Transmigrating into the Villain’s Sickly Childhood Friend

ng a hero.

If it was because of his entry that changed the plot, causing Lin Zihui to lose the opportunity to change his life, then would he remain such a naïve temperament and thus become obscured by the public?

When he thought of this, he got goosebumps.
He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but if a person was happy, then it shouldn’t be a bad thing.

After tossing for the past few days, even though he didn’t do any physical work, he was troubled and worried mentally.
Qiao Wen felt that his body had reached its limit.

Lin Zihui also saw that he looked very exhausted, that evening he finished the work early and sent him back early.

“Awen, don’t think about work when you go back and get a good night’s sleep.”

At the gate of the walled city, Lin Zihui sat in the back seat of the car, rolled down the window, and said goodbye to Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen curled his lips and barely showed a tired smile: “You too, go back and take a good rest.
It’s been really busy these days.”

He raised his hand and waved perfunctorily, turned around, and prepared to cross the street to enter the walled city.

However, just as he turned around and took a step, he felt a wave of dizziness, and a large number of stars appeared in front of him, and then the stars were annihilated and plunged into darkness, no longer conscious.

Lin Zihui, who was rolling up the car window to tell the driver to leave, watched the people outside the car fall softly to the ground and exclaimed in fright.
He hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car and picked the person up from the ground and held him in his arms.
Patting his face shouted: “Awen Awen, what happened to you? Don’t scare me?”

The driver was experienced, so as soon as he heard the movement, he got out of the car and saw his young master's clueless and panic-stricken face.
He reminded: “Master Hui, don’t worry, there are many clinics in the Kowloon Walled City.
Let’s take him right away.”

Lin Zihui reacted and was about to carry the person on his back to the opposite Walled City, when a motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of him, blocking his way.

The man wearing a floral shirt on the bike took off his sunglasses, his eyes narrowed when looking at the person on Lin Zihui’s back, and asked with a frown, “What’s wrong with Awen?”

Hearing his tone, Lin Zihui thought he was someone Qiao Wen was familiar with, and hurriedly replied: “I don’t know he fainted just now.
I have to take him to the clinic immediately.
Are you from the walled city? Can you show me a way?”

Needless to say, this flowered shirt was none other than the red stick of He Xing Club, Qin Yunfei.
He stepped on the ground and said, “I am Awen’s brother.
You leave him to me.
I will ride in faster, so you don’t have to worry.”

Without much thought or hesitation, Lin Zihui hastily put the unconscious person into the front seat of the motorcycle.

Qin Yunfei held the motorcycle handlebar with both hands and embraced Qiao Wen in between his arms.
He reassured the worried Lin Zihui: “Don’t worry, Awen has always been weak, it's not a big deal to faint.
I will send him to the clinic.”

Lin Zihui nodded: “Then I will trouble you.”

In response to him, Qin Yunfei hooked his lips and started the motorcycle to get into the opposite walled city.

Lin Zihui watched the motorcycle slowly disappear before sighing and returning to his car.

And Qin Yunfei as his motorcycle entered the narrow alley of the Walled City, lowered his head slightly, and took a deep breath in the side of the unconscious Qiao Wen’s ear “Little thing, you are in my hands today.” he said with a cheerful smile.

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Anan: Qin Yunfei, one day I will blow your dog's head off.