Saving The Villain Boy

When the bus was approaching the stop, Yan Qiwei poked Liang Xiao on the shoulder.

The latter opened his eyes quickly, still with hazy water vapor, like a deep pool covered with white mist.

After realizing that his posture was too ambiguous, Liang Xiao hurriedly raised his head, but didn't want to hit Yan Qiwei's cheekbones by chance. The two of them hissed in embarrassment at the same time.

"Yes, sorry."

He hadn't fully awakened from sleepiness before, and he was so startled by the violent shock that he was completely sleepy, and his right hand subconsciously pressed the place where she was hit and rubbed it jerky.

The skin of adolescent girls is the most fair and tender, with a light pink. The fingertips were slippery and soft when they passed, reminding him of a freshly peeled egg untimely.

No, the point is that it is slippery and soft.

Liang Xiao's fingers were in the air quickly, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.

This action...isn't it more ambiguous than before.

What is he doing.

The teenager in front of him seemed to be a deflated ball. Yan Qiwei held back a smile to see him withdraw his hands in anguish, and stood up with a calm appearance, "Let's go."

Liang Xiao's shy appearance is so cute.

On the other hand, she is the initiator...Yan Qiwei, you are really a bad woman.

After returning to the classroom, school was approaching, and she slowly returned to her seat with a sickly appearance, and received a few thoughtful comforts from the head teacher.

After that, everything went step by step. The two of them left the classroom together as usual to meet with Uncle Chen, and then took the car home to eat dinner and do homework.

The only thing worth mentioning is that Yan Qiwei felt the familiar sharp pain before going to bed, and when she opened her eyes again, she returned to her bedroom seven years later.

The phone alarm kept ringing, she pressed the pause button in a daze, turned over like a salted fish, and was about to close her eyes again, but the phone ringing suddenly rang.

The column of the caller clearly showed four words: Edit Dad.

Each word turned into an off-string arrow, unbiasedly hitting the bullseye, stabbing the whole heart to tremble.

It was her editor Su Qing.

Yan Qiwei pulled out of her long memory of being "Liang Wei" and remembered that today is the day of her signing meeting.

There are still thirty minutes before the appointment time.

"Little Beauty," Su Qing's voice was soft but not charming, and she always smiled faintly during the conversation, "You haven't gotten up yet."

Yan Qiwei sat up from the bed, trying to cheer up, so that her voice did not sound like the soft and weak she had when she woke up: "How come, I'm already-putting on makeup!"

There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone: "You say yes, I will pick you up in half an hour. Remember to dress nicely."

Then Yan Qiwei went out wearing a simple white sweater, jeans, a mask and a peaked cap.

She hasn’t been a limelight since she was a child. Although she is self-willed and Buddhist in the pursuit of life, she still has the arrogance of a wealthy child in her bones. She has absolute self-confidence in her own strength and is naturally too lazy to hype the name of the so-called "high-value novelist" number.

What's more, she writes entirely out of her own interest. It doesn't matter how many readers there are, Miss Yan is not short of money.

Many more people came to the signing ceremony than Yan Qiwei expected. The bookstore was surrounded by water, most of them were young people with vigor and vitality.

She was also taken aback by the situation, and Su Qing behind her sighed: "Miss, your book is now popular among the people. If we can expose your identity, as the second generation of a genius and rich girl To make it public, this gimmick will definitely be bigger."

Yan Qiwei chose to ignore it.

She was surprisingly patient and repeated her pen name over and over again, and when her right hand was almost reduced to a signature machine, a familiar voice came to her ears.

"Madam~ I grew up looking at my wife's book, and now I graduated from high school, I finally saw you~"

This pretentious and deliberately disgusting tone of her voice can make ten rounds of endings in one sentence.

There was a chill behind Yan Qiwei, and when she raised her head she saw Han Xingye.

He grinned and made her an extremely exaggerated wink with his twisted facial features. Yan Qiwei's goose bumps did not fade away, and another figure flashed behind him.

"Mrs.! Your gods have worked hard! Today is also a day to cry for your beautiful words. I can't see the meaning of your work in life! To see you today, I can't do anything except suffocate my joy. Crazy for you, mad for you, banging against the wall for you!"

Yan Qiwei, who listened to Xia Xi blowing a meaningless rainbow fart for a long time:...

Didn’t you two really come to smash the scene! "Growing up looking at my wife's book" What the **** is it! You just graduated from high school and are growing up too anxiously!

After the two of them performed, they showed a very tacit expression of "Is it surprised or unexpected? Don't be too touched", and turned away as if they were successful.

Please go away!

Only a few people around know that Yan Qiwei is the author of this novel, and Xia Xi and Han Xingye are two of them.

Yan Qiwei was so frightened by the two of them making such a fuss, and the speed of signing her signature was also much faster.

Everything was going in an orderly manner, until when a book was handed over, the other party quickly touched the back of her hand.

The male's rough and hot fingertips felt like a frosted texture, which made her feel numb, and she couldn't help frowning.

There was a chill.

Yan Qiwei quickly shrank her hands and raised her head. A young man in his twenties, thin and thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses, with a narrow smile in his eyes, stared at her with an uncomfortable look. .

He grinned and said, "Hello, I have liked you for a long time, can we give a hug?"

If he didn't touch the back of her hand maliciously, and didn't linger such a blatant gaze on Yan Qiwei's face mostly covered by a mask, maybe she would seriously consider this suggestion, but now—

She just wanted to shook her head and refused.

Before Yan Qiwei could speak, a tall and slender figure appeared behind the young man, and at the same time a cold and clean male voice rang in his ear: "Sorry, this is not an idol meeting. You should go."

"Who are you—"

The young man turned around displeased, and lost his confidence the moment he hit the other's eyes, and his unexpressed words were clogged in his throat.

The man standing behind him was half a head taller than him. His facial lines were smooth and cold, and his eyes were cold as if he was a sharp blade. At first glance, he was a character that was not easy to provoke.

The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, he did not continue to struggle, and fled with the book in hand.

Liang Xiao's expression was faint, and she glanced at her with eyes down.

Yan Qiwei was no less surprised than the young man. She took this opportunity to take out a wet tissue to wipe her palms, and was taken aback by him.

"Mrs. Yan Ye, I finally saw you! I especially like your work. You are a fairy descending from the earth, no, the fairy descending from the earth!"

The young voice broke the short silence, Yan Qiwei was wondering who was learning Xia Xi blowing the rainbow fart, turned her eyes and saw...

Liang Bozhong?

His eyes met, the boy's smile solidified.

He looked at her half-covered face with an incredibly full face, and then trembled for a while: "You...Yan Qiwei?"

Yan Qiwei smiled awkwardly, and nodded after realizing that he couldn't see the smile.

A meteorite landed on his heart without warning, and the face of Liang Bozhong's face looked like petrification.

Big explosion.

Yan Qiwei, Mrs. Yan Ye.

One is a dangerous element in his eyes who plots wrongdoing with his brother, and the other is a mystery novelist who he has admired for a long time and hit the wall in a real sense.

Now suddenly tell him, they are actually the same person?

Liang Bozhong wanted to cry.

He actually didn't hate Yan Qiwei, and even had a good impression on Yan Qiwei because of her act of wiping her wounds, but because she had her deceased sister Zhuyu in front, he felt that no woman was worthy of his brother.

If the favorability of Yan Qiwei is hovering at 10, then Liang Bozhong, who is a fan of the brain, must have a positive infinity of the writer Yanye. Add the two together and then take the average... Sure enough, it is still positive infinity!

Thinking of himself, who had once ridiculed her, Liang Bozhong simply wanted to travel through time and space to give him a pegasus maneuver kick.

How should he face Mrs. Yan Ye QAQ.

Yan Qiwei saw that the children's faces were getting more and more wrinkled, and they even tended to develop facial expressions, so she quickly tried to comfort her: "Don't be sad. After you go home, treat it as if nothing happened."

"Miss Yan, don't worry." Liang Xiao said with a helpless smile, "He was just annoyed by his rudeness to you before."

"I didn't!" Liang Bozhong was poked into the sore spot, suddenly raised his head like a furry cat, and immediately softened after touching Yan Qiwei's blank vision, adding very hard, "Only a little bit."

Before leaving, I didn't forget to blush and say: "...Come on."

Then he took Liang Xiao and walked away quickly.

Yan Qiwei couldn't laugh or cry. She really didn't expect this level of identity to be so easy to use. The child's appearance was much cuter than usual when she got up.

Hmm... I'll tease him more when I have time in the future.

The signing event finally ended in the evening, and Yan Qiwei's right hand was sore and sore, and she couldn't use her strength.

"Thank you, Little Beauty." Su Qing gave her a big hug, "We will go to dinner later, so that we can make up for all the energy we consumed today."

Yan Qiwei answered decisively: "It's more expensive."

It wasn't until she walked out of the bookstore that she noticed a dense drizzle outside.

The twilight was dizzy, and the rain and fog were pressed down, and the dark cloud shadow on the horizon was photographed, making people breathless.

There were many spare umbrellas in the bookstore. Yan Qiwei walked out the door holding one of them. When she looked back and waited for Su Qing to come out, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a family not far away.

The clearing bar is surrounded by transparent glass, and the scene inside can be clearly seen by the pedestrians on the street.

A silhouette was reflected in the dim light, and she saw his tall nose, thin jawline, slender neck, and lazy, drooping eyes that never focused on her.

Liang Xiao.

He sat in the corner alone, without Liang Bozhong's figure beside him, the dark and thin shadow fell down, weighing heavily on her heart.

Yan Qiwei stood there for a while.

Then he took a step forward and stuffed the umbrella into Su Qing's hand: "I'm not going to dinner, you take this umbrella."

Su Qing:? ? ?

"It's understandable if you don't go to dinner, but it's raining now, don't you hold your umbrella? Are you confused about your signature?

She took a step back, raised her lips and shook her head.

The raindrops covered the sky like a spider web, and soon a layer of rain and mist was woven into her long black hair.

But Yan Qiwei didn't care at all. Instead, she waved to Su Qing, turned and walked quickly towards the Qing Bar surrounded by glass. As the rain grew, her heart jumped violently.

She walked into the room with a full body of water vapor, pretending to look for a suitable seat and slowly pacing in the store, and finally walked to the dimly lit corner.

Xu was aware of it, and the young man sitting in the seat inadvertently raised his head.

Four eyes face each other.

"Mr. Liang." Yan Qiwei took a deep breath, "What a coincidence, you didn't bring an umbrella?"

Liang Xiao laughed somehow.

Different from the formal and polite smile before, this smile seemed to pop out of the eyes, spreading from the tail of the narrow eyes to the corners of the mouth, reflecting the bright light.

He said: "Yes, what a coincidence. If Miss Yan doesn't like it, you can fight with me."

Bingo, the goal is achieved!

Yan Qiwei straightened her lips, only showing a faint smile: "Okay."

The moment she was seated, the street lights on both sides of the road were on at exactly the same time.

Because of the rain covering the glass, the light projected from the outside seemed to be soaked, dimly melted into a halo, illuminating her delicate white side face.

It looks very close and far away.

Liang Xiao got up and put her coat on her wet back, and cast down his gaze calmly under the gaze of Yan Qiwei's suddenly round pupils.

In fact, he knew it all.

He sat here and waited so long before finally seeing Yan Qiwei come out of the bookstore. The little black umbrella was picked up and put down, drew a hasty arc in the rain and mist, then she turned around in the rain and came here, and he deliberately looked away.

And she won't know why he stayed here in Qingba.

After leaving the bookstore with Liang Bozhong, Liang Xiao consciously looked for the figure of the strange young man, and finally found him here.

The other party hadn't left for a long time, and looked at the door of the bookstore silently like a sculpture, with a grim expression, just like the appearance of the adoptive father before the abuse.

And he was rubbing a dagger in his hand.

So Liang Xiao asked his brother to go home first and sat down at the table next to him. The confrontation between the two continued for several hours. The young man knew what he meant and saw no chance to succeed. He left in the rain not long ago.

Both he and Yan Qiwei hid their little thoughts from each other, but Liang Xiao didn't pierce them.

Only the corners of the mouth can't help but quietly twitched.

The communication between the two was unexpectedly harmonious and smooth. Yan Qiwei was talking and laughing while quietly gathering her coats tightly.

She could vaguely smell the light plant fragrance, exactly the same as the teenager who leaned on her shoulder to sleep many years ago.

Suddenly Liang Xiao had a look and looked at a place behind her.

A clear male voice sounded, making her look back subconsciously.

"The signing event is over, what a pity! I originally went to join in the fun—Huh, Liang Xiao?"

The man who said this was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his smirk destroyed the cruel feeling brought by the cold silhouette, like a big furry black bear.

Beside him was a woman with a petite figure and a bright face, with a faint smile on her face, and nodding in a low voice: "It's really Liang Xiao."

The **** bear ran over with a grin, took a look at Yan Qiwei's men's jacket, raised his eyebrows and looked at Liang Xiao with insightful eyes.

"Wow-classmate Liang Xiao, Yanfu is not shallow."

Yan Qiwei stared at him blankly, blinked, blurted out the name for the first time seven years later.

"Are you... Zheng Zeyu?"

"Yes, yes! What's your name?" Zheng Zeyu was familiar with it, and felt something was wrong after asking, "No, how do you know me?"

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