Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Bang-!

The heat wave rolled up thick smoke, and flames shot up into the sky. Corpses scattered all over the ground were burning in the flames, emitting a pungent smell.

Hot lava was flowing slowly on the distant mountains, and the sky was dyed black and red by the raging fire, covering the world.

In the raging fire, a tall and handsome man was holding an unconscious stunning beauty in his arms. She was covered in blood, which had soaked the man's bright red clothes to a dark black like ink.

He gathered energy in one hand, opened his palm and slammed the ground. Instantly, spiritual power rushed towards the bloody man kneeling on the ground in front of him. The ground collapsed and the mountains were destroyed. A sea of ​​fire instantly turned into purgatory. The fire distorted the colors, and the trees on the mountains collapsed and fell like ruins.

"Heh... it's useless. Even if you kill me, there will be countless people who don't want her to live!"

"she--"

The blood man's words were stuck in his throat and were torn into blood mist by the spiritual power, and his soul was scattered.

The man withdrew his hand and hugged the beauty in his arms again. He didn't know whether it was heartache or physical pain that made the corners of his mouth tremble and his breathing heavy.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the beautiful woman's stunning face, as if he was brushing the only treasure in the world.

"Qingqing..."

"I will bear all the consequences of your karma in the future." He chuckled, "No one can hurt you again."

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He bit the tip of his index finger and drew an extremely complicated formation in the air. Then he bent down and hugged the person in his arms tightly, and kissed the corner of her mouth with his cracked lips.

In an instant, the fire raged, and in the distance, lava gushed out even larger red waves, engulfing the earth. The mountains and rivers trembled, and the whole place was devastated. The man in red and the beauty in his arms turned into points of light and gradually dissipated...

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"It's congenital...it's hard to cure..."

A conversation was heard outside the half-open door.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and onto the ground, kneading the shadows into clusters of flowers. The wind gently sways the tender leaves, turning the leaf shadows into a sea of ​​flowers.

A girl was sitting quietly in the study of a new-style villa with a tall cherry tree planted in the courtyard.

Jiang Qing sat obediently in the recliner, her autumn-water eyes fixed on the orange-yellow sunlight pouring onto the ground through the white window screens.

The window screens blown by the breeze gently lift up a soft arc, which is a rare dynamic in the quiet space.

This was in stark contrast to the frowning young couple outside the door and the well-dressed and stern-looking doctor.

Although they tried to speak in a low voice, Jiang Qing was a god with extraordinary five senses. If he really wanted to hear something, every word would be clear.

"Xiao Qi, isn't my smile standard?"

Jiang Qing was talking to the divine beast Xiao Qi in his mind.

Xiao Qi is a mythical beast. Jiang Qing has seen its full appearance in his sea of ​​consciousness. It looks like a Gouchen and has a deer shape, but it has no horn on its head. Its body exudes colorful light, and its facial expression is rich.

For some unknown reason, he had signed a spiritual contract with her, so he could take her through six thousand dimensions to complete the so-called mission.

She was still a baby when she first came to this small world. Xiao Qi said that it was to help her adapt to the new world, and then he said a lot more. Probably because babies have small brain capacity, Jiang Qing didn't want to remember much.

She only remembered that her emotions were forcibly stripped away, and now she could only get them back by drawing power from the world in six thousand planes.

She also needs to try her best to maintain the original world line of the small world, otherwise it will easily go wrong if it is discovered by the Heavenly Dao.

Although Jiang Qing lost her memories after her emotions were stripped away, she still has very strong perceptions.

Heaven?

It does not matter.

Deep down in her heart, she had no emotions towards the so-called Way of Heaven. This perception was not the result of being stripped of her seven emotions and six desires, but came from the powerful sixth sense that represented foresight and judgment deep in her bones.

But Xiao Qi seemed to be very afraid of Tian Dao, and from time to time he would find some literary and artistic works from the six thousand planes for her to observe and learn.

Fortunately, she has been in this dimension since she was a child, so she doesn't have to maintain her character too much. However, there is a price to pay for borrowing a body, and the price is that she needs to complete some tasks.

The mission of this world is to prevent this body's uncle Jiang Yan from overwork and premature death, and to prevent him from dying of depression because of the unrequited love for his childhood sweetheart Jing Ran, and to let his true feelings be known by the person he loves.

To be honest, Jiang Qing himself was not sure.

How can a person without emotions talk about love?

[Ahem… Qingqing, your smile is just too perfect! It's obviously fake! ]

The divine beast Xiaoqi is very disappointed with his failure to make good use of his talents.

Jiang Qing is smart enough to learn everything, but his imitation of emotions is really... very poor no matter what.

But, you can't blame her!

"Okay, I'll improve it."

When Xiao Qi wanted to say something else, three people with sad atmosphere outside pushed the door open and came in.

"My dear..." Mother Jiang, whose name was Cui Wanyu, was a real beauty. Under her slender eyebrows, her eyes were like autumn water. As soon as she came in, she hugged her gently, "Accompany mom to paint, okay?"

Jiang Qing looked up at Jiang's mother and nodded slightly.

Before the door closed, Jiang Qing clearly heard five words - emotional deficiency disorder.

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Time flows by quietly like flowing water, like a long melody, gently playing the passage of time. The sunlight shines through the window, sprinkling on the ground in patches, and the golden light and shadows change silently. The leaves outside the window sway gently in the breeze, and the swaying of each leaf seems to record the traces of time.

Jiang Qing went to high school in the changing seasons year after year. As she grew up, her temperament became more and more cold, her face was small and three-dimensional, her skin was white and delicate, as smooth as a freshly peeled egg. She had a pair of large almond-shaped eyes, clear and bright, as if she could see into people's hearts. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, adding a bit of agility to her cold eyes.

At that time, the only in-depth interaction between her and Jiang Yan was when Jiang Yan temporarily stayed at her house when he was in high school.

She has never forgotten it.

When Jiang Qing was five years old, her mother took her hand and looked down from the attic balcony railing.

A young man got off the car. His face had clear lines, and because it had not been shaped by the years, it showed a bit of childishness, but he already had an outstanding appearance.

His pair of peach blossom eyes are deep, his nose is straight and strong, giving people a feeling of indestructibility, and his mouth corners are slightly upturned, and he seems to be in a good mood.

Although he was only seventeen years old, he was already tall and straight, like a tall pine tree bathed in the sun. The simple white shirt on him made him look like he was wearing a fancy dress.

It’s Jiang Yan.

Jiang Qing's uncle.

In the early years, the Jiang family had a complicated system, but only the male descendants had been prosperous. In desperation, the grandfather of the Jiang family went to a master for divination and found a method, which was to adopt children with sisters in their destiny, so that the female generation could prosper.

In this way, Jiang Yan was adopted and had two brothers who were more than ten years older than him.

From the second year onwards, the Jiang family had several daughters, and Jiang Qing's aunt was one of them.

Somehow, Jiang Yan's face seemed to fit her aesthetic.

Although he is now heartless and has no desires, but when he sees Jiang Yan, he feels that he is more pleasing to the eye than others.

Because she was diagnosed with congenital emotional deficiency, she received even more endless love in the first seventeen years. Although she did not understand what love was, she could feel this deep affection that came from the blood connection and was engraved in her bones.

Ever since Jiang Qing entered her second year of high school, her father and mother, who were both artists, began to implement a laissez-faire plan. They asked Jiang Yan to look after her for them, while the couple went traveling around the world.

On the one hand, Jiang Qing has been trying to reassure them over the past decade. On the other hand, because she has stayed in this plane long enough and is a childhood sweetheart of the Son of Fortune, she has absorbed a certain amount of world power.

She could feel that spiritual power had been nourishing her soul in the past few years, but it suddenly stopped in the last two years.

Before she could figure out the reason, she met Jiang Yan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

He got out of the car parked in the courtyard. His former youthful appearance had completely faded away, replaced by the charm of a mature man.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark suit, with straight lines outlining his broad shoulders and muscular chest. The hem of the suit swayed gently with his steps, revealing a kind of unobtrusive elegance. The collar was slightly open, revealing the dark shirt underneath, and the delicate buttons at the collar shimmered in the sun.

The face has clear contours, and the lines are smooth and powerful. The childishness between the eyebrows has disappeared, revealing a deepness. The peach blossom eyes are left with ink-like deepness, which makes people dare not look deeply, as if once you stop, you will be deeply trapped in it.

When was the last time you saw me?

Jiang Qing was dazzled by Jiang Yan's face, as if he had seen him at the family gathering during the Spring Festival this year.

At that time, the two were far apart and Jiang Qing couldn't see clearly.

Jiang Yan went abroad to study after finishing high school. It is said that a lot of things happened abroad. I don’t know if it was the butterfly effect caused by Jiang Qing’s arrival. Many things happened outside the original world line, and even Xiao Qi had no way to find out.

Jiang Qing stepped forward, clasped his hands lightly in front of him, and looked calm and indifferent.

"Uncle."

Jiang Yan came to Jiang Qing again in the sunshine and handed over the gift box he had prepared long ago. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his deep peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

"Qingqing, a reunion gift."

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Brain storage!

The paper man has no moral values. After the author was in a book shortage, he decided to produce his own food and clothing.

A fan of melodramatic literature, I only write about the melodramatic and clichéd stories I like!

In this book, the heroine never needs to conquer the hero. The hero will conquer himself, and his favorability will be full from the beginning. The one he will fall in love with will only be the heroine herself and not her body in the original world.

Not counting slicing, it is the hero's soul that follows the heroine through every small world from beginning to end, and the heroine will be weakened in the early stage and will not appear very strong.

The big details will come back in the end, but the small details may be forgotten by me because this is a post without an outline...

Finally, I wish you all a happy meal!