Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Gu Jin stood in the yard, watching Lu Sheng hurried back to the banquet hall, and looked up at the flowers on the tree that were about to wither in boredom.

Raising his hand to catch the falling petals, Gu Jin sighed slowly.

"Look, compared to me, isn't A-Lin really kind? He has his own moral bottom line and won't deceive other people's feelings. It's a pity that I'm a bad person." Holding the flowers on the treetop, Gu Jin pulled them down with force. He almost gritted his teeth, "I want them all to die, all pay the price, and no one can escape!"

The system watched quietly, swallowed and dared not make a sound.

Compared to Gu Jin, Qi Jinglin is indeed a good person.

[You have completed the task very well, keep it up! ]

"Don't worry, I will do better." Gu Jin calmed down his emotions and slightly raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. There was even a hint of coldness in his eyes, like a cold pond under the abyss, piled with thick ice and snow.

Gu Jin did not take Song Wanqing back to the villa, but drove to the cemetery, bringing a portion of fried skewers and two bottles of wine, and a bouquet of purple roses in his arms.

The cemetery is very remote and there are not many people at night. Only the late summer wind is blowing. Although I didn’t feel that cold in the yard, I still felt that I was wearing too thin when I stood in front of the tombstone.

After wiping the tombstone clean with his sleeve, Gu Jin unscrewed a bottle of wine and placed it in front of him. He poured himself a glass and leaned against the cold tombstone.

He just couldn't understand how such an expensive stone could be so cold.

The cold made his eyes hurt and his nose achy.

What a bad review.

Gu Jin didn't say anything, just drank one glass after another. I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol, but he didn't feel so cold anymore.

After taking a bite of the fried skewers, Gu Jin wrinkled his nose in disdain, "To be honest, the taste of this one is not very good, it's terrible, I'll change it for you next time."

Taking another fried skewer, Gu Jin touched the tombstone with his cup, making a crisp sound, and drank it all in one gulp. "Let me tell you, the western food you ordered is not good either. Don't choose them next time."

"And the Lovers' Bridge is really a tax on your IQ, but you still have to pay the tax."

"I found a small stand. The hot dogs they make are pretty good. I'll treat you next time..."

Gu Jin kept muttering to himself, perhaps because of the alcohol, his head was in a daze, and he leaned against the tombstone with his eyelids drooping.

When he opened his eyes again, the morning sun was too blinding. He shrank back again before opening his eyes irritably.

His head was still dizzy and his nose was a little blocked. He touched his forehead and sighed silently, "I have a cold."

He sniffed hard, raised his hand and patted the top of the tombstone, rubbed his palm, and turned to walk out of the cemetery.

He waved his hand casually without even turning his head.

Gu Jin asked Special Assistant Lin to pick him up. He rubbed his aching temple and leaned back in the chair, humming softly.

He now has a headache, a fever, a blocked nose, and feels dizzy and groggy.

Assistant Lin glanced at the rearview mirror and said tentatively, "I'll ask Doctor Hu to come home."

Gu Jin opened his eyes reluctantly, feeling sore in them, "Okay...wait a minute, don't let him come over yet, wait until I have figured out what to tell him, then let him come over."

"Ah?" Assistant Lin didn't understand.

Perhaps it was because of illness. Gu Jin felt that his thoughts had become sticky and slow. He didn't know how long he was confused before he said, "Tell Dr. Hu to come back two hours after I get home. Tell him to tell Song Wanqing that I can't leave without someone by my side and to take good care of me."

"Aunt Zhang will...okay." Before Special Assistant Lin finished his words, he met Gu Jin's sharp eyes in the rearview mirror.

Gu Jin slowly closed his eyes, becoming weak, but he did not forget to instruct, "Ask Doctor Hu to find me a medicine that is not too strong, so that I can have a fever at night, and have a fever all night long."

He definitely couldn't let go of such a good opportunity.

Lin stopped and looked at the boss in the back seat. After a long while, he nodded, "I see. You should take care of yourself too."

"Don't worry, it's just a cold." After a pause, Gu Jin added, "Ask Doctor Hu to control my body temperature as much as possible. Don't let me get burned to death."

It's not worth it to sacrifice Qi Jinglin's smart brain for Song Wanqing.

Frowning in pain, Gu Jin wanted to sleep but couldn't. In his hazy dreams, he always heard the sound of gunfire on that rainy night. The heavy rain even made the whole world blurry.

The rain that fell on my body was wet and cold, and it formed mist on my body. I felt so cold that I almost suffocated, as if my throat was being strangled.

His throat was grabbed and he was dragged into the alley. Every corner of his body was in pain, as if it was soaked in blood. The bullets hit his flesh and blood, and the excessive blood loss made him feel cold. Looking at the person being dragged away, his heart was filled with waves of severe pain.

He fell from the sky into an abandoned factory building, feeling the coldness running through his body. Gu Jin tilted his head and looked at A Lin's face below, opening his mouth weakly to try to comfort her.

His vision changed, and his body became A Lin's. He stood on the ground with blood on his hands. When he lowered his head, he saw blood all over the ground, blurring his vision. The sound of gunfire rang in his ears again.

"No." Gu Jin struggled to wake up, sat up and gasped for breath. The bedding and clothes under him were completely soaked with sweat, and the coldness brought by the high fever made him shiver slightly.

"Jing Lin, you're awake." Song Wanqing ran over quickly and looked at Gu Jin worriedly.

Gu Jin was in a daze for a moment, and when his eyes met Song Wanqing's, he barely regained his thoughts. He put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and leaned against her, hiding the confusion in his eyes.

"Fortunately you are still here, fortunately... you are no longer here in my dream." Gu Jin closed his eyes, feeling that he had no strength in his body, and the words he had prepared came out naturally.

Song Wanqing pursed her lips slightly, raised her hand and patted Gu Jin's shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'm always here."

"I'm really scared, Wanwan. I saw Su Jingchen kill you, just like he killed Gu Jin." Gu Jin hugged Song Wanqing tightly, afraid that she would see the hatred in his eyes that could not be concealed. "I can't let him hurt you. I can't lose you."

"Wanwan, you have to be here, you have to stay here, Wanwan..."

Gu Jin's voice became smaller and smaller. Song Wanqing subconsciously caught Gu Jin who was slipping, patted him gently, and shouted anxiously to the outside, "Aunt Zhang, ask Dr. Hu to come quickly, Jing Lin's body is getting hotter and hotter."

Aunt Zhang held the brown sugar ginger soup and shouted, "Okay, I'll urge them now."

Song Wanqing helped Gu Jin lie back on the bed, holding her chin and looking at his handsome face. His curled eyelashes trembled uneasily, and his angular features and high nose bridge gave him an aggressive beauty.

She remembered someone in the circle saying that Qi Jinglin was more handsome than many male stars.

Now it seems to be true.

"Do you want me to stay here all the time?" Song Wanqing murmured in a low voice, "Su Jingchen...Su Jingchen?"

Should she make this person disappear?

Without him, perhaps I could marry into the Qi family with peace of mind.

Thinking of the new manager assigned to her by the company, and the scripts that were handed to her, each one of them was the female lead and the first role.

Her agent has even managed two Best Actresses and one Best Actor, which shows that her future is bright.

"I need to think about it carefully." Song Wanqing closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks hard, trying to make herself more awake.

What Qi Jinglin can give her is beyond what Su Jingchen can give her.

And...Qi Jinglin loves her very much, at least now.

"I'll go get you a glass of water." Song Wanqing stood up, rubbed her hair irritably, and left the room.

Gu Jin slowly opened his eyes. The high fever made his eyes misty, but it did not block the clarity of his eyes.

[The man is a little drunk, and the performance makes you cry. 】

"I'm not drunk, I'm sick." Gu Jin pulled the quilt, found a comfortable position, and slowly closed his eyes. "It seems that I have to use strong medicine to make her take out the things in her hand."

[You are even calculating your illness, so why is your blackness level not changing at all? ]

The system was almost scratching its head as it looked at the blackening value which had never changed.

"Maybe I'm...kind."