Saving The Villain Boy - Chapter 18

The noisy raindrops and the laughter from the Japanese food store violently tapped the eardrums, the drunk man wailed and ran into the rain, but Yan Qiwei felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, and only Liang Xiao’s low and soft voice came over clearly.

The coat on top of her head exudes a surviving heat, the refreshing soap scent enveloped her, and even the surrounding air was slightly sweetened.

She lost her words for a while, and looked up at him in a daze, but tears couldn’t help falling.

“Miss Yan.” He narrowed a smile and moved closer to her. After realizing that verbal comfort can’t work on the crying woman, Liang Xiao paused for a moment and stretched out her hand, awkwardly wiped away the falling tears for her, “I’m rude, sorry.”

For so many years, he is still so dumb and lacking in vocabulary, he can’t even do well in comforting girls, he looks like an old antique who insists on the principle of “giving and accepting men and women”.

The young man’s knuckles were rough, and he had some large and small calluses, and he could even catch a glimpse of burn marks and a few faint old scars.

This was the first time Yan Qiwei was touched by Liang Xiao since the first meeting. When he approached, he brought a warm breeze and fell on her cheek with the warmth of his fingertips.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yan Qiwei raised her hand and gently held his wrist, moving it down a bit.

The young man was stunned for a moment, her gaze was the hideous red and swollen wound, and she frowned slightly and breathed into it with extreme care, like a wisp of fresh breeze, a handful of morning dew, gently brushing away the pain.

“Does it hurt?”

Her thinking was vague, and her only consciousness was that Liang Xiao was injured and looked serious.

She wanted to protect him.

After asking, I realized afterwards that this action was really too ambiguous.

The heat flowed from the top of the head to the roots of her ears, and her face must have been flushed with shame by her actions.

Yan Qiwei raised her eyes with a guilty conscience, and fell into his beautiful but gloomy pupils as expected. The lights are extinguished, illuminating the dark pool, reflecting the vague shadows of the people before them.

and many more.

An extremely terrifying thought came to her mind at that moment—she put on light makeup when she went out today, and now her face was not only rainy, but also soaked with tears…

Ken! set! all! paste! Up!

The ambiguous atmosphere was overwhelmed in one fell swoop. After realizing this extremely serious problem, those unnecessary grievances, drunkenness and emotions were all left behind. The female instinctive desire to survive forced Yan Qiwei to step back stiffly, pretending to be calm. He lowered his head and said, “I’ll do it myself, thank you.”

After she said, she turned her back and took out the mirror to tidy up the appearance. Fortunately, the quality of the cosmetics was good, only a dark gray faint at the end of her eyes.

It was hard to enjoy Liang Xiao’s tear-wiping service, but I didn’t expect it would end in this way. Yan Qiwei regrets it. The heroines in TV dramas crying so beautifully are indeed deceptive. The real situation will always be just a mixture of cosmetics, turning romantic films into horror and horror movies.

Fortunately, she stopped the loss in time, really clever.

She got a little rain, and she had just cried, and she had no intention of continuing to eat. Liang Xiao saw her retreat and sighed softly: “Miss Yan, I’ll take you home.”

So Yan Qiwei followed him into the car dizzy.

The sake has great stamina. She drinks a small amount. Fortunately, the wine is not too bad. Even if she is drunk, she will not do anything out of the ordinary. She just sits softly in the back seat of the car. There are so many thoughts in the chaotic brain, as if shaking his head, those weird thoughts can melt into a pot of paste.

Liang Xiao’s voice in the driver’s seat seemed to float from a long distance: “Miss Yan, I will go out to dinner with strangers in the future, and try not to drink anymore.”

She was startled for a long time before she smiled inexplicably: “You are not a stranger.”

The young man clenched his right hand on the steering wheel subconsciously. Before Liang Xiao thought about the meaning of her words, a bell rang abruptly, breaking the emptiness and silence in the car.

He glanced at the caller, and it was indeed Liang Bozhong.

The boy’s voice is clear and cheerful, with the comfort of being lazy after eating and drinking: “Brother, where are you?”

Liang Xiao’s tone was light: “Send Miss Yan home.”

Liang Bozhong:? ? ?

“Then what about your lovely innocent brother me?”

“I couldn’t bear to disturb you eating, so I didn’t call you. I settled the bill very early, and you just have to take a taxi home.” He seemed to smile and said leisurely, “This time I will treat it as a punishment for not taking good care of the guests. Miss Yan was almost in danger. This is your dereliction of duty.”

It’s his own too.

“I was a kind reminder, who would have thought that you would have come back.” Liang Bozhong on the other end of the phone collected the silly smile and spoke in a very serious tone, “Brother, how are you and the woman outside the room? People really look like her.”

After a pause, I asked: “I was so determined that you would not come back, but why did you choose Yan Qiwei between the two of them? She shouldn’t be your dish. Just because she likes Duke Barton too? As for it!”

Liang Xiao did not answer.

After a while, the topic was lightly skipped: “I don’t look like the original person anymore. Be careful when I go home. I am driving and hung up.”

Liang Bozhong’s rising gossip heart was mercilessly chopped with a sharp knife, ending the short call in unwilling wailing.

Liang Xiao turned his attention away from the call and heard Yan Qiwei mutter behind him: “Liang Xiao, I didn’t bring the key to the house.”

She went out in a hurry today, and her entire brain was occupied by excitement and joy. It was only then that she remembered that the key was left on the dressing table.

Homeless, encountering an idiot, the male **** was almost abducted by a rival in love, Yan Qiwei was sad, and looked at his back with aggrieved eyes and blinked.

Ah, the patter of rain tonight was as big as the day Yiping went to her father’s house to ask for money, and she was as miserable as Yiping who was beaten up.

She was really a little confused and didn’t call him the polite “Mr. Liang” the first time. Yan Qiwei’s voice is clear and soft, showing a bit of laziness and drunkenness under the action of alcohol, as if she is acting like a baby, and it is impossible to refuse.

Liang Xiao sighed: “If you don’t mind, you can come to my house for a night’s rest.”

Then he added: “Miss Yan, living in a strange man’s house…”

“I know I know!” She interrupted him dissatisfiedly, “I know so—so know you, because it is you that I am willing to believe.”

Liang Xiao didn’t answer the conversation, and his sight blurred by the rain and fog slowly moved up, calmly falling into the rearview mirror.

Even if she is a little unconscious, Yan Qiwei’s fingers are still habitually crossed together and placed right on her knees. Some messy memories flashed in his brain, and he smiled Shen Shen.

“Is it.”

Liang Xiao did not live in the Liang family mansion, but bought a house in the city center for work convenience.

The expected European minimalist style, all gray, black and white, and all the objects placed in an orderly manner, reminded her of her messy room.

Hmm… can’t imagine how Liang Xiao felt when she walked into her house, hoping that he had forgotten the virtues of her family.

They didn’t bring umbrellas, they were more or less raining, Yan Qiwei was not too drunk, and most of them were awake when they entered the house. With the uncomfortable smell of alcohol and the damp clothes, she rarely asked him embarrassedly: “Um… Mr. Liang, can I take a bath?”

The title changed back to Mr. Liang.

He seems to have no reason to refuse.

It wasn’t until the warm water dripped on her face that Yan Qiwei finally recovered from her trance. The vague memory gradually came alive and clear. It took a while before she finally realized that she actually followed Liang Xiao back home.

Although he took her in, maybe it was no different from adopting a homeless puppy on a rainy day, it was just a flood of sympathy under helplessness, but for Yan Qiwei, it was completely another matter.

As a senior writer who has read countless articles, she has tried out thousands of possibilities for plot development in the water vapor.

If this were an ancient romance novel, perhaps she would accidentally fall down while taking a bath, and Liang Xiao anxiously broke into the house, witnessing the spring in the room, and then opened an ambiguous emotional entanglement.

If this is the article from the boss of the tyrant to sweet pet, it is very likely to wipe the gun tonight, and the parts that cannot be described under the neck of the two people are as indescribable as possible. As for whether to sign a secret contract or run with the ball after waking up, it all depends on it. Author’s mood.

If this is this suspenseful work, she might hear a woman’s cry for help while she is half asleep and half awake, and when she walks away, she walks into a secret room full of human specimens and remains of the deceased. The woman said that Liang Xiao was actually a murderous serial abduction murderer. Just as Yan Qiwei was about to escape, she suddenly found him standing behind her.

Bah, baah, in the end, don’t do this!

She turned off the water while her thoughts were in a mess, and the water vapor filled the whole room, making people feel a little short of breath, and the gradually clear thinking was melted into a ball.

Liang Xiao prepared a new set of men’s pajamas for her. He emphasized that “I never wore it”, and he couldn’t tell whether it belonged to integrity or coldness. There was really no room for imagination.

Yan Qiwei slowly buttoned up the buttons, and the clothes based on Liang Xiao’s size were too big. She shook her long sleeves and felt that she could go on stage and sing with this dress.

Don’t be nervous, Yan Qiwei, must be reserved.

She secretly encouraged herself in her heart, but the remaining sanity was quickly overwhelmed by the immense sense of unreality—

I am at Liang Xiao’s house! Also put on his clothes! The most incredible thing is that not long ago, he actually fought to help her, like a dream that fell from the sky, no, that’s just the plot of a girl manga!

She followed him behind him in an invisible corner, and until today, Liang Xiao was finally willing to look back at her.

Although based on his character, this dress is likely to be thrown into the trash can the next day… but that doesn’t matter. Now Yan Qiwei is satisfied.

She sniffed the sleeves with a idiotic mentality, and what poured into her nose was the familiar refreshing soap scent from Liang Xiao’s body. Yan Qiwei pursed her lips and smiled and couldn’t help kissing her very quickly.

Somewhat shy and restrained, there is more excitement and joy in my heart that I can’t hold back, like a dying flower finally encounters water, and it spreads its petals.

Really happy.

When she finished laughing, she forcibly resisted the beating heart and walked out of the bathroom. However, Yan Qiwei is a typical case of extreme happiness and sorrow. Because the trouser legs were too long and the floor was slippery, she was dizzy by the warm water vapor. When the soles of her feet slipped, she fell on her trousers.

Before the muffled sound in the bathroom, Liang Xiao was replying to the explosive growth of information in the family group chat.

Chen Jiayi asked him in the group a long time ago: [How do you get along with Weiwei? Bo Zhong has a good apology? ]

Liang Bozhong, who was abandoned in the Japanese food store, sent a sneer emoji: [Heh, man. See you through. ]

As an old fox, Chen Jiayi can see the nuances in the reply of her youngest son at a glance, and she constantly screens with interest.

[What a wonderful girl Weiwei is, gentle, beautiful and talented, many wives like her. ]

[Liang Xiao, don’t you like her book very much? Another day, we can talk about it. I heard that she also plays the piano well, so I have time to learn from each other. ]

[She is also related to our family, who would have thought that the hero who brought Bo Zhong to justice was her. ]

Liang Bozhong continued to send a smiling little yellow man’s expression: [Mom, can the word “bring to justice” be changed? It makes me look like a wicked villain, your son. ]

After a while, another private message was sent: [Brother, you might not believe it, but I ran into that woman when I was about to go home after eating! ! ! ]

Five exclamation marks are enough to see that the teenager is excited.

Liang Xiao replied: [Did she spill something on you and then said she took you to the clinic to wipe the medicine, or added a WeChat friend on the grounds of “helping you take your clothes home to clean”? ]

[God, it’s the second kind, how do you know? ]

[She pretended to accidentally splash me a glass of boiling water. ]

Liang Xiaoman inadvertently glanced at a flushing burn on the back of his hand, and there was still burning pain from the wound, which he had long been used to.

In my heart, I remembered that the little girl from many years ago taught him so-called strike-up routines seriously, and one of them was this.

Unexpectedly, someone would use it. Obviously, the most likely outcome of this method will only be to be asked for compensation. It is a purely legal drama rather than a romantic movie.

[So, the girl is fishing us deliberately? What does she picture? ] Liang Bozhong returned very quickly this time and did not express her love package, [and she must know that she looks alike…]

Liang Xiao half-closed her eyes tiredly, pressing her left hand on her temple, trying to sort out all the people and things she had encountered in the past few days.

I don’t know when, he became unable to mention any information about Liang Wei to others, as if an invisible force forced him to remain silent.

Unknowable dominant power, strangers who looked exactly like the dead, and, among so many dim and trivial dots, a bright light with a little familiar feeling.

This reminded him of a certain puzzle and speculation that had been buried deep in his heart since he was a teenager, and perhaps soon he will be able to solve it by himself.

Liang Xiao paused for a while, then replied: [Remember to keep a distance with her. ]

Before the other party could reply, I heard a muffled sound in the bathroom. Due to the inconvenience between the two of them getting too close, he asked from a distance, “Miss Yan?”

“I am okay!”

Yan Qiwei’s voice was flustered and hurried, and then the bathroom door was opened slowly.

She was wearing the pajamas he prepared, and the pure black fabric set off her skin that was as white as warm jade, and she had just taken a bath and turned into a soft pink like mist. The neckline of the clothes is obviously a little big, hanging loosely to one side, and the smooth shoulder lines draw a beautiful arc, which is softer under the light.

The long wet hair slipped against his face and fell on his neck, with a drop of water hanging lazily on the end.

Click, falling into an invisible corner under the neckline.

Yan Qiwei awkwardly pulled the cuffs that were gathered into a pile, all the opening rehearsal in her mind disappeared in an instant, and finally only squeezed out a “thank you”.

Sure enough, she didn’t live as the heroine. Even if she fell in the bathroom, she would refuse to help because she couldn’t get help from such a stupid thing, and solved the problem by herself.

Obviously you should try to act like a baby.

Liang Xiao frowned: “Did you hurt you?”

Yan Qiwei shook her head: “I don’t know.”

Her brain was still unavoidable, and it took about three seconds before she leaned down and lifted her trouser legs.

The condition is not very good, the skin of the knee is frayed, and a little blood oozes out.

“I’m sorry.” She said seriously, “I soiled your pants. I’ll pay you a new one another day.”

He saw that Yan Qiwei’s thinking was jumping and she was not very clear at this time, and he sighed helplessly: “There is ointment at home, I will help you wipe it.”

Hearing this, she naturally ran to the sofa and sat down flattered.

Liang Xiao knelt on the ground halfway after taking the medicine, staring down at the wound on her knee. He almost never gave medicine to others, and his actions were restrained and cautious.

From her perspective, you can see the young man’s drooping long eyelashes and the high nose bridge, so Yan Qiwei knows that his eyes are always cold and indifferent, and it is difficult to find feelings such as distressed, pity, and sympathy.

Wouldn’t you really think of her as a cat or puppy who picked it up home?

“That’s right.” Yan Qiwei asked briskly, staring at a red mark on the back of the young man’s hand, “How is your hand?”

“After I came back, I applied the medicine.”

She was very curious about the source of this scar, but she felt impolite to ask without permission. After hesitating, I heard Liang Xiao’s voice again: “That lady is like an old person whom I haven’t seen for many years. I went out to look for her on an impulse and made you wait for so long, sorry.”

“You, you don’t need to be so polite!” Yan Qiwei waved her hand quickly and lowered her voice, “That must be a very important person.”

“Well, it’s a pity that she is not that person.” He smiled faintly, and then changed the subject, “This injury was left by accidentally knocking tea on the road, so don’t worry.”

Yan Qiwei sniffed.

She didn’t expect Liang Xiao to be so confessed to herself, that’s wrong, if you want to go back to the root, the plot will go very wrong from the beginning.

In the original plot of the novel, Liang Xiao loved Liang Wei who died young until his death. He never took the initiative to ask a woman out for dinner, let alone take it to the home to wipe the wound carefully.

The strangest thing is that he actually gave up the opportunity to get along with the original heroine, and underestimated the encounter with Xia Meng as a sentence of “admitting the wrong person.”

Did he… treat her better?

A fluke idea sprouts wantonly, like a sudden burst of fireworks.

She wanted to ask him if he was aware of it, but the root of his tongue was so soft that she couldn’t say anything. She could only sit quietly on the sofa, staring at Liang Xiaoqing’s eyebrows in a daze.

None of them spoke. In the silent night, the drunkenness of the tide spread to every nerve again. Yan Qiwei braced her spirit, fighting up and down with her eyelids. Suddenly a muffled thunder rang out from the sky, making her stiff like a frightened cat.

Liang Xiao’s movements also paused.

His body will still faintly aches in a thunderstorm, which stems from the post-traumatic stress response that has lasted for many years.

The illness intensified violently after the accident in which Liang Wei passed away. He was unable to control his emotions and pain for a long time. When the illness came on, he was either irritable and hit people at sight, or he was often fainted by the endless pain.

Now that most of the illness has recovered, he has gradually become accustomed to enduring the pain alone, accepting the fact that no one will be cautiously by his side to comfort him.

It’s okay to be alone.

Liang Xiao didn’t want to show the pain in front of Yan Qiwei, she only frowned and paused for a moment. Before the pain all over her body faded, she continued to apply iodophor as usual.

Unprepared, a soft and warm palm fell on the top of his head, rubbing his still wet hair very lightly.

The fluttering touch flowed from the top of the head through the nerves throughout the body, stimulating him to lift his eyelashes subconsciously.

Yan Qiwei’s eyes were clear, and she was a little lazy and drunk, so she became more and more unscrupulous.

She curled up her mouth and smiled, her voice showing some sleepiness: “Don’t be afraid, I am here.”

When I looked at her again, I had fallen asleep faintly.

A smile fell into my eyes.

In these long five years, Liang Xiao didn’t feel averse to the touch of the opposite **** for the first time. He gently held her wrist, moved it away from the top of his head, and placed it on Yan Qiwei’s thigh.

After falling asleep, she lost a bit of her usual unattainable arrogance, her slender eyelashes cast a little quiet shadow, and the corners of her mouth evoked an invisible arc.

She looks completely different from Liang Wei, but…

The phone buzzed and vibrated again, and Liang Xiao looked down at the news.

Liang Bozhong seemed to have awakened the attributes of an eight-woman, sticking to him to talk about gossip: [Brother! The woman really took the initiative to chat with me! Could she be a spy of some secret intelligence organization, who deliberately approached us after facelifting into this look, stealing information from the Liang family? ]

Liang Xiao didn’t care much about this matter, and returned to him briefly: [Don’t spend too much time on her. ]

Liang Bozhong sent a cute emoticon: [Just allow you to spend time on Yan Qiwei. ]

This kid.

The fingertips paused on the phone screen, and he quickly responded: [Hmm. ]

Liang Bozhong: […]

[? ! ? ! ]

[Brother you! I! what? ? ? what? ]

He never sent a message again, but sent a screenshot of the message record to the family group.

The ground was thundered and the news exploded.

Liang Xiao chose to play dead.

It was still raining outside the window, so he put the phone aside and tapped his brow with his finger.

Liang Bozhong was right that the woman who looked a lot like Liang Wei had an impure purpose. She took pains to approach him, did she make up her mind that he would be tempted by that face?

The answer is that he does seem to pay special attention to her.

It’s a pity that an unpredictable variable has appeared now, so Liang Xiao has no thoughts about other things.

The scene when he met the woman after going downstairs came to mind in her mind. She pretended not to care, but her eyes brushed his body intentionally or unintentionally.

Liang Xiao was sure that she was not about to leave after Liang Wei, but the latter stepped forward and knocked down the newly filled tea cup in a hurry, splashing hot boiling water on his hand.

In a very deliberate way.

“Sorry! How are you?”

The woman whispered forward and tried to hold his arm involuntarily, but Liang Xiao stepped back to avoid him: “It’s okay, I will deal with it myself.”

“I’ll take you to the nearby clinic! I know…”

She was unwilling to continue the topic, and when she raised her head, she met the young man’s eyes.

There was no anger or other emotions on his face, he just looked at her lightly, his eyes cold without the slightest temperature.

Liang Xiao said solemnly, “Sorry, miss, someone is waiting for me.”

She was slightly startled by the horrifying sight, swallowing the rest of the words back into her stomach, and thinking about it for a while before continuing to say: “Sorry, then you… let’s go.”

After a pause, he said softly: “You explain to that person that you have been injured, she will definitely understand, after all, the burn is so serious.”

He smiled: “I don’t want her to wait too long.”

The author has something to say: it is he, he is him, our master of the bitch, Xiao Liang Xiao!

Tomorrow will continue 6k, rush the duck!