After rebirth, the paranoid boss dotes on her

Wen Yu walked out of the door of Club No. 1 with tears in her eyes.

She took out her cell phone from her handbag, opened the address book, searched through it, and finally her fingertips paused on Qi Xiaoyi's phone number.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Yu decided to call him.

The phone rang a few times before the other party answered it.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Qi Xiaoyi's cynical voice came slowly from the microphone, but it made people feel at ease for some reason.

Hearing his voice, Wen Yu could no longer hold back her tears, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

After waiting for a long time, Qi Xiaoyi didn't hear Wen Yu's response from the phone.

His tone suddenly became serious, and he asked again with concern: "Wen Yu, what's wrong?"

Wen Yu sniffed and called him softly with a sobbing voice: "Qi...Qi Xiaoyi..."

"Cried?"

Qi Xiaoyi's heart suddenly tightened.

Wen Yu slowly squatted down beside the entrance of Club No. 1, hugged herself tightly with her hands, and her voice was filled with grievance and helplessness.

"Qi Xiaoyi, I...can you come pick me up?"

Qi Xiaoyi said nothing, but just asked: "Where?"

"Club No. 1."

"Wait."

Qi Xiaoyi's simple and powerful response gave Wen Yu a shot in the arm.

She didn't feel anything when she heard what Yang Chuhuai said at the door of the private room just now, let alone feel like crying.

But now that she had realized what was happening, an indescribable sense of grievance quietly spread in her heart, making her want to cry.

About half an hour later...

Qi Xiaoyi's car stopped steadily in front of the entrance of Club No. 1.

He pushed open the car door and got out, only to see Wen Yu squatting almost helplessly at the door of Club No. 1, crying breathlessly.

The situation was similar to the last time she was stood up, and she even cried more sadly than last time.

You don't have to guess to know that the thing that made Wen Yu cry like this must be related to Yang Chuhuai.

Qi Xiaoyi slowly approached Wen Yu and then stopped in front of her.

"Why are you crying like a kitten? Who bullied you?"

When Wen Yu heard this familiar voice, his shoulders, which were trembling with sadness, paused slightly, and he slowly raised his head from his arms.

What caught the eye was a pair of brightly colored blue and white sneakers.

She tried to blink away the tears in her eyes, and her vision gradually became clear.

Then, she slowly moved up along the pair of shoes, and finally stopped at Qi Xiaoyi's face with clear contours and a bit of evil charm.

Seeing that her eyes and nose were red from crying, Qi Xiaoyi sighed inaudibly.

He slowly squatted down and looked at her at eye level, with an indescribable tenderness in his expression.

"What's wrong? Did Yang Chuhuai bully you?"

Wen Yu pouted her lips in grievance, and the next second she threw herself into his arms, hugged him and continued crying.

She was so emotional that she was crying and couldn't even speak.

Qi Xiaoyi didn't force her, but coaxed her patiently: "Okay, okay, don't cry. It won't look good if you continue crying."

However, Wen Yu couldn't control her tears at all.

It was unknown how long it took before her emotions gradually calmed down, and she sobbed and retreated from his arms.

Qi Xiaoyi took out a pack of tissues from his pocket at the right time, twisted it with his fingertips, pulled out a piece, and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"It's cold here, shall we get in the car first?"

Before she knew it, Wen Yu's two delicate little hands had been frozen red by the cold wind, and her ears had also turned red.

Qi Xiaoyi slowly stood up and extended a warm big hand to her.

Wen Yu raised her head, looked at him with tearful eyes, and said with a heavy nasal voice: "I...my legs are numb."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaoyi chuckled, with a hint of imperceptible doting in his laughter.

He grabbed Wen Yu's arm, pulled her up from the ground, then bent down and picked her up sideways.

Wen Yu was suddenly picked up, and her face, which was already red from crying, became even redder.

She lowered her head shyly, her eyes wandering around, not daring to look Qi Xiaoyi in the eye.

In the cold winter wind, she seemed to hear the thumping of her own heartbeat.

Qi Xiaoyi stuffed Wen Yu into the car and considerately fastened her seat belt.

Wen Yu's eyes were filled with bitterness again. She quietly grasped the corner of his coat with her small hands and said in a low voice, "I don't want to go home."

"Then where do you want to go?"

Qi Xiaoyi's deep gaze stared straight into her red eyes that were caused by crying.

Wen Yu shook her head. "I don't know. Anyway, I don't want to go home."

Finally, she let go of his clothes, lowered her head, and said, "Otherwise, just find a random place to dump me."

Wen Yu simply gave up and sat back on the passenger seat with an attitude of near giving up.

Seeing this, Qi Xiaoyi let out a sullen chuckle from his lips.

He pulled a tissue from the center console and stuffed it into her hand, saying, "No matter what, I can't just find a random place to drop you off."

Wen Yu remained silent.

Qi Xiaoyi stepped out of the passenger seat and closed the car door.

He walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car.

The vehicle drove smoothly and finally stopped in front of a quiet residence.

Wen Yu was in a bad mood. She just stared blankly at the night view outside the car window. No one knew what she was thinking about, and she didn't care where Qi Xiaoyi drove the car.

It wasn't until the car stopped that she gradually came to her senses.

Looking at the very unfamiliar environment in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed across Wen Yu's eyes.

"This is……"

"Where I live."

Qi Xiaoyi answered straightforwardly.

Anyway, the person has been brought back, so even if she wants to leave now, it is impossible.

Although he thought so in his heart, in order to avoid Wen Yu's inner resistance, he still explained to her.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to go home and didn't know where to go? So, I took the initiative to bring you back to my house."

If it were the usual Wen Yu, she would be furious when faced with this sudden arrangement.

But now she is not in the mood at all.

Wen Yu remained silent, and just responded obediently: "Oh."

She obediently unbuckled her seat belt, slowly opened the door and got out of the car.

As soon as you enter the door, a unique smell and warm feeling belonging to Qi Xiaoyi hit you in the face.

Wen Yu suddenly felt the chill in his body slowly dissipating, and his sad mood also diminished by half.

Qi Xiaoyi brought her a pair of soft cotton slippers and his eyes swept gently over her, filled with a care that he didn't often show her before.

"I'll go get you a cup of hot water to warm you up."

However, Wen Yu shook his head and refused, and whispered, "I want to drink."

Qi Xiaoyi's eyes deepened a little, but he did not reject her request, and there was even some understanding and indulgence in his words.

He said, "Go sit on the sofa first, I'll get you some wine."

"Ah."