Saving The Villain Boy

Yan Qiwei opened her eyes suddenly because of the pain. After seeing the layout of the room, she realized that she was back seven years later.

The first time I came back was because of a fever and a cold, and the second time was a sudden heart palpitation, which should be related to Liang Wei's heart disease. Traveling back to the medium seven years later... It is likely to be sick.

Two complicated memories in time and space were entangled in her mind. Yan Qiwei lay on the bed in a daze for a while, until she saw the mobile phone next to her before she threw herself up and sat up.

Tomorrow she will go out for dinner with Liang Xiao! !

The sleepiness and loss instantly disappeared. She glanced at her phone in a hurry. It was only 8 o'clock in the morning. As a nocturnal creature that appeared at night, Yan Qiwei hadn't seen the morning sun for a long time.

[Sisters! Tomorrow I will go out for dinner with him. Come to my house for an emergency combat meeting! ]

Xia Xi: [Received. Han Xingye must be still asleep, this person won't open his eyes until 12 o'clock noon. ]

[When I came, help me bring a bowl of scallion noodles from the store downstairs. I don’t know why I’m so hungry. ] Yan Qiwei typed quickly, [Remember, the same way! ]

Xia Xi was happy, and sent a meme that said ok: [Don't need green onion for noodles in scallion oil, know it. How could there be such a way of eating for the soul. ]

Yan Qiwei smiled lightly when she saw the news, and she couldn't help but remember the scene of her meal in the cafeteria with Liang Xiao when she was a teenager.

How serious is Liang Wei's illness? Why do those girls deliberately target Guo Mengmeng? What happened to Liang Xiao after she fainted?

These problems are destined to be unable to be resolved at this moment. She took a deep breath and patted her cheek. The top priority was how to politely and decently have dinner with her crush.

Xia Xi came very quickly. In addition to the noodles, she also held a yellowed old book in her hand. Yan Qiwei saw its title at a glance: "How to Conquer a Handsome Boy".

"Did you forget? I relied on it to chase my boyfriend in high school." Xia Xi opened the book triumphantly, "but the biggest reason is my personal charm."

Yan Qiwei ate the noodles in silence, not daring to comment.

This book from the 10s of the last century is extremely anti-human, covering almost all the ancient awkward routines. Xia Xi did delve into it when she was in high school, but the result was only a few terrible oolong games.

"I'll pick a paragraph to read for you. When you see a handsome boy, you suddenly approach him and say in a rough voice:'Sir, would you like to make friends with me?' If you do, you must It will frighten the other person and give people the worst impression. Therefore, this kind of reckless method should be avoided as much as possible. You should try to show feminine grace and use a harmonious and sweet tone to make him feel that he can know you as the same It was a very lucky thing that made him feel the gift of God when the two met. If this is the case, you can say that you have succeeded. Look at me and demonstrate it again—" Xia Xi cleared her throat while reading the book, and made a statement. The deputy wanted to refuse and greeted with a shy appearance, pinching his voice and whispering, "Mr. Liang, can we be friends?"

Her voice was sweet and soft, with a slightly trembling ending at the end of the sentence. Yan Qiwei was so tired of getting goosebumps, she waved her hand quickly: "Don't don't, you're not a friend, it's almost like you are going to be him directly."

"It's better than you are always counseling! If it wasn't for his mother to know you, Liang Xiao still doesn't know your name." Xia Xi hates iron for not making steel, and gently taps her fingertips on her forehead, "So What are your plans this time?"

Yan Qiwei immediately wilted: "If I have a plan, can I still call you two?"

"First of all, you have to prepare a makeup that is exquisite enough and not glamorous," Xia Xi glanced at her fluffy rabbit nightdress, frowning, "There is also a set of normal wear."

As a dancer, she is very good at matching makeup and costumes. She rolls up her sleeves and prepares to show off when she finishes talking.

Yan Qiwei has a gorgeous appearance, her peach blossom eyes are slightly curved, her pupils are white and clear, and her pupils are darker and darker, reflecting the amber-like bright color under the light, adding a bit of enchantment with a vigorous look.

"Don't wear too much makeup this time. With Liang Xiao's pure-hearted character, I should like the innocent little white rabbit a little bit more." Xia Xi looked at her entire face and smiled with satisfaction. "But you are really suitable for the coquettish style. I just watched an instructional video yesterday. It's still a long time anyway. Why don't we try it?"

She happened to be bored and nodded.

The good date preparation quickly turned into a cosmetics graffiti scene. Xia Xi was not very familiar with this makeup. She painted her eyeshadow as if she was bruised and swollen from her eyes.

Yan Qiwei was so happy that she broke the jar and applied the dark pink lipstick to her mouth. Her lips quickly became red and swollen, and the word "miserable" was exuding all over her body.

"If you go to see Liang Xiao like this, he will definitely never forget it." Xia Xi laughed and laughed, "I have helped you figure out the story and copywriting, so I will use the most classic presidential writing routine. Listen."

"Everyone in the imperial capital knows that Liang Xiaoqing, the president of Shenghua Group, is low-hearted and not close to women. Everyone thinks that he will not be moved by any woman in this life until one day!" She paused, pretending to be With an affectionate and excited look, he continued in an accented tone, "A news spread throughout the circle of the rich and powerful in the imperial capital. Liang Xiao, who is cold by nature, actually pressed Miss Yan Jia! On! Wall! On! Dear!"

Yan Qiwei coughed twice because of her face.

"I haven't finished yet, I have to add one more sentence-Yan Qiwei was kissed so weakly, holding her waist with one hand, the man is low and hoarse..."

"Stop!" She finally couldn't listen anymore, covering Xia Xi's mouth with a blushing face, "Where did you learn this stuff?"

"Fictions are written like this." Seeing her shy, Xia Xi blinked her eyes wickedly, "I have other routines. For example, the rebirth essay can be written like this-returning to the age of seventeen, Yan Qiwei made two determinations. One is Not to be vicious stepmother and sister. The second is to stay away from the violent young man and regain his life. Unexpectedly, Liang Xiao imprisoned her in a corner one day, and the evil spirit smiled:'Don't like me, huh?'"

As she talked, she laughed to herself, Yan Qiwei applauded convincingly: "Awesome. But don’t forget that in addition to romantic stories, there are literary works such as "To Live" and "Camel Xiangzi" and other realistic novels. Most people live in the second type."

There are many long-distance reunions, broken mirror reunions, and two-way secret love in romance novels. Cinderella and the prince have been played year after year, but how many come true in reality.

She paused for a while and said, "I'm so nervous."

Xia Xi knew that she was counseling, put her hands on Yan Qiwei's shoulders solemnly, and forced her to look at herself: "Don't worry, there is love expert Ms. Xia here. Let's simulate tomorrow's scene first, and you will take me. As Liang Xiao, the two of us have come to the restaurant to order."

As she said, she put her hands down, straightened her waist, and said, "Miss Yan, please order."

Yan Qiwei, who should cooperate with her, nodded blankly: "Well, yes, thank you Mr. Liang."

Then there was a silence.

Xia Xi scratched her head: "This...what else would Liang Xiao say?"

It was only the second time they met. Liang Xiao's understanding and favorability of her was almost zero. He was extremely cold-tempered, and he probably wouldn't take the initiative to look for topics.

It is even more unreliable to expect Yan Qiwei to break the embarrassment. When she faced Liang Xiao, her whole brain was in a state of fever and death, so there was no time and courage to talk to him.

"He will also say, I'm finished, let's go, and see you Miss Yan." She was defeated, lying on the sofa with a wailing cry, "Then the story ended perfectly, saving pen and ink and reading time."

"No way, no way, no way, you let me think about it again. There are so many gentle and elegant ladies around Liang Xiao, you must be unconventional to attract his attention." Xia Xi frowned and thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. , "At this time, we must refer to the universal romance novel! I helped you think of three kinds of personality -"

"First, gentle little sweetheart. Now the most popular is the combination of the black-bellied president and the soft fairy. You have to try to treat him with healing and love. I heard that Liang Xiao had a bad childhood. You can use this as an example. The entry point cares and comforts him."

Yan Qiwei shook her head: "But we are not familiar with each other at all. The second time we met, we poke the sore spot. This is not a little angel, but a love brain with no EQ. Besides, do you see my face like a little white flower? ?"

"Second, the fox-mei and enchanting type. This matches your looks very well, maybe Liang Xiao seems to be sitting still, but in fact...hehehe."

Yan Qiwei hurriedly shook her head again: "Farewell, there is such a senior in the university. She only met once and was blackmailed by him."

Xia Xi gritted her teeth: "Third, sand sculpture type. Don't be restrained, just go to him with the usual careless appearance. People may think you are pure and refined."

Yan Qiwei faintly pointed to the messy makeup on her face, as if she had just been beaten by a gang: "...Like this?"

Xia Xi glanced at her, couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

The two of them pondered for a long time and did not discuss the result. Just then the doorbell rang, and Xia Xi raised her eyebrows with a smile: "It must be Han Xingye. That guy has a lot of spooky ideas. See if there are any useful ideas. ."

"He is also unreliable, he must be unreliable."

Yan Qiwei sat up lazily from the sofa, roughly trimmed her tousled hair with her hands, and stepped on her slippers to open the door.

She and her friends are usually used to the drama, and now they just put on the makeup of ghosts and sorrows, and they intend to use this to amuse him.

So Yan Qiwei leaned her right hand on the wall next to the door, unscrewed the doorknob with her left hand, and said in an extremely pretentious tone: "How come you, die—"

The word "Ghost" was not uttered, and she was pressed back into her throat blankly.

Now her hair is messy, her makeup is amazing, and she is wearing loose pink rabbit pajamas; while Liang Xiao, who is standing outside the door, is dressed decently and her face is slightly heavy.

He frowned slightly.

"—Death is not the misfortune of the deceased, but the misfortune of the living." Yan Qiwei pretended to stare at him calmly, but in fact her legs were soft, and she said in a tone that didn't know where it was drifting, "this is what Mr. Lu Xun said."

As if to convince him, she insisted again: "Really."

The author has something to say: Lu Xun: I am not, I am not, whoever loves to say that.

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