Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Two bodyguards went out to buy breakfast, and the remaining two were making phone calls to report on their work and trying to get Qi Yang to go back first.

The security guard stared blankly at the vehicles coming in and out outside, feeling that the world was mysterious.

He had been working here for so long, of course he knew who Mr. Ren was, and he also knew that those guys wearing black suits in such hot weather were his bodyguards, but he didn't know who this young man with a bad temper was.

Listening to their conversation, it seems that he is a singer, but even if he is a movie star, he looks glamorous, but what does it mean to these rich people? And who would listen to music at night?

I always feel that this song is not serious.

The security guard's mind was full of dirty stuff, and he finally shook it out silently, determined not to reveal a word to anyone.

But he still couldn't help but look at the young man sleeping in the corner. He looked like a college student at most, and was much more handsome than those increasingly effeminate stars on TV.

He has long arms and legs, looks strong, and his skin is not the white color that looks like a corpse that has been lying there for several days.

As for the voice, the security guard couldn't explain it, he just thought it sounded nice and that even speaking sounded like singing.

While he was daydreaming, a car drove out of the community and stopped at the door in an uncivilized manner. Three people got out, and one of them was carried down.

The security guard knew who it was just by looking at the license plate. He took a closer look and saw that it was Mr. Ren. There were two men in black vests behind him, one pushing a wheelchair and the other holding an umbrella.

The security guard had never taken a close look at Mr. Ren's face, but he was deeply impressed by his wheelchair and the feeling of seeing ghosts in broad daylight.

It was broad daylight, but he looked like a lustful ghost or a debt collector that could not be driven away even by the midday sun.

I really don't know where these rich people get so much temper from. There are so many people in this world who are blind, disabled and have various diseases. After all, this guy is rich and has no shortage of people to take care of him. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

Thinking in his mind, he respectfully called "Mr. Ren". The other party glanced at him and raised his chin arrogantly, which meant that he heard it.

After entering the duty room, Ren Yi looked at the boy who was sleeping in the corner with a suitcase in his arms, his cheeks puffed up and his lips slightly pouting, like a hamster.

He was just about to ask Xiao Pan to wake him up when he noticed that his nose twitched twice. Without opening his eyes, he rubbed his nose and muttered, "What's that smell?"

Ren Yi lowered his head and smelled it, guessing it was the smell left by the cigar he had just smoked.

"Jiang Shi, go back to sleep." There was an irresistible command in his tone.

The boy half opened one eye, and when he saw it was him, he snorted heavily, turned around with his chair and suitcase, faced the corner, and continued to sleep with his forehead against the wall.

Ren Yi was unexpectedly not angry. Instead, he was almost amused by his series of childish actions. He was wearing pajamas and holding a suitcase, looking somewhat pitiful, which touched Ren Yi's remaining conscience.

But he still said sullenly: "My patience has its limits."

"None of my business, huh."

"I'm going to work. If everything goes well, you can start work at 10 pm. You can use the time in between as you like."

What responded to him was a "gurgling" sound coming from the corner, which fully expressed what it means to be hungry.

The boy moved, covered his stomach, and complained: "I only ate half a poached egg and drank a sip of milk this morning."

He hadn't eaten in twelve hours, had dinner early yesterday, hadn't had a midnight snack, and had to wake up from time to time to go to work. He just ran out of energy and went red.

Ren Yi pinched his eyebrows, feeling like punching cotton.

"I'll have my bodyguard carry you back."

"No, it's embarrassing."

Ren Yi: “…”

He waved his hand and stopped him from doing what he wanted, and ordered the bodyguards to take coercive measures.

One of them held him by the arms and put him on the back of another bodyguard. When he was about to take the suitcase, he hesitated and said, "Second Master, Xiaozhi and Dabing are going to buy breakfast. Do you want to eat first before leaving?"

Ren Yi glanced at the person who had been steadfast just now but was now sleeping soundly on the bodyguard's shoulder, and let out a very light chuckle.

"Come on as soon as possible."

The bodyguard who was speaking thought about it, but still felt uneasy, so he simply asked the security guard to help carry the suitcase up, and then he bowed his head and asked Ren Yi: "I'll follow you."

Ren Yi did not comment, which meant he agreed.

Qi Yang's breakfast turned into lunch.

The bodyguard couldn't wake him up, nor did he dare to take any action. After setting ten alarms for him, he hurriedly ran after the boss's car.

002 turned off all ten alarm clocks. After making sure that Qi Yang planned to sleep first, he turned off the surveillance camera, gave him a few sips of soy milk, stuffed a steamed dumpling into his stomach, and then let him go.

When Qi Yang had a good sleep and was sitting at a messy dining table eating steamed dumplings with messy hair, the door suddenly opened with a click, and a woman in her thirties or forties came in, with her hair neatly tied behind her head and a canvas bag in her hand.

Seeing someone in the house, she was slightly surprised, subconsciously stepped back to look at the door number, then walked in again, wondering, "Who are you?"

Qi Yang glanced at the new message on his phone. It was from Assistant Xiao Pan, saying that the housekeeping service had arrived.

"I'm just staying here temporarily, don't worry about me."

The housekeeper then stopped talking, went into the storage room, took out the cleaning tools, and started cleaning.

Qi Yang finished his meal in silence, changed his clothes and went out.

We played until about seven o'clock, had dinner outside, and came back after nine o'clock. As soon as I entered the room, I was met with Ren Yi's glamorous face. The house was filled with the obvious smell of tobacco.

Ren Yi should have gotten off work early today. He had already finished his shower and was sitting in the living room in his pajamas smoking a cigar. Judging from the length of the cigar, he had been smoking for at least half an hour.

There is an exhaust system in the house, but it can't outstrip the speed at which Ren Yi releases the poison.

"Brother, I'm young and I don't want to get cancer so soon."

Ren Yi sneered, unmoved, raised his hand to check the time, and said, "It's 9:20, hurry up."

Qi Yang made an OK gesture, entered the guest room, quickly washed himself and came out with wet hair, then followed the boss who had finished smoking up to the second floor.

When Ren Yi woke up the next morning, the sofa was empty and he frowned slightly.

Xiao Pan and his friends had already arrived, so he simply sent a message to ask them to look for him. Xiao Pan replied immediately: [He came down to the guest room at six o'clock.]

Thinking of the long string of "gurgle gurgle" sounds yesterday, Ren Yi couldn't help laughing and asked: [Didn't you have breakfast? ]

【Took the milk.】

Ren Yi looked at his phone and figured out something: these ten billion people were still in a bad mood.

A week passed peacefully. At noon that day, Xiao Pan received a message from Qi Yang, asking him to ask if he could borrow his guitar.

Ren Yi agreed, thinking that he was going to start a live broadcast, but after waiting for a while, he didn't receive any reminder on his phone. He remembered that he had just done a live broadcast yesterday and usually wouldn't broadcast for two consecutive days, so he frowned.

"What is he doing?"

Xiao Pan checked the surveillance footage and found that he had gone out with his guitar five minutes ago.