Rescue the Paranoid Villain Boss - Chapter 115

The heavy rain has been falling, the wind is whistling outside the window, and the heavy rain is hitting the window mullions. No one knows when the rain will stop. The world is vast and lonely, and the infusion of miscellaneous information has been lost, and only each other is left beside each other.

People outside can’t get in, people inside can’t get out, only endless intimacy is left until they are exhausted and reluctant to lift their fingers.

It was three days of extraordinarily absurd and indulgent time. Xiaolou took the yard, and the aunt lived in the building in the backyard. There were only two of them in front.

Fu Shijin leaned on the bed with only a thin quilt and flipped through her notes, revealing a thin, white neck that was as shiny as jade, and his voice was low and dumb.

“Why choose Wennian?”

After a short break, she raised her eyes to ask Shi Qingyue. She always wanted to ask, but she never had a chance.

Shi Qingyue went to the table and took a glass of water and hugged it to her. Fu Shijin’s pale lips opened slightly, relying on Shi Qingyue’s hand to take a sip, and the warm water moistened the throat, soothing the sore throat. .

This question was called Shi Qing’s shock. The hand holding the person behind the waist shook unconsciously, as if to escape the problem, she put down the cup and pushed the note away, and covered Fu Shijin’s neck again with the hickey. side.

Fu Shijin stretched out her hand to embrace her shoulders, her eyes looked gloomy and a little bit of a smile in the dim light, and slowly approached her ears, only a thin quilt that was almost nothing.

The soft body overlaps closely.

“Qingyi, why?”

Her voice was low, biting her earlobe and breathing like blue, but she seemed to be licked by a snake letter with a poisonous tongue. Only if the answer is slightly less than what she wants, she will be bitten by wild beasts.

It makes people shudder.

Shi Qingyue lowered her head quietly under such pressure, letting the person bite her earlobe painfully, until she felt that her ear was about to bite off a piece of meat before speaking in a muffled voice.

“Because I want to play against you…”

The sound is like a mosquito.

Fu Shijin loosened her teeth, and her white earlobe had been bitten out of a row of teeth marks, and the blood leaked out little by little. Her eyes were cold, and she reached out and fumbled to pull up the person who was crawling in her arms.

The man was unwilling at first, but then helplessly raised his head, his face flushed, perhaps because of pain or shame, and a little crystal tears hung in the corners of his eyes.

It seemed that she was really pushed to the extreme.

Fu Shijin was in a low position, yet his aura was not inferior to others. He stared directly at the woman in front of him with a sharp, sullen look, trying to find a flaw in her face.

But no, only the hot warmth of the young cheeks burned to her fingertips.

Shi Qingyue was right, and there was nothing wrong with this reason.

“Dangerous Building” is the sequel to “Jingzhe”. At the end, the Wen Jingzhe played by Fu Shijin will indeed appear as a surprise egg.

Her role is Aunt Wennian who leaves home to seek the way to save the country and women’s liberation.

When Wen’s family came to the most difficult time, Wennian’s parents died, his brother died of depression due to persecution, his sister and brother-in-law went to death, and his little nephew died of illness. In the end, the two remaining children, Wen Hang chose to avenge his family. Joining the army, and Wen Nian, this daughter who has always been spoiled forever chose to gritted her teeth alone to support Wen’s family to go on.

And Wen Jingzhe hurried back from Nanjing and returned to the Jiangnan tea garden in a misty rain, holding up an umbrella for the young Wennian.

It symbolizes the handover of the spirits of the two generations of Wenjia, and also symbolizes the reconciliation between Wen Jingzhe and himself.

That is the egg that Fu Shijin promised to lead Qi. She will only appear once in the whole movie, and the only rivalry is the one with Wennian in the rain.

If you want to play against her, acting out is the only way.

Fu Shijin’s eyes were slightly deep, and he gently licked the wound on Shi Qingyue’s earlobe. The person who was held by her trembled in pain, but just hugged her tighter.

For a long time, Shi Qingyue heard someone quietly asking in her ear: “Do you want me to make a small stove for you?”

Shi Qingyue’s throat became dry inexplicably when the acting thief of the flow little flower thief trapped the money, and the ghost said something badly.

He Changchang has the same treatment, why is she not?

Then I heard a muffled laugh in my ear: “What should Xiao Nian call me?”

Shi Qingyue: “…”

“Then please ask Fu Yinghou, why do you want me to delete Miss Lu?”

The man was silent for a long time, and punishingly added gravity to her earlobe, tossing around: “I don’t like her staying in your phone.”

“Then, what about He Chenchang?”

Her eyes were clear, as if they were clear after being washed by the rainstorm, and each other’s clean souls were exposed to the darkness naked for people to examine.

The two people who were equally unwilling to show weakness showed their hearts in this heavy rain, and then were slowly buried by the sound of the heavy rain.

On the third day, when it was light, Fu Siting led the people to dig through the road, but it was the woman who stumbled downstairs and opened the door.

Standing at the door, she has a simple bandage on her hand, and there are still unhealed scratches on her face.

When he drove here, news was already flying in the sky. Few people knew about Fu Shijin’s news. Everyone knew about Shi Qingyue’s rushing out during the torrential rain, and the sky was filled with remarks about whether she was still alive.

He had that guess in his heart, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw Shi Qingyue standing there.

What kind of torrential rain had been in the past two days, he knew clearly in his heart, how did this woman trudge through the broken mountain road?

The sky has cleared slightly, there is still rain dripping slowly on the eaves, and it is a bit cold outside. Shi Qingyi walked over with his arms and closed the door: “She is still sleeping, Shao Fu, there are some things, I want to be alone with you Talk.”

There was a slight voice coming from outside, and Fu Shijin had a nightmare again. In the dream, the woman occupied Shi Qingyi’s body and uttered wild words that she wanted to live a different life for her. Later, she changed Shi Qingyi’s life. The name eliminates all the evidence that Shi Qingyue has existed in this world, and even thought…

The cold blade leaned against the neck and was caught by her suddenly. The sharp blade cut through the flesh and blood and couldn’t make any progress. The gurgling blood dripped crazily along the handle of the knife and gathered into a puddle of blood on the ground.

It was a pair of eyes that opened from the depths of the darkness, looking at the woman in front of her obsessively and pathologically, with a smile in her eyes without any warmth.

“You want to kill me?”

“Qingyue, why are you killing me?”

The grievance was only an instant, and the violent violence quickly covered the thin skin of her face. She stood up holding the knife, her eyes filled with depression and fierceness: “No, you are not her, you want to kill me?”

She did not hesitate to insert a knife into the woman’s right hand that had held the knife, and the sharp knife pierced her wrist directly, blood spurting crazily, and the surrounding area was pungent and bloody.

The woman screamed, blood splattered, stumbled backwards madly in the huge empty villa, struggling to escape the lunatic, and she had completely forgotten that she was the first killer and the first to hurt her heart.

“No! You can’t kill me! She can’t come back if you kill me—”

…

Frightened by thunder, Fu Shijin opened her eyes suddenly, with cold sweat behind her back. She subconsciously wanted to hold on to the people next to her, but she caught nothing.

When that person was not there, her eyes were suddenly cold.

When Shi Qingyue heard the sound of pushing the window, he raised his head subconsciously. From the gap of the window lattice, he saw Fu Shijin’s eyes. There was a layer of light in the gloom, and he said to her in a dumb voice: “Come here–“

There is still unconcealable anxiety and lingering palpitations on her face. Only when she has truly lost it once will she be inseparable from her like this.

“I hope Mr. Fu will keep his promise and not break his promise.”

After speaking, he walked upstairs quickly and walked in a hurry. Fustin looked at her back, frowning tightly.

They were trapped in the mountains for three days. After being transported by car, they bought plane tickets and went back to City A. The Fu family has its own hospital. Fu Shijin was the first to be arranged for all inspections. When they came out, they subconsciously searched for the figure.

Fu Siting comforted her and pushed her forward: “Didn’t she go to find you and also suffered some injuries? I will ask her to have a checkup. It won’t take long. By the way, my parents will come back from Europe in half a month. At that time, I want you to go home and live for two days. Mom and Dad finally come back once, so don’t let them go.”

A person like Fu Siting might be so happy because his sister had escaped from death. His brows were flying, and he talked a lot.

“After my parents retired, they ran around the world and threw all the mess to me and you took care of them. I finally came back this year. I also took a vacation. It just so happened that Jin, you were also recuperating. Our family went out to relax. …”

His voice was gentle but there was an unconcealable joy. He imagined that in the future, it was Fu Shijin’s most happy smile since the accident, but for some reason, Fu Shijin was inexplicably uneasy.

Until I walked through the elevators one after another and saw Shi Qingyue waiting downstairs.

——

The last scene of “Dangerous Building” is in Jiangnan.

A woman standing under the eaves with an umbrella, even the misty rain can’t conceal her beauty, her slender waist with a tight grip outlines a moving silhouette in the rain, and the moon-white slim cheongsam is rusted with delicate magnolia flowers.

Holding an oiled paper umbrella, just standing there is an elegant picture scroll.

Time seems to be particularly gentle to her. At the age of eighteen, she became a hit when she starred in Wen Jingzhe. Now ten years have passed, except for the temperament that has settled down, no traces of time can be seen.

Not far behind her, a girl in a light blue cheongsam opened the door and squeaked in the old streets.

The faint tea fragrance escaped from her, her hair was stained with raindrops, but people stubbornly did not hold an umbrella, holding her sister’s tablet in her arms.

“aunt–“

The wind and rain was precarious, Wen Jingzhe looked back, and looked at each other in the wind and rain with the second Miss Wen Jia Wennian. The oil paper umbrella covered the girl’s thin shoulders, and also covered the loyal blood of the door.

The last drop of blood dropped to the ground mixed with tears and rain.

“Crack—”

After ten years of preparation and several months of shooting, “Dangerous Building” finally came to an end!

With thunderous cheers, Fu Shijin vented his strength and almost fell to the ground without standing firm.

Although she has been rehabilitating, it is extremely difficult for her to stand even for a period of time.

Shi Qingyue was the nearest to her, and hurriedly stepped forward to support her. The weight of her whole body fell in her arms. Shi Qingyue embraced the cheongsam and outlined the slender waist, trying to put her slowly. Get into the wheelchair.

Fu Yinghou clung to her waist and leaned openly on her shoulder. He was slightly exhausted from the long-term shooting, and his voice seemed to be laughing but not laughing, just like joking.

“Why didn’t you want to call aunt back then, don’t you still call it today?”

Shi Qingyue gently pressed his chin against her shoulder, like a bird with no branches to rely on to return home in troubled times.

“Well, whatever you want me to call…”