Collective mind reading, villain boss, let me go

Fu Siqing watched her leave in a hurry, feeling a little empty and helpless.

He really didn't want her to think about the farm girl anymore. It seemed that Nan Zhi had been pessimistic ever since he met her. Although what she was thinking about were all things that happened in her previous life, she had to face reality.

However, she has been too tired recently, with accidents happening one after another. She doesn't have a good body to prepare for the only competition in her life, and people around her have been injured one after another.

She doesn't trust herself, and most likely won't trust others easily, just like the killer. Even though the killer was injured for her, she was still used.

Although... it is used against me, I want them to both lose...

…………

Two days later, he was discharged from the hospital.

Nan Zhi stood in front of the huge mirror, her white dress shining in the sunlight.

She turned sideways to look at Fu Siqing who was sitting in a wheelchair beside her, her lips curled up slightly, and she began to dance as the music started.

At this moment, she did not look like the noble white swan on the stage, nor did she look like the imposing queen in a black dress.

Instead, she was as gentle as a fairy. Her eyes were soft and looked at Fu Siqing with amusement.

Until the song ended, Fu Siqing's applause rang out, and her hands lightly rested on her waist.

"Does it still hurt?"

Nan Zhi shook her head: "It's bearable."

Fu Siqing smiled. He was wearing white pajamas with his golden hair hanging casually. He looked particularly matched with the fairy in front of him.

"Your dance this time seems different from before."

Nan Zhi nodded: "The last two rounds of the Moreau Competition are free-choice competitions, and my favorite dance styles include ballet and Chinese dance. This competition is a competition of different dance styles, and it is difficult to win with ballet alone.

So I added some innovation, and wanted to combine the gracefulness and elegance of Chinese dance with the nobility of ballet.”

Fu Siqing raised his eyebrows slightly. He liked the way Nan Zhi talked to him. It was the confident look he liked: "You will win, because no one is as bold as you."

Nan Zhi thought for a moment and nodded: "I'll lend you my good wishes."

[Indeed, the Morrow Competition is too important, and no one wants to innovate, because innovation may not be accepted by the world.]

The competition was held as scheduled, with 8 to 4.

In order to ensure that there would be no accidents, Nan Zhi asked Nan Chengfeng to inject her with painkillers.

Although Nan Chengfeng disagreed, he couldn't persuade her after all.

Nan Zhi smiled, shook Nan Chengfeng's hand and said coquettishly: "Brother, I will be willful for the last time. After this game is over, I will take good care of my body!"

Every time Nan Chengfeng looked at the shining person on the stage, he felt it was unbelievable yet reasonable.

She really looked too much like the daughter of their Nan family. Excellence, perfection, and nobility were all her hallmarks. Over the years, even though he and she often disagreed and quarreled, he never doubted that Nan Zhi was not his sister.

At this moment, he was actually a little curious about what the person with the Nan family genes was like.

Genes are so powerful nowadays, especially since he is doing medical research, he understands these things even better.

The best example is Huo Ling. From his grandfather onwards, every generation is crazy.

The dance ended, and this time nothing unexpected happened.

Nan Zhi still couldn't believe it until she returned to the hotel.

She reviewed everything and felt a little puzzled. Given Tiandao's personality, how could he let her go so easily?

In an instant, I became even more nervous about next week's competition. My opponent was too strong, my body was too weak, and there were too many accidents.

In the evening, as night fell, Fu Siqing saw someone standing on the balcony next door.

His shirt was tight-fitting, outlining his good figure, and he wore a pair of work pants with leggings and a pair of black combat boots. There was a gun in the pocket of his pants.

He wore a half-finger glove on his wrist, and the contrast between his incredibly fair skin and the black color suddenly formed a contrast, just like the moon hanging high in the sky at night.

Jiang Li noticed Fu Siqing on the balcony the moment she opened the door, but he ignored her and just quietly watched Nan Zhi sleeping in the room.

Fu Siqing: "It's not polite to peek at someone else's girlfriend in the middle of the night~"

Seeing that he ignored her, Fu Siqing shook the red wine in her glass with amusement: "You solved the problem today, right?"

In addition to his people, there was also a group of people in the shadows at the venue today. They were everywhere. No matter what happened to Nan Zhi, they could quickly rescue her, or... die for her.

If there hadn't been so many people gathered around him on the stage for him to notice, he probably wouldn't have known that all this was related to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li turned his head calmly and looked at Fu Siqing without any emotion in his eyes: "She is mine, I will take her back."

Fu Siqing raised his wine glass, Xukong toasted him with a glass of wine and turned back to the room.

Jiang Li turned back and continued to look at Nan Zhi. He stayed with her night after night in the dark night.

Every time Fu Siqing saw him, she found it funny.

What's the point of such a child who can only silently and selflessly dedicate himself? Love that cannot be seen is not love. As long as it cannot be seen, no matter how much he does, it will be useless.

Unlike him, he has a legitimate identity and accompanies her in dancing practice every day. He watches her improve little by little and her injuries get better day by day, and their relationship becomes closer little by little.

Nan Zhi ate her meal with some helplessness: "Ah Qing, how about I push you out for a walk later?"

"Ok?"

Nan Zhi ate a mouthful of noodles and said, "You don't have to compete. You accompany me every day like this, so you should go out and bask in the sun."

Fu Siqing shook his head: "But you only have one chance to play such an important game. I want to accompany you and don't want to leave for a moment."

"cough!"

Nan Chengfeng's cough made Fu Siqing couldn't help laughing, and he looked at Nan Chengfeng teasingly.

"Third brother, do you have no appetite today? It feels like you haven't eaten enough."

These words were said by Fu Siqing. Ever since he was discharged from the hospital last time, he began to shamelessly call Nan Chengfeng "Third Brother", and Nan Chengfeng would be disgusted by him every time.

After dinner, at Nan Zhi's strong request, she took him out.

[Although I am very afraid of death, I can't let Fu Siqing stay in the hotel with me every day, right? ]

Nan Zhi pushed Fu Siqing for a walk in the garden. There were flowers blooming all around, including her favorite red roses. She walked up to pick one and put it in Fu Siqing's hand.

Nan Zhi looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Red roses... really don't match you, hahaha."

His fingertips twisted the bright red petals, which were as bright as blood. He looked at her with some interest: "What kind of flower is suitable for me?"