Blame The Villain For Being Too Beautiful

When Zhao Qingyu woke up, his head was still a little groggy.

Gentle strength came from the temples on both sides, and the faint fragrance of herbs lingered around her. Someone gently massaged her acupuncture points, and lowered her head and asked, "Is it better?"

Zhao Qingyu recognized the voice.

Thinking of everything that happened before the coma, Zhao Qingyu's eyelashes trembled, and she nodded slightly: "It's much better! Thank you, Xu Yi."

Song Xuyi looked at Zhao Qingyu, who was even more fragile because of her pale face, and pursed her lips slightly.

Even after reaching this point, Zhao Qingyu still had the polite and gentle appearance that Song Xuyi was familiar with. This woman had already carved her pretense into her bone marrow.

Zhao Qingyu's manager has already told Song Xuyi everything that Zhao Qingyu has encountered recently.

Listening to the manager's narration, the system in his mind was also rarely silent.

This is not stated in the synopsis. In the plot summary, Zhao Qingyu is an actress with infinite beauty, who has rejected the pursuit of countless people, as elegant and noble as a black swan.

However, Zhao Qingyu in front of her...

Different from the hero Song Jun, who is born with an outstanding family background, Zhao Qingyu has to go through a lot of hardships in order to grow into a villain who has the strength to compete with the hero's company.

And the director's training on Zhao Qingyu was also to some extent related to Song Xuyi's neglect of Zhao Qingyu during this period.

The original body's love for Zhao Qingyu has lasted for many years. For Zhao Qingyu who started at the beginning, the unruly and willful Princess Song's love has indeed helped Zhao Qingyu avoid many disputes invisibly.

After knowing the whole story, Song Xuyi felt a little guilty: During this period of time, he was busy with his studies, so he really ignored Zhao Qingyu.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to make amends.

Song Xuyi sighed, pressed Zhao Qingyu's acupuncture points for a while, took the millet porridge handed over by the foreman, and carefully scooped a spoonful to Zhao Qingyu's lips: "It's the first time I make porridge, how about you taste it? "

Even though he asked like this, Song Xuyi knew that the porridge he cooked should taste good. Although the original body had never been in the kitchen, in Song Xuyi's memories, in order to take care of his grandmother who had a bad stomach, the eighteen-year-old Song Xuyi often boiled all kinds of porridge. All kinds of porridge.

This is also what Song Xuyi thinks she can do for Zhao Qingyu now: she really can't put on the fanatical expression she had when she saw Zhao Qingyu, but she can show that she cares about Song Xuyi through other things.

Zhao Qingyu looked up at Song Xuyi.

Song Xuyi's expression was extremely calm, the pretentious tension and excitement faded away, and there seemed to be a bit of guilt in Song Xuyi's eyes...

What is she apologizing for?

Zhao Qingyu glanced at the foreman behind Song Xuyi. The foreman couldn't control the dumbfounded expression on his face. Through the half-open door of the ward, Zhao Qingyu saw the director's flickering gaze outside the ward...

"Thank you for your promise."

Zhao Qingyu's eyes flickered slightly, he smiled, and took a sip of porridge with his head down.

In her heart, she didn't want to have anything to do with the Song family, but the momentum brought to her door was not in vain.

only…

Zhao Qingyu raised his head, looked at the few red dates in the millet porridge, and pursed his lips: The porridge cooked by the little princess of the Song family was unexpectedly sweet.

After feeding Zhao Qingyu the porridge spoon by spoon, Song Xuyi also heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Xuyi had already figured it out when Zhao Qingyu was in a coma: she didn't have much confidence in persuading Zhao Qingyu to give up attacking the male lead, but in order to successfully complete the task, Song Xuyi decided to take the next best thing—to get close to Zhao Qingyu and understand Zhao Qingyu's dynamics.

What's more, Zhao Qingyu, who bowed his head and drank porridge, seemed too well-behaved and harmless...

Zhao Qingyu's appearance gave Song Xuyi courage.

"Sister Qingyu," Song Xuyi squatted in front of Zhao Qingyu, bravely looking directly into Zhao Qingyu's eyes amidst the encouragement of the system "Xu Yi, come on": "We have met so many times, should we add our contact information? ?”

"You sweep me or I sweep you..."

Zhao Qingyu raised his head.

The girl's voice was clear, and there was still baby fat on her face. Baba looked at her with eyes...

This kid suddenly became more courageous, so what is she thinking?

A smile flashed across the depths of Zhao Qingyu's eyes, and those extremely beautiful eyes were shining brightly because of this smile, which made the red moles at the end of her eyes seem to come alive, and her whole person was full of charm in an instant...

The child's face... seemed to be red again.

Zhao Qingyu narrowed his eyes.

In fact, Song Xuyi also asked Zhao Qingyu's contact information before, but I don't know why, probably after being ill, he felt more relaxed. In the past, Song Xuyi's arrogance and obsession only made Zhao Qingyu feel bored, but this time Zhao Qingyu did not feel any disgust in his heart Come…

"Scan me!" Zhao Qingyu heard herself speak softly, took the phone handed over by the manager at the side, and opened the QR code—

Song Xuyi took a deep breath, scanned the QR code hastily, lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Qingyu again, and tried hard to reduce the heat on his cheeks, but he couldn't...

How could Zhao Qingyu laugh so wickedly? !

If Zhao Qingyu's smile looked like a mask before, Song Xuyi can be sure that Zhao Qingyu just took off the disguise in front of her, and she was smiling sincerely...

That smile made Song Xuyi's heart, which he thought had calmed down, beat violently again.

Song Xuyi secretly cursed at himself for not living up to expectations, while forcing himself to restrain his mind, he looked down at Zhao Qingyu's WeChat on his phone.

After she finished asking, she remembered that Yuanshen had also asked Song Xuyi's WeChat before, but Zhao Qingyu pushed her away after hitting soft nails a few times, but she didn't expect that she would successfully add Zhao Qingyu this time.

Zhao Qingyu's WeChat name is a simple 'Zhao', and her profile picture is a photo of her back—the back of a woman holding a little girl among flowers.

"Is this you as a child?"

Song Xuyi's eyes flickered, and he turned his head and pointed to the little girl's back to inquire without a trace: "This little girl is very cute at first glance."

This back photo looks like it has been around for some years, and Song Xuyi intuitively felt that this photo should have a special meaning to Zhao Qingyu.

Zhao Qingyu looked at the photo in Song Xuyi's cell phone and nodded, as if being stung by something suddenly, the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly, but his voice was still full of laughter: "You can see from a back that' Cute 'come?"

But he acquiesced to the fact that the little girl was himself.

"Because you look so good-looking now, you must have been pretty when you were a child," Song Xuyi forcefully explained, and glanced at Zhao Qingyu. Seeing that Zhao Qingyu didn't seem to resist, he pointed to the woman next to him and continued: "Auntie must be a big girl too." beauty!"

"I really want to know what Auntie looks like now, who is more beautiful compared to Sister Qingyu..."

"Some people say that I look a lot like her." Zhao Qingyu looked at the slim figure on the phone, her eyes darkened, and she put on that flawless gentle mask again: "I also forgot what she looks like, She must have been pretty then..."

"—she's been dead for many years."

"I'm… sorry."

Song Xuyi didn't expect to be asked this answer. After being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help raising his head to observe Zhao Qingyu's expression. The smile on Zhao Qingyu's face faded a little, his slender neck drooped, and his eyes looked like a pool of stagnant water without any waves...

This is a disguise that anyone can see.

Song Xuyi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"What do you need to apologize for?" Song Xuyi heard Zhao Qingyu say softly, "All of this is my fate. Just like you are the little princess of the Song family, this is also your fate..."

Song Xuyi was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Zhao Qingyu to say such words, but after thinking about it carefully, she didn't seem surprised.

But, can the so-called fate really be reversed?

Song Xuyi pursed his lips tightly when thinking of the secret that he had hidden in his heart that he didn't dare to speak in his memory.

Because of sending Zhao Qingyu to the hospital, Song Xuyi released Huang Juanjuan and other classmates. Although she found an excuse to get lost in the film and television city, she naturally couldn't miss the class reunion the next day, so she accompanied a group of classmates in the film and television. I visited some small scenic spots next to the city all morning.

Because of getting dizzy from the bus, Song Xuyi didn't go back with his classmates. In the afternoon, he set aside a period of time to visit Zhao Qingyu in the hospital. Zhao Qingyu's complexion seemed to have improved a lot.

Maybe it was Song Xuyi's arrival that shocked the director, or maybe the director didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so the director gave Zhao Qingyu three days off this time.

Zhao Qingyu once again regained that gentle and considerate look. In just one day, the attitude of the doctors and nurses in the ward towards Zhao Qingyu became extremely good. After seeing it, Song Xuyi couldn't help feeling that Zhao Qingyu was really good at buying people's hearts.

Although Zhao Qingyu still did not let go of his guard, Song Xuyi felt that this time it was not a waste of time, at least he added it to Zhao Qingyu's WeChat.

She said goodbye to Zhao Qingyu, and then returned to school in the car sent by Song's mother.

Song Xuyi didn't know that, shortly after she left, Zhao Qingyu was also discharged from the hospital.

When Song Xuyi arrived at the school, Zhao Qingyu also arrived at the door of a certain hospital.

She greeted the patrolling nurse along the way, walked past the ward familiarly, and finally stopped in front of a single ward.

A woman was sitting in the ward.

The woman was already broken, like a living skeleton, only the rolling eyes of tawny showed that she was still alive.

Zhao Qingyu pushed open the door, greeted the nurse at the side, and then looked at the woman on the hospital bed: "Mom, I'm Qingyu, I'm here to see you."

"Qingyu!" The woman seemed to be greatly stimulated, she stood up suddenly, picked up the plastic water cup next to her tremblingly, and tremblingly handed it to the lips of the doll on the bedside: "Qingyu, good boy, hurry up!" Drink water, drink this water, all troubles are gone..."

Immediately afterwards, the woman threw away the doll again, hugged her head and cried loudly: "Why did you run away? People like us should accept our fate early, I shouldn't have given birth to you..."

"Qingyu," the nurse looked at Zhao Qingyu's still smiling face, and sighed, "Don't worry about it, the doctor said... Madam may not last long..."

"I didn't take it to heart."

Zhao Qingyu shook her head, and watched the woman stand up again, her face changed from the miserable look before, and became bitter and mean: "Zhao Fang, I checked your family for five generations, and almost all the girls in your family died without exception. You can't live to be thirty years old because of the "hypnotism", you doomed short-lived bastard, why did you come to harm my son..."

Seeing that the nurse seemed to want to say something more, Zhao Qingyu finally put away the smile on his face, his eyes darkened: "I never blamed her..."

Her once beautiful and gentle mother died when she was thirty.

Those who survived were the painful souls who were immersed in the past and could not escape, and she—an unscrupulous evil spirit who was about to launch revenge.

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