the neck, not feeling cold in the late autumn season, she should have a very bad cold, headache is not good, Jiang Zhiyi called someone to send medicine Go upstairs, and then push the wheelchair to continue reading the documents.

The water was warm, and it moisturized the throat, and Shi Qingyue held it on the table well—for a while, he finally couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Jiang Zhiyi couldn't read the file in his hand, and after a while, he finally threw the file on the table and pushed the wheelchair to the side of the sofa.

Her wheelchair is specially made, and there is only a faint rubbing sound when sliding across the wooden floor, which will not wake people up.

The woman lying on the table is young, but her eyebrows and eyes are very haggard, and her cheeks are deeply sunken, and she feels distressed.

She watched for a while, before daring to gently stretch out her hand, touch her loose long hair, and move it to the corner of her eye along the veins of the wet long hair, gently rubbing it.

It's like I'm afraid that the action is a little bigger-it will startle people.

The hot temperature burned her heart like a flame, and Jiang Zhiyi's hands shivered subconsciously. Then, she retracted her hand suddenly, but did not retract, Shi Qingyao's heavy eyes opened, and it was swept across wetly. Her fingertips, her voice was hoarse: "Have you finished your work?"

Jiang Zhiyi's heart was hot, and he didn't know why he followed her words: "It's done."

Shi Qingyue seemed at a loss-for a while, she stood up to support her wheelchair: "Then I will push you to sleep."

Jiang Zhiyi was pushed into the room without even having time to refute. Because of her legs, the walls of the study and bedroom were connected. Shi Qingyue pushed her to the bed and squatted down. Then Jiang Zhiyi was confused. Signed down-down, bent down again and hugged her onto the bed.

Shi Qingyue’s body temperature was astonishingly hot. Only the fear of her legs hanging in the air made Jiang Zhiyi subconsciously cling to Shi Qingyue’s neck. Shi Qingyue’s brain was already drowsy with fever, and she was strangled by her. —Get up and roll onto the bed.

It happened to be buried in the position where his head was buried in Jiang Zhiyi's chest. Jiang Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled-down, for a long time,-he dared not move.

But Shi Qingyue, after feeling the warm fragrance of nephrite jade, got up firmly: "I'm going to the guest room..."

Jiang Zhiyi's face turned dark, and his hand suddenly grabbed the wrist of the person who wanted to leave, but he didn't know what was alarming, and the unconscious person suddenly broke free of her hand.

Jiang Zhiyi's hand fell empty, his face turned dark, and his voice seemed to be quenched: "What? You just don't want to stay with me?"

She hated her in her heart. She wanted to get up and lock people in the room. Don't even think about going anywhere, but only the stump of a leg made her unable to do this series of movements.

"No," Shi Qingyue sneezed with a buzzing voice, "I..."

"Then bring me back." Almost gritted his teeth.

Shi Qingyue: "..."

Forced to succumb to power, Shi Qingyue drove crazy in the middle of the night-an emotionally unstable person, and a good night's sleep-after hesitating less than a second, he chose to lie down on the spot.

She succumbed so quickly that Jiang Zhiyi didn't react, and she had already turned herself into the bed.

Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

Jiang Zhiyi didn't fall asleep at all at night. She always opened her eyes and looked to the side within ten minutes of sleep. For fear that she was dreaming, and for fear of herself, she closed her eyes and left.

She has no sense of security either, and all her sense of security has been exhausted after these three years of long suffering.

She hasn’t seen this person for three years. In the past three years, she has dreamed of this person countless times. After waking up from the dream, she found that they were fake. Anyone can take her away.

Even if she wants to leave, she can leave at any time.

This kind of uncertainty made her more and more anxious. In the past, she always felt that wherever Shi Qingyue went, she could follow her. Later, when she lost her legs, she realized that many things were unsatisfactory. .

She can't follow her to anywhere in the world, but she can use what she cares about-Chi, to force her back, trapped in a square inch.

She wanted to go and hug her, but she mustered up her courage but only felt that the piece was hot.

In the middle of the night, Shi Qingyue started to have a fever. Fortunately, Jiang Zhiyi did not fall asleep. When he found out that she had a severe fever-he panicked, and wanted to hug her downstairs but didn't have any strength.

"Uncle Xiao, let Dr. Chen come over—come—"

Because of her poor health, her bedside was directly connected to the phone. After the call, she hurriedly went to cover people, Shi Qingyi’s forehead was covered with cold sweat, the towel was still in the bathroom, and she supported her with both hands. At the edge of the bed, he tried to get into a wheelchair to get medicine and towels. When he was awakened, Qingyue pressed his backhand back to the bed.

She moved twice, Shi Qingyi—only her leg was pressed on her severed limb, and she couldn't get away.

When looking at the gorgeous crystal chandelier above, Jiang Zhiyi suddenly felt a sense of despair.

She was completely disabled and was of no use. No wonder Shi Qingyue didn't want her. She didn't even have the ability to take care of herself, let alone-staying with her?

The burned, confused man groaned, and found that he was holding something-when he subconsciously hugged something, he waited-and then retreated like a violent reaction.

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes sank completely, and he clenched the quilt tightly.

This is, even if it's burnt, I don't want to stay with myself?

Jiang Zhiyi sneered-next, that bit of sadness was quickly replaced by unwillingness, but she didn't let her wish.

Shiqing barley burned in a daze, pushing the warm body, but the more he pushed, the closer he was. Finally he unbearably lifted the quilt, buried himself in it, and said angrily: "You have a cold, you still come by..."

Sooner or later it will be passed on to you.

Her voice was hoarse, and in the end she brought a bit of helpless indulgence.

Before Jiang Zhiyi could react, the door was squeaked open, and the old butler with a well-dressed doctor stood at the door, and it was not time to retreat or advance in embarrassment.

On weekdays, two people who are not close to strangers, who are very difficult to touch, are grabbing the quilt.

The snatcher seemed to make the one who was nestled inside very angry, and shouted before they opened the door-goodbye.

Jiang Zhiyi: "..."

Myocardial infarction is a momentary thing.

The doctor Chen who came here was a woman in her twenties. Because of Jiang Zhiyi’s physical reasons in the past few years-it was her personal doctor, she hung up Shi Qingyue on the bed nearby-a bottle of hanging water. At the end, she looked worriedly-her eyes Jiang Zhiyi, who was wearing clothes next to him.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want me to show you your legs?"

Shi Qingyue didn't know whether he heard it or not. It seemed that he had been quarreled and frowned.

Jiang Zhiyi softened suddenly and lowered his eyes: "No need, trouble you."

When the doctor left, the light was turned off, and only a few were left. Jiang Zhiyi paid attention to the hanging needle on Shi Qingyue's wrist, and when it came time, he struggling to take it down with his arm.

Dr. Chen explained it well, besides, she had been ill for almost three years, and she was quite familiar with these.

After finishing this, Qingyue's body temperature finally dropped. Jiang Zhiyi guarded her, putting one hand on her forehead, and finally fell asleep after staying up most of the night.

No one came to call them the next morning. Jiang Zhiyi woke up first. She often dreamed, but not this time. After waking up from the dream, she turned her head and saw the person who was sleeping next to her.

She fixedly watched for a while, revealing a little disbelief, and for a long while tentatively raised her hand to stick her forehead, it was normal temperature, and the person was not broken, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Qingyue didn't sleep well, and rolled away his pajamas after a few laps-a large slit, revealing his round shoulders and collarbone, and also revealing his shoulders-a bruise.

It was she who bit it last night, and bit it in her mouth—for a while, wishing to swallow her into her abdomen, until she finally revealed it—a painful frown and quickly let go.

It's green now, and Jiang Zhiyi's fingers curled up-down, stretched out-a finger over and lifted the pajamas to take a look, until he was half-pressed by one hand.

Shi Qingyue drew back while half-dreaming and half-awake, sighing with a heavy nasal sound, and covering his neckline by the way, because his nose was not ventilated, and his voice was weak: "Wait for me to catch my cold..."

—Otherwise, I have to pass the sickness to you.

It was thought that he was trying to forcefully hold his paw, but he really just wanted to see Jiang Zhiyi who had no other thoughts: "..."

Do I really look like this beast? !

She withdrew her hand silently, something flashed through her eyes, and approached Shi Qingyue's ear, confidently: "Then wait for you to get better, you said."

Shi Qingyue was dumbfounded. When he opened his eyes, Jiang Zhiyi had already put his arms on the wheelchair and went into the bathroom to wash.

She fell on the bed, looking deeply at the self-reliant and thin figure, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable after watching it for a long time, and quickly closed her eyes.

Jiang Zhiyi is a very trustworthy person. Shi Qingyue was willing to be an apologetic gift, and Shijia finally eased—he breathed, so that he would not worry about bankruptcy all the time. Shi's father sent a message to Shi Qingyue-don’t worry. Stay at ease.

Shi Qingyi put down her phone and felt panic with a heart attack. What does it mean for her-don't worry?

Does this daughter sell after-sales?

She sneered, Jiang Zhiyi didn't treat her badly. These days, she has been recuperating. She has a private doctor to take care of her. She didn't go anywhere except in this villa. Jiang Zhiyi was very busy, twenty hours a day. It's not bad to be able to come back and sleep for five hours, and of course there is no time to do anything to her.

The phone rang-bottom, the message on the top top was sent by Jiang Zhiyi: "Remember to take medicine at night, two tablets, warm water, take it after meals, and remember to take your body temperature."

Shi Qingyue responded-I got it, and comfortably nestled in the bed. After spinning for ten days, she could finally catch her breath. If she had known this, she should come and find Jiang Zhiyi earlier.

On the other hand-Jiang Zhiyi in the office next-signed-while watching the screen on the computer, she was still uneasy and installed surveillance at home.

The woman in the monitor slumped into the bed and didn't even want to show her face. Her signature hand shook, and her tail finger rubbed the paper slightly.

She has locked Shi Qingzhao in the villa for almost a week, maybe she is really tired and bored, but she is not by her side, and she can't imagine what would happen if she left-

She was a little impetuous, and her strokes were drawn—after signing, she was a 19-year-old girl when she joined the company, and she was also disabled. Most people in the company looked down on the parachutist princelings, until later she cleared her with a stern method. After the company, the elderly, she gradually improved after nurturing her own cronies, but her reputation for being inhumane has spread far and wide.

It probably means that she does not care about love, regardless of the old-generation old people, those who rely on the old and sell the old do not have a good end under her hands. In order to retaliate, she has spread very dirty rumors, such as homosexuality, for example—

The family who brought her up did not remember the kindness, and rushed to kill them all.

The secretary waited tremblingly, answered the phone, and finally spoke up.

"Mr. Jiang, your aunt came to the company to make trouble again..."

The woman's hand holding a pen-paused, vaguely heard the direction of the elevator-howling ghosts and wolves.

"Zhiyi, save your uncle—"

"Sister, get out of the way and let me see my sister—"