Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

She brought her boyfriend home and the next thing she did was to persuade her parents to divorce. Ren Yi looked at the person next to him with a shocked expression.

The private plane was fully equipped with a dining room, a bedroom and a bathroom. After Qi Yang moved Ren Yi to the bed, he lay down next to him, closed his eyes and felt the slight feeling of weightlessness. By the way, he told him about the situation of the Jiang family.

From just a few words, Ren Yi felt the family atmosphere of the Jiang family, and vaguely got a glimpse of the young Jiang Shi.

Being sensible and well-behaved are not qualities that are worth praising, especially at an age when children should be naughty and mischievous.

Ren Yi wondered what exactly did Jiang Shi's "Shi" mean?

Release Zengmei, or... release?

His parents were finally released, but what about him?

He turned the man over, scooped him up into his arms, gently stroked his back, felt his steady heartbeat, and asked softly, "Are you afraid of heights?"

Qi Yang blinked, reached out to hug him back, and shook his head: "I'm not afraid of heights, but I want to hear how you plan to comfort me, okay?"

Ren Yi kissed him on the forehead and found that the heartbeat under his palm seemed to be a little disordered. He could not help but chuckle. He kissed him several more times in succession until he got tired of kissing him and reached out to push him away.

"Baby, anything you want."

Qi Yang stretched out his hand and pressed somewhere on him, smiling harmlessly: "Meng Meng, stand up... huh? Really stand up?"

Ren Yi: “…”

It is often said on the Internet that voice control can find paradise in the voice of the "Siren". Ren Yi does not have any fetishes, but he can't help but be fascinated by his voice.

Especially when he was just chatting casually, he would unconsciously sound a little lazy and vague, like the whispers of a succubus.

It was fine before, but now that my body has recovered a little, it’s gradually becoming difficult to cope with.

"You're recovering quickly."

"Don't move."

Ren Yi resisted the urge to push him down on the bed, exhaled a breath of hot air, pulled his hand away, and pinched his cheek with a stern face. The delicate touch under his fingertips always made him reluctant to let go and wanted to take a bite.

Just as he was about to take action, he heard him ask, "Is there anything Uncle Yi is afraid of?"

Ren Yi was so amused by his jumping topic that he was about to say no, but his throat was blocked and blood and fire appeared in front of him again. He exerted a little force with his arms and nodded: "I'm afraid of losing it."

Qi Yang raised his hand and rubbed his head, coaxing him: "It's hard to say anything else, but judging from your age and physical condition, it's most likely that you will die first between us. At least you don't have to worry about losing me."

Ren Yi laughed and hugged him tightly in his arms, his chin resting lightly on the top of his head, but there was some sadness in his eyes.

He wanted his baby to live a long life, but he was also worried about his own death. What should he do when he was scared? Would he be sad alone?

In the past few years, he had wasted too much of his life.

Qi Yang couldn't hear his voice, so he twisted the soft flesh on his waist and asked, "Uncle Yi, are you thinking about something again? Like you're afraid that I'll die before you, or that you're afraid that I'll be left alone?"

Ren Yi responded.

He always hits the nail on the head.

"It's simple. If you die, I will sacrifice you."

Ren Yi's body stiffened, his arms tightened, and he wished he could rub him into his bones and blood. He sighed softly, "I can't bear to let him go."

"Then you try your best to survive me, and you sacrifice yourself for me."

"it is good."

It was really unlucky to say such things at an altitude of 10,000 meters, but fortunately the plane landed smoothly.

It was still early, so Qi Yang followed Ren Yi to meet Mr. Ren.

It would be inappropriate to visit the old man empty-handed for the first time, so Ren Yi sent a message to Xiao Pan and the others before getting on the plane, asking them to prepare a gift according to the old man's preferences.

The old man received the news in advance and was troubled for more than half an hour. He still didn't put on any airs and sat in the living room waiting, intending to see what kind of person could be so obsessed with his youngest son, who had been aloof for more than ten years.

When the two arrived, the butler and the servants greeted them at the door. The ceremony was so grand that it was almost a show of power.

After the greetings, the old man, wearing glasses on his nose, glanced at the gift box that Xiao Pan was holding. He said nothing, just asked the housekeeper to put it away, and then looked at the young man next to his youngest son.

He was about to complain, but his temper was instantly silenced.

He had preconceived notions that he would be a weak, charming and flamboyant boy, but after looking at the information the housekeeper brought yesterday, he discovered that he was completely different. His appearance was indeed very similar to the feeling given by his song.

Now that I have met him in person, I have to admit that my youngest son's vision is pretty good.

Although this child is not his ideal daughter-in-law, she looks exactly like his ideal grandchild and is adorable just by looking at her.

A full forehead, a round nose and fleshy cheeks indicate a very blessed face.

She has clear eyes, generous manners, and a straight posture. She wears a light gray wool coat with a warm white sweater underneath. She pays attention to keeping warm, but she also likes to be coquettish.

Yesterday he was wondering when his youngest son started to know the difference between cold and heat and how to wear a scarf. But when he saw the almost identical blue-gray plaid on the necks of both of them, he immediately knew.

Then he remembered the bad things his youngest son had done. The old man struggled for a while, but finally took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Qi Yang's pocket while pinching his nose.

"I don't know what you like, so let's do something cheesy. If this kid bullies you..." The old man felt that his words were a bit hot, and after a while he reluctantly continued, "Since you have decided to be together, just live well."

After Qi Yang took it, he thanked him politely, and didn't say anything like "we will" to hurt the old man's feelings.

It was not mealtime, and it was a bit difficult to kill time. The old man wanted to ask the two to go away and play by themselves, but it was a bit rude to leave the newcomers behind.

He struggled to recall the information he had read last night and asked, "I heard that you have good handwriting?"

Qi Yang reacted for a moment, and realized that it was still the same as before, "Number One in the World", and smiled obediently: "I know a little bit."

The old man had seen him swaggering around, and then seeing him being polite and humble, he felt something was wrong, so he tapped the ground with his cane and said, "Speak more firmly."

Ren Yi called out "Dad" with some dissatisfaction, but was glared back by the old man.

Qi Yang's expression remained unchanged: "To be modest, yes."

"Come on, follow me up and write two words for me to see."

Qi Yang watched the old man stand up tremblingly, while the housekeeper did not move, so he went to help him. As he followed him to the stairs, he turned back, blinked at Ren Yi, and smiled easily with pursed lips.

The old man glanced at his youngest son who was taking the elevator, with helplessness flashing in his eyes. He then looked at the young man next to him, slowly climbing the stairs with his help, and asked casually, "Why did you fall in love with that boy?"

Qi Yang thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if I like him, but I am really moved because he wrote and read love letters to me."

All the surprises the old man had over the past decade were probably concentrated in these two days.

My son can even say that he changed his sex for love, and he just wrote a love letter... That's bullshit, that bastard rarely sends him messages.

The old man's face was tense and his mouth was pursed into a zigzag line.

"He was too embarrassed to express himself, so he wrote it in French. Luckily I could understand it, otherwise it would have been a shame."

The old man naturally didn't ask his son what was written in his love letter, so he asked, "Besides French, what other languages ​​do you know?"

“I know a little bit of international common language, so I can communicate in a simple way.”

The old man snorted and laughed: "Really just a little?"

"My energy is limited, and I'm learning a lot of different things. If necessary, I might study in depth in the future."

The old man let the topic fall to the ground, glanced at the people who were already waiting at the stairs, covered his lips and coughed twice, and asked: "What do your parents think of your relationship?"

“They have experienced the pain of being dominated by their elders and respect our opinions.”

Old Master Ren frowned and glanced at him, thinking that this shouldn't be a hint at him, right? Why does Ren Yi say everything he wants?