Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Ji Yan went to T City on behalf of the company to discuss cooperation. The whole process went very smoothly. Seeing that it was getting late, the client wanted to keep them in T City for one night and host a banquet in the evening. Everyone had no objection, but Ji Yan was the only one who disagreed.

In the end, the whole team stayed behind, and Mr. Ji boarded the earliest flight alone and returned home before dark.

Ji Yan originally wanted to give Qi Yan a surprise, but the villa was pitch black without a trace of light. Only then did she remember to check her phone and found out that Qi Yan had informed her half an hour ago that he would be back late for the crew's celebration party.

Not knowing when the later time would be, Ji Yan did not ask him. She was exhausted after a day's work and was very hungry. After putting her luggage back in the room, she went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles. It was simple, with just a vegetable and an egg.

After filling his stomach and cleaning up the mess, he finally thought of something. He went to the sofa, forced his heavy eyelids to keep it open, sent a message to Qi Yan to let him know he was safe, and then fell asleep on the sofa.

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At the drinking party, everyone was chatting and laughing. The young man sitting in the corner had a calm expression, but there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.

After the celebration banquet ended, Qi Yan said a simple goodbye to everyone, then turned and left the restaurant and stepped into the night.

He didn't talk much, didn't stay long, and there was no sign of drunkenness on his face.

The wind blew across his face, Qi Yan lowered his head and picked up his phone, ready to find a designated driver. However, a pair of white high heels suddenly appeared in his field of vision. He raised his head slightly, and a fair and beautiful face was reflected in his dark eyes.

"Mr. Qi." The woman's voice was gentle. "You just drank alcohol, so it's inconvenient for you to drive. It just so happens that I haven't drunk alcohol. If you don't mind, I can take you home."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan remained silent, only lowered his eyes and slightly raised his wrist.

The woman immediately saw the wedding ring on his ring finger, and the words she wanted to say were instantly blocked in her throat.

Qi Yan did not give her another chance to speak. He declined and got into the car. He called a designated driver on his phone. While waiting, he saw Ji Yan's reply message. When he knew that she had returned, he was still stunned for a moment, and then his heart slowly softened.

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The designated driver was a young boy who looked like he had just reached adulthood. He seemed to know Qi Yan, but he did not disturb him and was very quiet throughout the journey.

It was not until he sent the man home that the boy mustered up the courage to ask him for an autograph.

The young man was worried, thinking it would be difficult to accept or that he would be rejected. However, Qi Yan was unexpectedly easy to talk to. Not only did he sign for him, he also asked him if he wanted another signature.

He looked drunk, but also in a very good mood.

The boy seemed to be stunned by the surprise, his eyes full of astonishment.

In the ordinary days, there are occasionally surprises and surprises, and even the wind becomes gentle.

...

Qi Yan pushed open the door.

His movements were very gentle, but they also woke up the girl who was sleeping on the sofa. Ji Yan opened her eyes dazedly and saw Qi Yan's face in the weak light. Without thinking, she got off the sofa and walked towards him. She walked so fast that she forgot to put on her shoes.

Qi Yan wasn't quite awake either, and subconsciously reached out to take her into his arms, resting his chin, which was chilled by the night, lightly on her forehead.

Being so close, Ji Yan could smell the alcohol, but her brain hadn't reacted yet, so she didn't think much about it. She just snuggled quietly in his arms for a while, and then her feet felt cold, so she put her arms around his neck and hung on him out of habit. Qi Yan also picked her up.

Ji Yan was still sleepy and didn't want to talk. She just leaned on his shoulder and waited for him to carry her back to the room.

The air is quiet.

Qi Yan tilted his head slightly, and his nose brushed against the girl's delicate neck. His lips were slightly cool, and his eyelashes covered his dark pupils. He was silent for a while, pursed his lips, and rubbed her neck silently like a male animal in its cub stage.

It's so itchy.

Ji Yan subconsciously turned her head to the side, but Qi Yan pulled her head back.

After that bit of friction, it became like soft soil after rain, soft and sticky when you stepped on it.

He tossed it around for a while, then kissed her chin little by little.

Ji Yan half-consciously realized that he was acting abnormal tonight. He didn't like to speak and just kept trying to get close to her.

He made her very uncomfortable, and Ji Yan couldn't help but lower her head and bite his shoulder.

She bit him hard this time, and Qi Yan paused slightly.

The little girl in his arms leaned on his shoulder, exhaled softly, and then straightened up slightly. She held his face with ten beautiful fingers, and confusion spread between her brows: "Are you drunk?"

Qi Yan said: "Yeah."

"Then why did you drink so much..." She frowned and sighed, then pinched his face to vent her anger.

What if she's not at home? Who will take care of him, a drunkard like him?

"I'll go make some sobering soup." Ji Yan said as she was about to get off him, but Qi Yan held her tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Ji Yan was puzzled.

Qi Yan just held her down and rubbed his nose against her forehead, but when he was about to kiss her, Ji Yan dodged.

"Why are you so disobedient?" She touched his head, not calling him brother as usual. The sleepiness in her eyes faded away, and there was a hint of cunning in her bright eyes. She said like she was coaxing a child, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qi Yan paused and nodded.

Ji Yan said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just drink the hangover soup and you will feel better. Put me down first, then I can help you, understand?"

After she finished speaking, Qi Yan was still hesitant to respond until he sighed softly, held her hand again, and let it go silently.

He needed her more than the hangover soup at this moment.

In just a moment, Ji Yan's eyes widened slightly. She let him hold her hand obediently and did not refute at this time, which meant she agreed. Before holding her skirt, Qi Yan also quietly raised his eyes, staring at her with his beautiful dark eyes, silently asking for her opinion.

Ji Yan had no objection. She didn't look at him, bit her lip slightly, and leaned on his shoulder.

The silk skirt is soft and light with a faint fragrance.

Qi Yan carried her to the sofa and asked her to sit down. He would always look up at her, not gentle but with a rare touch of care and consideration.

In the dead of night, he wanted nothing but her.

When she was angry, he would gently hold her face and kiss her, revealing madness from her hair to her feet.

Ji Yan couldn't utter a word in the end. She was fed, held and given water, and then she fell asleep on his lap.

After she fell asleep, Qi Yan helped her clean up the mess. She was so well-behaved, with a rosy and cute face. However, he could not be too selfish after all, and he was not cruel enough to bully her completely.

I just let her have a good sleep out of pity.

Until the little girl habitually snuggled into his arms after having a good sleep, Qi Yan's body stiffened, and finally he sighed and gently took her into his arms.

The wife in his arms hummed twice in dissatisfaction, but he blocked her lips again.

Ji Yan also woke up completely. She opened her eyes wide and remained silent for a long time. Finally, she tried her best to compete with him secretly.

This struggle lasted for a long time, so long that it blurred the years and time.

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