Quick Wear: About the Things I Saved from the Villain

【In both cases, I am a different person to him.】

[If they don't believe me and run away without permission, I will be a time bomb that is unstable and cannot be communicated with. It will explode at any time and affect them.]

【But if it is the second one...】

[Although the idea is foolish and naive, for a well-protected sickly girl, it can barely be called a pure heart. ]

[Xiao Qi, do you think it is easier for them to accept a fool who may run away and cause trouble at any time, or a rational, calm and communicative fool? ]

In fact, both situations are understandable. Anyway, for someone like Song Cibai, both behaviors are equally stupid.

All Tangli needs to do is change his image from the first to the second.

Her strategy hasn't even begun yet, so she can't block her own path, right?

777 half-believed and half-doubted: [But Song Cibai is not someone who can be fooled so easily, right? ]

of course not.

Song Cibai looked at the girl with tears in her eyes and chuckled.

"Since Miss had originally planned to go back, why did she change her mind midway?"

Having said this, the girl seemed to be somewhat self-loathing, with a shadow covering her brows.

"Because I don't want to die..."

In the small room, she spoke with an unwilling tone, and compared to the cowardice when she said this before, it seemed like there was something more.

"I don't want to die! Why should I die?!"

She held her face and tears streamed down her face.

"What kind of inexplicable treasure is this? I have no idea. Why do you have to drag me into this?"

The choked voice ended with a murmur.

"I haven't...got a good look at my dad for the last time..."

Yes, if you can live a good life, who would really want to die?

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the girl's soft sobs after her breakdown.

Song Cibai stood beside the bed, his eyes flickering as he watched the helpless and collapsed girl in front of him.

“No, you won’t die.

His slightly hoarse voice carried a heavy promise. He bent down and gently placed his big hand on the top of the girl's head.

"I promise."

The tall and handsome man and the weak and pitiful girl looked at each other silently, one with a slight warmth in his eyes and the other with tears in the corners of his eyes. The sunlight shone into the room through the window, slowly overlapping their shadows.

...

Tang Li sat on the bed and watched Song Cibai leave the room, her bloodless lips slightly pursed.

[Host, does Song Cibai really believe what you said? ]

Tang Li took the porridge he had just bought and ate it in small bites.

【of course not.】

[Do you think Song Cibai is stupid? ]

【and you......】

The plastic spoon tapped gently on the edge of the bowl, and Tang Li chuckled.

[Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter. As long as he receives my signal, it's fine.]

signal?

777 was confused.

In the living room outside the door, Song Cibai was leaning lazily on the sofa, his fingertips were a little bloodshot, and his half-closed eyes were blurred in the slowly rising white mist.

"Boss," the scarred man in black frowned, "There are more and more people out there looking for Miss Tang. Are we sure we still want to take her with us?"

Their headquarters is abroad. Although they can mobilize manpower in the country, there are still restrictions. It will cost a lot to escape with people when being hunted by 90% of the forces.

It would be fine if all this was worth it, but Miss Tang doesn't believe them at all, so why does she have to be such a goody-goody?

Song Cibai didn't say anything. He stared at the scarlet spot on his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking.

On the other side, A Xi, who had just treated Tang Li's illness, also followed suit to persuade him.

"Boss, actually the favor that Boss Tang had with us was already paid off by taking Miss Tang out of the villa. There is no need for us to get involved in this mess now."

Song Cibai listened to the persuasion of his two subordinates, but for some reason the girl's unwilling eyes kept flashing through his mind.

".......I don't want to die......"

"Boss?"

"Look again."

He put out his cigarette and spoke solemnly while looking at the two people in confusion.

"I know better than anyone whether Boss Tang's deal with me is a deal or a favor. If I take the little girl from the relatively safe villa to the dangerous outside world, it can be regarded as a way to offset the favor..."

"I don't want to hear it again."

A trace of shame flashed across Ah Xi's face, and he lowered his head awkwardly: "Yes."

"Let's wait and see if she does anything else..."

Song Cibai's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "Just send her back to the Tang family."

Compared to Boss Hu and his people, Qi Shen, who had swallowed up all of Boss Tang's power, would not kill everyone if he still had a trace of guilt.

Of course he hoped that...she wouldn't do anything irrational or stupid again.

Hearing this, Tangli was satisfied and asked 777 to turn off the screen, with a slightly raised tone.

[Look, isn’t this redemption? ]

777 typed several [666] expressionlessly

[Now, it’s time to strike while the iron is hot and make a presence felt. ]

Tang Li put the bowl aside, stood up and walked barefoot on the floor.

"Squeak."

The sound of a door opening was heard, and several people who were discussing other matters in the living room looked over.

The girl was wearing a white dress and her skin was as white as snow. Her black hair was draped behind her neatly. She did not look aggressive at all. Her small feet were on the floor. Perhaps she was not used to being stared at by so many people, so her toes were curled up nervously.

Because of crying before, the slightly red almond eyes were moist and were looking at them timidly.

Where had these rough old men in the living room ever seen such a delicate, doll-like girl?

Suddenly I looked at the sky and counted the floor, feeling uncomfortable all over.

The ash fell off the cigarette that was lit by his fingertips, and the slight burning pain woke Song Cibai up. His dark eyes sank slightly, and he spoke calmly to Asi and the others.

"You guys go out first."

"Yes."

Asi and his companions were rescued and fled the scene.

The door of the living room was closed again, and Song Cibai looked at Tang Li.

"Come and sit."

Tang Li walked over as he was told and sat down in a place farthest away from him.

Song Cibai didn't mind. His eyes, which could not tell the emotion, moved across her feet, and then he looked away as if he was burned by the whiteness of her feet.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes, miss?"

"...no shoes."

The girl pinched the hem of her skirt and whispered, "The shoes I had earlier were gone."

When she came, she had only one shoe on her foot, and when she woke up in the room, there was no pair of shoes around her.

Song Cibai frowned slightly and took a deep breath. His voice and sight became blurred in the smoke.

"Sorry, I'll have it delivered later."

"Trouble..."

Song Cibai nodded, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl frown slightly and cough slightly while covering her mouth.

The fingertips holding the cigarette paused, and the action of flicking the ash turned into putting it out.

He forgot...Miss Jiao's body is almost like a porcelain doll.