In the world of dragons, only I am not attacked

Chapter 132 Gardenia Wei
The security guard opened the iron gate of the villa.

Zhi Ziwei walked along the central position of the long green belt to the open golden gate of the villa.

Just stepped into an empty luxury villa.

Immediately a nanny came up to receive her, "Miss, why did you come back, the master and wife have already eaten with the young master, I'll go and warm up the dishes for you, let's eat first."

After all, Jiangnan is a land of fish and rice, and rich businessmen are everywhere. Even so, Zhi Ziwei's father, Zhi Lilin, is considered a well-known wealthy businessman in Jiangnan, and his family has billions of dollars in assets.

In the past, he worked hard with Zhi Ziwei's mother to create a fortune.

At the beginning, I was obsessed with work and didn't think about having children, just Zhi Ziwei's love accident, and then I thought that such a family business must have a son to inherit it.

When a man reaches middle age, he has three great joys. He gets rich, gets promoted, and his wife dies. He meets two people.

So it continued, married a young and beautiful female star, and gave birth to a younger brother, Xiao Zhiziwei, who is 8 years old.

Coupled with Zhi Ziwei's own condition, congenital heart disease.

Zhi Ziwei's mother worked hard with Zhi Lilin back then, and the root cause of the disease was caused, which led to Zhi Ziwei's premature birth. She has been in poor health since she was a child, and she went to the best hospital to see her. There is no solution in the world. The doctor asserted that she would not live to be 20 years old.

Zhi Lilin naturally regarded his younger son, the future heir of the family, as a treasure, holding it in his hands for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting.

Generally speaking, the family will wait for the last person to eat together.

Not as it is now.

Zhi Ziwei sat upright in front of the rectangular dining table on the first floor, holding jade chopsticks, looking at a table full of beautiful and expensive dishes, but she had no desire to eat.

She thought it would be better to sit in front of the small vendor with Li Chenguang in the afternoon, talking and laughing, drinking milk tea and eating stinky tofu.

Nearly 50-year-old nanny Zhang Zimei wore a scarf and brought up the last plate of braised prawns. She smiled flatteringly and said, "Miss, it's all hot, let's eat it while it's hot."

"Aunt Mei, sit down and eat together."

"No, no, I'll eat it after you've finished eating. It's a pity to throw it away. I bought so many at once. They are all the dishes that the young master likes to eat..."

After Zhang Zimei finished speaking, she realized something was wrong. Looking at the table, there were braised prawns, sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy chicken diced, and fried chicken wings.

Although a lot of vegetables were left for Zhi Ziwei, Zhi Ziwei couldn't eat anything that was too greasy, too spicy, or too cold because of her heart disease.

These big fish and meat are the young master's favorite dishes.

There was no Zhi Ziwei's food today.

"Damn me for forgetting."

Zhang Zimei slapped herself lightly, "I'll pick out the chili later."

"It's okay, Aunt Mei, don't bother, I'll finish eating soon, just eat whatever you want, I've eaten outside."

Zhi Ziwei smiled kindly, picked up the chopsticks, sat alone at the dining table, and began to eat.

This empty restaurant seemed too quiet and spacious for her petite.

Zhang Zimei originally wanted to say, eat fast, and I can catch up with the master, wife, and young master to go to Lingyuan Lake to set off fireworks at seven o'clock.

After thinking about it, I shut up again.

It seems that they are not called Zhi Ziwei.

I shouldn't talk too much.

Zhi Ziwei maintained her usual eating frequency, finished her meal silently with small mouthfuls, and then came to the triangular staircase on the second floor in the middle of the villa.

Elegant Nordic-style villas, even the walls are hung with many expensive calligraphy and paintings, the floor is covered with expensive red carpets, and the railings in the corridors are all carved from precious wood.

Just as Zhi Ziwei was about to go up, she found her father Zhi Lilin, stepmother He Mengqi, and younger brother Zhi Jiajin coming down from upstairs.

Zhi Lilin is in his 40s, tall and slender, with a mustache and a refined and handsome appearance.

He Mengqi has a hot body, wearing a low-cut dress with a short skirt, showing her sexy thighs, and she is very sexy and charming.

Zhi Jiajin is 11 years old, with a chubby face, a chubby little man, about the same height as Zhi Ziwei, and already surpassing Zhi Ziwei in weight, hangs on Zhi Lilin's body, and refuses to get down to walk.

"Oh, you are so old, go by yourself."

"No, I want my father to hug me~~~"

"You little lazy pig."

"Daddy hug~~"

"Okay, I really can't help you."

He Mengqi chimed in, "Don't tire Dad out."

The four met at the corner in the middle of the stairs.

"Father, Aunt He."

"I'm back."

Zhi Lilin nodded.

He Mengqi greeted with a smile, "Good evening, have you had dinner yet?"

"Ate."

"That's good, it's cold, keep warm."

"Ah."

The four passed by.

Zhi Ziwei went upstairs silently.

After walking seven or eight stairs, Zhi Lilin remembered that he was standing on the stairs with Zhi Jiajin in his arms, and turned his head to look at Zhi Ziwei, "By the way, Jiajin scored 71 points in the test and made great progress. Set off fireworks to celebrate, do you want to come too?"

"I still need to read books."

Zhi Ziwei shook her head.

"That's fine."

"Father, hurry up, hurry up."

"Okay, okay, don't rush, you are too heavy, Dad can hardly walk."

"It's dad, you have no strength, dad is so weak."

"What, then Dad must show you my strength."

Watching the three of them leave all the time, watching Zhi Lilin holding Zhi Jiajin leaving from the gate, Zhi Ziwei recalled, as if she had never been hugged like this since her mother was gone.

Suddenly, I was very envious.

She walked slowly to her room on the second floor.

The room is large, warm and elegantly decorated, the overall color is warm pink and light blue, and there are many cute gadgets hanging on the wall.

Entering the door is a girly pink desk, bookcase, warm big bed with soft bedding, a lazy sofa for one person, and beautiful curtains hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, rustling with the wind blowing, outside the window Beside the bamboo and rattan hanging chair, there are some green flowers.

Zhi Ziwei first sat at the desk and read a book, then sat next to the computer desk, connected to the Internet, and then lay down on the bed and chatted with her good friend for a while, explaining why she didn't go to class the next afternoon.

But I only said that because of some special circumstances, I went out to play with boys.

She explained a little bit about the absurd experience she had in the afternoon, because no one would have thought that such a well-behaved and docile student like Zhi Ziwei would actually skip class.

Or go out with a boy.

Best friend Su Tingting's jaw dropped in shock.

I sent her several question marks and made a video call to confirm that she was not scammed.

Just come up.

"Is the money still there? Is there any money in the bank card? You haven't been abducted into a strange mountain. Are you alone now? Take a photo with your mobile phone and I'll see if anyone threatens you, so I can call the police, right? , is your virginity still there?"

"..."

Zhi Ziwei's pretty face turned pink, and she replied coquettishly, "It's not what you think."

But she didn't know how to explain it specifically, she was an npc's business.

The startled look of her friend reassured her, and she couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, "You're too exaggerated, it's not like that at all."

It took her a lot of effort to explain it to her friend.

Although my friends still don't believe it.

Such a cute, docile and kind-hearted Zhi Ziwei was actually taken out by the boy she met on the first day to skip class and go shopping and watch a movie, "Why don't we go test the bodily fluids, there is a high probability that we have been drugged."

"It's really not like that. He saved me. He's a good man."

"A good man puts a label on his face. Let me tell you what kind of man is a good man. Only a man who can't breathe is a good man. But any man who can breathe will just want to put you on the bed and have sex with you. Don't be fooled."

"Not at all."

It would take hours for the two of them to talk on the phone.

Zhi Ziwei hurriedly hung up after explaining a bit, she still had the habit of writing a diary, she went to bed early after writing, her body did not allow her to stay up late.

Sitting in front of the desk, holding a ballpoint pen in his small jade palm to record.

On November 11, the weather was fine.

Met a very strange boy today.

When he almost fell from upstairs, he was pulled up by him regardless of his body.

When I saw him jumping over to pull me, and almost fell, I felt like my heart was about to jump out.

I don't know why he fights so hard.

It's like he doesn't know why I went out on purpose.

Only I know, when an idea popped into my head.

If it falls... will it be fine, it won't hurt, and it won't cause trouble to others.

Since I was a child, I can hear the thoughts in other people's hearts. I know that I am a superfluous person, and I am superfluous everywhere.

Dad, aunt, brother.

They all felt that I was redundant and troublesome, and they kept taking me to see a doctor. They knew that it was impossible to get cured, but they still pretended to be concerned and stayed with me.

It wasn't me they cared about, it was their reputation, and I heard them say, if only I'd die soon and never come home.

I'm just a troublemaker.

Looking downstairs at that time, I suddenly thought that maybe it would be better to die, and then someone bumped into me a little, and I took the initiative to go up.

That was the first time in my life that I mustered up the courage to do something, which was to die.

Anyway, everyone seems to have forgotten who I am.

Home...it's their home, not mine.

My home is at my mother's.

But he tried his best to pull me back.

He almost fell too.

At the moment I was pulled up, I cried desperately.

They all thought I was crying in fear.

Actually no, it’s been so many years, and I’m 19 this year, I’m ready for death.

Not afraid.

I cried at the time because I felt remorse, frustration, and self-blame for my despicableness, stupidity, and ignorance. I almost hurt him and failed my mother's expectations of me.

My mother always said, I want to be healthy and happy, and I hope that I will be happy every day, and she also wants to watch me get married and enter the palace of marriage.

I actually thought of committing suicide, so that I could go there quickly and see my mother.

I was so mean and so stupid.

His glasses broke, and I went and bought a pair of the same ones to compensate him.

I have never dared to take the initiative to talk to boys. I know that as long as I face boys, I will hesitate and say nothing.

But I don't know why, the moment I saw his eyes, I was able to speak.

Very fluent, at least for me, because I'm actually better at typing than speaking.

I heard some of his heartfelt thoughts, pure, positive, and happy.

Then, he took me to skip class and told me that I was an npc.

In fact, I don't quite understand what an npc is.

Anyway, it's just a false person, a program, a repeated reincarnation.

If I die, the procedure will start all over again.

I thought at the time, isn't that great.

Then I can start again, the life I used to live with my parents, although not rich, was very happy.

And if I'm an NPC, I don't feel guilty about dying, and I won't cause trouble for others.

He said that when he leaves and others come in, the time here will be reborn again, and the same plot will be staged again.

very nice.

He said that I need to issue a task to him so that he can have a chance to leave here.

Tasks are usually things I want to do.

I thought very hard, and I told him that there was nothing I wanted to do.

I lied again.

I have got.

I thought of love at that time, because I heard them say that love is sweet and sour, and I look forward to tomorrow's arrival every day, and my heart will be pounding every time I meet, and I can't help but miss him when I don't see him for a while.

I don't know what it's like to be in love, and I probably never will.

Because I'm leaving, I can't hurt other people.

But when he said that, I wondered again.

I pretended not to understand, talked and laughed with him, and bought a second cup of milk tea at half price for couples. We drank milk tea and ate stinky tofu together on the street, and then watched movies together.

Because of what couples can do, that's all I think of.

I originally wanted to do the same as other girls said, when watching a movie, I pretended to be afraid and leaned in his arms to try.

But I think too much, there is no need to pretend at all.

He picked a super scary horror movie that was so scary that it would scare the guts out of people. I didn't even dare to watch it.

My only thought at the time was that I would also choose a movie that was a hundred times scarier than this one to get revenge on him and scare him to death.

I can’t stop watching it. The voices of people around me let me clearly understand the content of the horror movie. It’s really scary.

After watching it, I sat on the public seat with dizzy eyes, leaned my head on his shoulder, and watched the couples coming and going outside.

There is no heartbeat, or the feeling of heart pounding,

Maybe it's because it's not love after all.

He's a good guy, and I could hear his thoughts throughout.

When I said that I wanted to see a large field of gardenias bloom, he thought that he has the ability to make the flowers bloom, but that would be a waste of his precious only chance to summon the Clock of Soul, which he will use to save his life in the future He lied to me that there was no other way, and even felt guilty about it, and bought a lot of food to compensate me.

I don't quite understand what the Quartered Soul Clock is, but I really want to tell him that it was just a casual sentence I said, and it's me who should say I'm sorry.

A casual sentence made him feel uncomfortable.

But I still didn't say it.

I can’t always speak, because I’m not good at speaking, I’m only good at writing.

He is really a very good, very good person, very gentle, considerate, and kind-hearted. He always wants to take care of me and protect me along the way. When crossing the road, he will take the initiative to walk outside to protect me. I.

He thought to himself, like her sister, I need protection all the time.

I think that's good, it makes me feel warm in my heart.

However, there is really no feeling like a racing heart.

Maybe he is a little bit fat. I once dreamed that my lover would be handsome, gentle and handsome, with a warm smile like sunshine. If he was a little thinner, he might feel a little in love.

I'm so greedy.

I like the way he looks at me, like an invisible hand caressing my head.

Maybe I will never know what love is like again.

Later he showed me what he could do, which I didn't really care about, but he was really good.

He said that he would come to me tomorrow, and said that he might have to get a good impression to trigger the mission.

In the game, you can only accept hidden missions if you have enough NPC favorability.

Doubt that my favorability for him is too low?

The so-called favorability is the degree to which I like him.

Although I don't know if it is true, but I will try my best to help, he said he needs me.

Need me very much!

I love the feeling of being needed and will try again.

So I suggest him to lose some weight, then I will definitely like him more...

I don't know why, but I'm already looking forward to what I'm going to do tomorrow.

I have to think about it, what else do I want to do but dare not do, many of them are bad things like skipping class and dating like today.

There are also many things that are too embarrassing and shameless, and will be laughed at by Tingting, so I have to pretend to say them casually.

Hmm I'll have to think again.

I'm such a bad boy.

Already looking forward to it.

It's late, it's time to go to bed.

Good night, Zhiziwei!

I really look forward to tomorrow coming soon, but skipping classes is not allowed, Zhi Ziwei, the teacher will call Dad...

(End of this chapter)