Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Qi Yang put on a mask and a hat, and took a bus to a commercial street with a large flow of customers.

After looking around and confirming that there were people performing here, I walked to the side and tried the sound. Without a microphone or speakers, I started performing in a very shabby way.

When Xiao Pan came over with his bodyguards, he was already surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside, and many people were taking photos and videos of him with their mobile phones.

I don’t know if he’s tired of singing lullabies recently, but he’s singing rock music here, and his voice is a little hoarse, completely different from before.

If this wasn't what he was wearing when he was taken to the police station at the airport, they wouldn't have dared to recognize him.

Xiao Pan felt somewhat helpless as he looked at this man who asked his boss for 1 billion but was still performing here to make a living.

"Mr. Jiang, what are you doing here?"

Qi Yang strummed the guitar, swaying his body to the music, his voice reverberating, as if he was born with such a voice. The crowd glanced at him, and the original rap turned directly into: "The salary hasn't been paid yet, what should I do this month, I can only come out to earn some extra money..."

Xiao Pan: “…”

Noticing the strange looks around him, he held his forehead with a headache and just wanted to exchange jobs with Xiao Yan.

He covered his face and waved his hands. Immediately, two bodyguards came forward and carried Qi Yang to leave. Someone raised a cell phone and shouted at them, "What are you doing? Kidnapping is illegal."

Qi Yang broke away from the bodyguard, waved his hand, and said, "I know them. Thank you for the tip, brothers and sisters. See you next time."

Xiao Pan and the bodyguard habitually asked these people to delete the photos and videos. They got into the car a little late and said helplessly: "What are you doing? If you are short of money, you can find Erye or me."

Qi Yang had taken off his mask and hat. His face was a little red from being stuffy, and his neck was also red.

He pulled at his collar to cool down and started to complain about his thirst.

He opened his eyes like a puppy, and it was really hard to refuse him. Xiao Pan asked a bodyguard to buy some water and then waited for his response.

Qi Yang looked puzzled: "I'm not short of money."

The tips he gets from ordering songs during each live broadcast are enough for him to spend for a month.

"Then what you did just now..." Xiao Pan was speechless for a moment. It was true that he did not make any money from singing just now. He was simply ruining the reputation of the "boss".

Qi Yang took the initiative, opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "Are you guys spying on me? Otherwise, how did you know I was here?"

"No," Xiao Pan denied immediately, "I just saw that you took the guitar but didn't start the show, and I called your cell phone but you didn't answer, so I came to look for you, worried that you might get into trouble because you were unfamiliar with the place."

"When did we become so familiar with each other?"

Xiao Pan: “…”

Destroy it, hurry up.

"So what's the purpose of your doing this?"

"Change your style."

"You can't stay at home, why do you have to come out to change? Aren't you hot?"

Qi Yang suddenly made a "yeah" gesture to him, and said in his puzzled eyes: "Two problems. One, that's not my home. Two, it's filled with gloomy energy. I need yang energy to drive away the evil spirits."

"..."

Xiao Pan didn't know what to say, so he asked, "Then do you want to continue to exorcise the evil spirits?"

At this time, the bodyguard who bought water came back. Qi Yang took it and thanked him. He gulped down half of the bottle before asking, "Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?"

"The Second Master is going on a business trip tomorrow, you have to follow him."

“How is the travel allowance calculated?”

"You are a prospective college student, how can you understand these things? All expenses will be reimbursed by the Second Master. I don't know about the rest. After all, your situation is different from ours."

"Oh."

"Give me your ID card, or just tell me your ID number and I'll buy you a ticket."

Qi Yang reported a series of numbers and found out that his flight was tomorrow morning. He decided not to hang around outside anymore and went back to sleep.

When Ren Yi came back, Qi Yang had already woken up. He was standing in front of the refrigerator drinking water, flipping through something on his phone in one hand. When he heard the noise, he turned around, looked at the group of seven people, and went back to his room.

Ren Yi: “…”

Xiao Pan knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Jiang, we brought you dinner from the company. Do you want to come out and eat?"

Qi Yang came out upon hearing that and just in time saw Ren Yi entering the elevator. He walked to the dining table, looked at the portion of dinner, and canceled the takeaway order.

Xiao Pan felt that there was nothing left for him to do, so he left with the others.

When Qi Yang had almost finished eating, he heard two muffled sounds from upstairs and subconsciously looked up.

Naturally, Ren Yi was the only one upstairs, and he was probably still taking a shower at this moment.

He asked 002: "What happened?"

"The wheelchair tipped over and he fell. Do you want to go take a look?"

Qi Yang sighed softly: "If I go over and see him in such a mess, won't I be scolded again?"

002: "So why don't we just ignore it?"

Qi Yang thought about it and found an excuse for himself to take care of it.

“The salary has not been received yet.”

He finished the last mouthful of soup, wiped his mouth, and went upstairs.

He knocked on the bathroom door and asked, "Second Master, what was that noise just now? Are you okay?"

There was no response from inside, only a slight movement. Qi Yang's ears keenly caught the man's heavy and slightly trembling breathing.

He tried the doorknob and found it was locked from the inside.

Starting from the second day after he arrived, the bathroom door was locked. However, after that, Qi Yang got off work on time in the morning, went back to his room and slept on the bed, and never stayed there, so the door was locked for the sake of loneliness.

Ren Yi pushed away the wheelchair that was pressing on him, and tried to get up by holding on to the edge of the bathtub, but the sharp pain in his elbow made him unable to exert any strength.

His eyes went dark, and he recalled the day of the car accident. It was the same. He tried to pull his brother and sister-in-law out, but he couldn't pull them out. He couldn't pull them out...

When there was another knock on the door, he growled impatiently, "Get lost."

Qi Yang: In the last world, too many people were told to leave, and this world is paying back the favor.

The shadow cast on the frosted door receded, Ren Yi's fingertips curled up, and a vague sound came out of his throat. The next second, he clenched his back teeth, fixed the wheelchair, and tried to climb up.

There was a sudden loud noise from the door behind him, and before he could see clearly, a shadow came over his head. Part of it slid down and gathered around his waist, while the rest completely covered him below the waist.

The boy was unexpectedly strong and picked him up easily. Seeing that the wheelchair was wet, he carried the man directly to the sofa.

When pushing the wheelchair out, Qi Yang asked, "Do you want to contact Xiao Pan? Or call 120."

Ren Yi clutched the blanket tightly, his chest heaving, his dark eyes filled with unspeakable repressed emotions as he stared at the boy who repeatedly broke into his bathroom and offended him.

"Second Master?"

"Get out, get out of here."

Qi Yang was quiet for a while, picked up the phone he had thrown on the bed and threw it on his legs, turned around quickly, went downstairs, and after a while came up with a medicine box and placed it in front of him, then quickly disappeared again.

Ren Yi looked at the wheelchair and the medicine box, leaned back on the sofa, raised his hand to block the light in the room, and made a sound that sounded like crying and laughing.

What a mess.

Anyone can sympathize with him.

Who wants their sympathy?

Do they deserve to sympathize with him?