Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Regarding the micro bomb dropped during the live broadcast, Qi Yang did not care about it except asking the 002 gang to control the subsequent developments. He also did not allow Ren Yi to intervene and almost let it ferment on the Internet.

He accompanied Ren Yi to the hospital.

Mr. Ren was going to have a physical examination. After Xiao Yan called to make an appointment, the dean became nervous and waited for him to arrive on time.

The last time this man had a physical examination was the time before, but he himself couldn't remember the time. The examination from beginning to end took a long time, and Qi Yang accompanied him to do the whole process.

When putting the two inspection reports together, Ren Yi couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken.

It's probably the difference between negative teaching materials and positive teaching materials.

Qi Yang picked up the negative example and flipped through it page by page. He felt upset and even wanted to let Ren Yi go back to his mother's womb and be reborn.

At the age of 26, a 62-year-old man probably has fewer problems than him, but he still lives like a normal person and dares to hide his illness and avoid seeing a doctor.

Ren Yi saw that he was reading it carefully and asked, "Do you understand it?"

"I don't understand it, but I can compare the data." Qi Yang said unhappily.

A group of experts frowned and argued endlessly over Ren Yi's report and film, and failed to reach a conclusion after a long time. It was obvious that they were very upset, but in front of such a respected master, they did not dare to curse him out loud.

Seeing that the experts would not be able to come up with a definite solution in a short period of time, they left after the inspection.

On the way back, Qi Yang asked, "Uncle Yi, do you want to try acupuncture and massage?"

Ren Yi nodded indifferently and was about to ask Xiao Yan to find someone to make an appointment when Qi Yang swiped his phone a few times and displayed the information of an old Chinese doctor in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou has experience in helping several patients get back on their feet. Why don't we go and give him a try? But it will take at least a day to go back and forth."

Ren Yi leaned back, and after reading the content clearly, he moved his gaze to the pair of expectant eyes behind the phone and asked, "Will you join me?"

When Qi Yang heard him ask this, he knew it was settled. He lowered his head and sent the message to Xiao Yan, saying without even looking up, "Of course."

"When you have your holiday, I will arrange some things for the company."

"Okay, I'll talk to the crew."

Ren Yi started to get off work late again. Qi Yang remembered about making a video and learned one from the Internet.

He waited for Ren Yi to come back, and when he finished his shower and was about to go to bed, he danced for him to see. Ren Yi watched it without blinking, and after a while asked, "How long have you been learning?"

Qi Yang put the remote control that served as a microphone on the bedside table, kicked off his shoes and rolled onto the bed, smiling proudly: "I started learning after class this afternoon. Isn't it amazing?"

Ren Yi has basic appreciation ability. He can see the smoothness and fluidity of the movements, as well as the combination of hardness and softness in the movements. The pauses at the right moments can also match the tune he is humming.

He recalled that when he visited the set before, he heard the director and the martial arts director say that this guy was simply a human photocopier.

Well-deserved name.

Ren Yi held the man in his arms and praised him sincerely, "Very impressive."

Belatedly, he felt as if he was hit by a rare treasure. He hugged his treasure tightly and suddenly had the idea of ​​hiding it so that no one could see it.

This is the person he has chosen, the person he has placed in his heart, and no one can covet her.

If he wants to run, then... if we don't want to break his legs, then we can lock him up or cuff him.

This thought grew stronger and stronger, causing Ren Yi's heart to pound, but it suddenly burst when it reached its peak.

The sun belongs only to light.

Qi Yang felt the strength of the arm holding him disappear, raised his hand and patted his back, and asked: "What were you thinking about just now? You're strangling me and it hurts."

Ren Yi's eyes lingered on him for a moment, then he bent down and kissed his forehead: "Sorry."

Qi Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at him dangerously: "It seems that you were thinking about something... like breaking my legs, right?"

Ren Yi rested his chin on the top of his head, his eyes fixed on the void, flickering slightly: "I can't bear to let you go. But I really want to hide you and don't want others to see you."

Qi Yang snorted: "Domineering."

"Then you can only accept it, you can't change it."

"Do you still think about it now?"

"I do, but I don't want you to be angry."

Qi Yang raised his hand to push away the jaw that was poking his skull, then got up and asked, "I learned a set of massage techniques today. Do you want to try it?"

Without giving Ren Yi a chance to refuse, Qi Yang went to pull the quilt.

Ren Yi watched him massaging the acupoints in all seriousness. He looked quite professional, comparable to his previous caregiver, except that his beautiful, slender fingers and his shrunken and deformed legs did not match each other.

"Isn't it ugly?"

Qi Yang raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "You mean your legs?"

"Ah."

"It's not the first time I've seen this. Why are you suddenly so sentimental?"

Ren Yi: “…”

"I actually think face is more important than legs. After all, I am more obsessed with looks, not legs. Uncle Yi, why don't you take good care of yourself? I think Brother Pan and the others are quite good at this."

Ren Yi felt a pang in his heart when he remembered that he was eight years older than him.

Qi Yang laughed out loud as he saw his face getting darker and darker. Ren Yi was already feeling uncomfortable, and when he saw that he was still laughing, his brows subconsciously frowned, his heart felt blocked, and his whole body began to feel cold. He stared at him intently, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Qi Yang tried to kiss him, but was avoided as expected.

He lowered his head and bit his neck, scratched his chin, and seeing that he was unwilling to turn around, he did not force him. In his ear, he said lightly and solemnly: "Although I am indeed obsessed with looks, my love for you is not that superficial. No matter rich or poor, no matter healthy or sick, no matter good times or bad, I will never leave you. My love for you is based on this sentence."

Ren Yi was startled, opened his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at him, and met a pair of sincere and affectionate eyes.

Is it sweet talk?

He felt his throat blocked, and it took him a while to find his voice: "What if I'm disfigured?"

"Don't push me away, don't hurt me, trust me."

Ren Yi couldn't help but be moved by such words, and he accepted them even if they were sweet talk.

He tried to respond to the kiss he had just dodged, but Qi Yang suddenly stood up and sat aside.

"I'm angry too."

Ren Yi blinked, a little confused.

"You don't trust me even before you're disfigured."

Ren Yi propped himself up and sat up, thinking about what to do in this situation. His palms, which had been cold just now, became hot and sweaty.

Qi Yang didn't intend to embarrass him after all. He stretched out his little finger, hooked his index finger, and said with a smile: "Call me baby or dear and let me hear it."

He always knew that the love he wanted was always too ideal.

Human beings are creatures who easily get bored with the old and love the new, but what they want is a love that goes against their nature, lasts until death, and cannot be shaken by the secular world.

So he wants...

Don't push me away, don't hurt me, and believe in me.

Ren Yi felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Looking at the smile on the face of the person in front of him, he tasted some bitterness.

He opened his mouth, but said "sorry".

"I'm sorry, honey."