My host is cold and scumbag

Qi Ni's comic career began to get on track. In Qi Ni's paintings, he showed everything he wanted to do with Miss Zhao and their daily life. The editor he signed a contract with was a very lovely girl. She was very interested in the real Miss Zhao. After four months of serialization of the comic and one month of signing the contract, the editor came to Yunnan for a trip.

Qi Ni couldn't resist the editor's request and invited the young editor home for dinner.

Miss Zhao seemed to be a little cold towards him recently. It cannot be said that she was not cold at other times, but recently, she was even colder. The most obvious thing was that she could only see Miss Zhao when she was sleeping.

After almost two years of living together, Qi Ni seemed to have gotten used to Miss Zhao's idleness. He did not pursue the question of why Miss Zhao did not work, which was not a big deal to him. In fact, if he could support Miss Zhao, it would be something he would be more than happy to do.

But he never knew what Miss Zhao was doing when she was not at home.

Miss Zhao hadn't eaten the food he cooked for a long time, and the time he had to wait for her to come home was getting longer and longer. Although Miss Zhao still did not refuse when he asked for a hug and kiss at this time, he just felt like something had changed.

When the young editor saw Qi Ni, he pinched Qi Ni's face and praised her for a long time, saying, "You look exactly like the ideal type of a docile little puppy in my mind. You are so cute, so cute."

Qi Ni smiled shyly and invited the editor to come to the table for dinner.

The editor looked around but couldn't find her, so he asked quietly, "Where's your Miss Zhao?"

Qi Ni's smile faded upon hearing this, and she whispered, "I haven't gone home yet."

The editor was very disappointed. But he didn't force anything. What was Zhao Xinyun doing at this time? She was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, watching the person who suddenly appeared outside his villa, half of his face was in the shadow, and his expression was not appropriate.

The system asked: Aren’t you leaving yet?

Can't stay?

The system said indifferently: Not really, I'm just reminding you.

The two people who were having dinner in the villa heard the doorbell. Qi Ni sat up in surprise. The moment he opened the door, he felt as if a bucket of water was poured over his head. His whole body began to tremble and he looked embarrassed.

The editor came over curiously: "What's wrong, Qi Ni?"

A pair of clean sneakers first caught the eye, and then he walked into the entrance slowly with slender straight sweatpants and a grand brand logo. He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. The man was lazy and noble. When he came in, he first glanced at the editor, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then lowered his head and looked at the stiff Qi Ni with a bad look.

"You're not picky about anything." The man walked into the cozy little villa full of life, frowned in disdain, and said mercilessly: "You are such a lowly person and deserve such a lowly place. I've raised you for so many years with good food, drink and shelter, and this is all you pursue?"

The editor seemed to sense that the man was not well-intentioned, so she asked, "Who are you?"

The man ignored me, turned around and stretched out his hand to pinch Qi Ni's chin, staring at Qi Ni with contempt, looking at her for a long time, and smiled: "Well raised, much more interesting than before."

"Hmm~" He hummed long and deep, but his eyes were mean and lewd, as if he wanted to see through Qi Ni's clothes. Finally, he said with a click of the tongue: "It's a pleasant surprise to come to Yunnan. Not bad, not bad."

The editor was shocked and shouted, "Don't mess around, I'm calling the police."

At this time, several bodyguards in black appeared outside the door and rudely pressed the editor onto the sofa.

Qi Ni looked at the man fiercely and said, "What do you want to do?"

Qi Ni's eyes seemed to please the man, and he became more interested. He licked his lower lip, and Qi Ni was almost disgusted and about to go crazy. The man spoke maliciously again: "It's really strange. I have played with you for so many years, how can you still like women? You are really a slut..."

Before he could finish his words, a fist gust of wind came towards him.

Qi Ni is no longer the weak and powerless boy. He now has the normal strength and physique of an adult man, so it is natural for him to fight back. The man bumped into the shoe cabinet in the entrance. He reacted and showed a fierce look. He stared at Qi Ni and was about to tear her to pieces.

But in the end, he just wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and poked it with the tip of his tongue, regaining his confident look. He put his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and said lazily: "Hey, it's fun. You are much more fun now."

He tilted his head and then laughed: "It's okay, I'll come visit you next time, mistress."

He looked at Qi Ni's trembling body, turned around and left with satisfaction.

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Zhao Xinyun looked at the people who were leaving in a mighty manner. The night breeze was gentle and the sound of a lighter rang out, illuminating Zhao Xinyun's dark eyebrows.

"I have to remind you again that this is the most important person in the growth path of the Son of Luck. He still has several decades of life left. Although he ended up badly, it is not something that ordinary people can mess with at this time. Especially you, with your fate, you are born to be hostile to your relatives and yourself, and you have low luck and short breath. Once we meet, you will be a scumbag."

After burning out a cigarette, Zhao Xinyun got out of the car and returned to the villa. At this time, the editor was comforting Qi Ni who was in a trance. When Qi Ni heard the door open, he was sad at first. Miss Zhao could have opened the door directly when she got home, so why did she ring the doorbell? He was too stupid, too stupid.

He called softly, "Miss Zhao."

He staggered up from the sofa, walked in front of Zhao Xinyun, and hugged Zhao Xinyun's waist. Zhao Xinyun looked down at the panicked Qi Ni, then nodded to the editor, and the editor left wisely.

The door closed. Qi Ni couldn't control his fear. He hugged Zhao Xinyun tightly and trembled, "Miss Zhao, let's go, let's run away, please, take me away, please, Miss Zhao."

He was so afraid to leave Miss Zhao. He was not afraid of that man, but he was afraid that he would implicate Miss Zhao. Any man who was insidious and cruel would definitely not let Miss Zhao go.

"Please, please take me away, please, Miss Zhao." Qi Ni's eyes were red. But Zhao Xinyun knew it was too late.

Zhao Xinyun could only touch the back of Qi Ni's head to comfort her.

In fact, the best way now is to leave Qi Ni behind and leave by herself. After all, Qi Ni cannot escape the life of being an irrelevant cannon fodder. The system is unwilling to interfere, and she does not have the ability to do so.

The system won't help her either.

He is a judge who is high above, and the ultimate goal of his existence is to stabilize the balanced development of all worlds. Qi Ni was originally a minor character. What's the point of saving her? Zhao Xinyun sacrificed herself to accompany him for the rest of his life, so where can he escape to?

It will only make those people play the cat and mouse game more viciously. In the end, who will be happy? Who will be in pain?

The Luck that can cover the sky with its hands and eyes does not care about the gravel when building stone steps for the Son of Luck.

"Miss Zhao. Miss Zhao." Qi Ni buried her head in Zhao Xinyun's neck fiercely. Her hand grasped the back of Qi Ni's neck, and finally she whispered: "Let's go, let's go now."

Give it a try, just in case.