The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

A cold voice awakened his thoughts. Song Jiu came back to his senses, apologized subconsciously, turned his head and saw the person he was tasked with in this small world.

The man sitting in the wheelchair is very handsome, his eyes are wrapped in white gauze, and his face has soft lines. Although he has a gentle appearance, his whole body exudes a cold and distant atmosphere, as if nothing in the world can cause his mood swings.

Three points of gentleness, seven points of indifference.

A man's heart is closed.

Almost the moment he saw the target of the mission, Song Jiu thought like this, realized that he had stared at the man for too long, and quickly introduced himself.

"Hello, Mr. Ji, I am Song Jiu, the new nurse. I'm sorry to disturb you."

The voice was soft and gentle, as if the spring breeze was blowing in the ears, revealing a soft and harmless aura that made people want to get closer.

Ji Han's scolding words were swirling back and forth in his mouth, and he couldn't get out of his mouth.

As if he noticed something incredible, the man tilted his head in the direction of Song Jiu and frowned slightly.

Since he lost his sight, he unexpectedly acquired a special function - he can sense other people's souls and even distinguish the smells of different souls.

Many so-called relatives and friends came to the hospital to visit and express their condolences to him.

On the surface, he speaks words of comfort, but inside his soul is smelly and disgusting.

Their souls are gray, some are light gray, some are dark gray. Although the color is slightly different, without exception, they all exude a rotten rotten egg smell.

Extremely hypocritical.

Even the souls of my parents and eldest sister were almost transparent white, with no taste like boiled water.

However, the person in front of him was extremely different.

The entire outline exudes a light golden shimmer, which is warm and soft, like a small sun that makes people feel comfortable and comfortable, making even the most impatient heart calm and peaceful.

This person is very special, but so what, he is just an insignificant person, at least a little interesting.

"Do what you have to do."

"Also, you are not allowed to enter this room without my permission in the future."

The man said something coldly, controlled the wheelchair and left.

The task target seemed to be difficult to get along with. Song Jiu lowered his eyes and silently came to this conclusion.

……

"You shouldn't have been so cruel to him just now."

"Are you feeling distressed?"

There was obviously only one person in the bedroom, but two voices of different quality sounded.

The man said helplessly to himself: "...This is very rude."

"He's very special, isn't he? He has a golden soul. It's so interesting." The man in the wheelchair opened his thin lips lightly, but he uttered a completely different voice, low and magnetic, mixed with a hint of obvious badness.

In the darkness, the man's facial muscles kept twitching. Sometimes he was as gentle as water, and sometimes he became extremely evil.

It's like a schizophrenia.

"It's so beautiful and so clean." The soothing and deep voice can easily arouse people's desires and tempt people to commit crimes. "If such a pure soul is soiled, the scene will be wonderful..."

“Just thinking about it makes me excited!”

The man's facial features were distorted for a moment, and then he seemed to have changed. His temperament instantly changed to gentleness, but there was a bit of harshness in this gentleness: "Don't touch him, he is innocent."

"In the past, those people were ugly and had bad intentions. If you teased them and drove them away, I would never stop them. But this time, he is kind. I advise you to take care of yourself."

"If you really don't listen to dissuasion and insist on doing this, I won't let you out again in the future."

"…threaten me?"

The deep voice suddenly became colder, making people shudder, and a deathly silence spun into webs in the room. Suddenly, a strange tone sounded in the air.

Another personality in the body chuckled: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to him before I lose interest."

The man frowned and said no more.

……

The next morning, Song Jiu got up very early to wash up. When he went downstairs, he found someone who had gotten up even earlier than him.

"Come for breakfast when you wake up." The man called softly with a gentle voice. His broken hair was slightly messy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gave people a friendly and warm feeling.

Young Master Qian Qian is as gentle as jade, completely different from the indifference he had yesterday.

Song Jiu hesitated, was this really the same person?

"It hurts your stomach to eat something cold. Come here quickly. No one has had breakfast with me for a long time." The man at the dining table looked a little lonely.

Song Jiu then hurriedly came over and sat down, watching the man skillfully pick up the tableware and return it to its place skillfully, without any obstruction in the movements. This is how many times it takes to practice to achieve fluency.

His behavior shows the elegance and calmness of a child of aristocratic family. It is not difficult to imagine how perfect and charming he would be if his eyes were intact.

The man tilted his head slightly, his expression a little worried: "Is the food not to your liking? You don't seem to have eaten much."

"...No, no, no, it's just a habitual daze after getting up."

Song Jiu came back to his senses and quickly waved his hands to deny it. A suspicious blush appeared on his face. He felt a little ashamed that the task target was so beautiful that he was stunned.

"That's good." The man didn't say much and controlled the wheelchair to go upstairs.

Song Jiu finished breakfast and cleared the table, not knowing what to do.

A dedicated chef will be responsible for the three meals, and he will leave on his own after cooking within the specified time. The villa is also cleaned regularly by cleaning staff.

His work tasks are very simple, mainly to handle some chores and ensure that he can be on call at any time.

Song Jiu sat on the sofa, feeling a little psychologically uncomfortable.

Even during the day, all the curtains in the villa are closed, which is dull and depressing. Living in a closed space for a long time can make even healthy people sick.

Song Jiu frowned and wanted to open the curtains to let in the sunlight, but was worried about irritating the man, so he let the curtains close.

But then I thought about it again and reached out to open the window. At least some fresh air could be let in, so it wouldn't be so stuffy.

The man returned to the bedroom and never came out again, and there was no movement until noon.

Song Jiu gradually began to worry about whether something would happen. He came to the door of the master bedroom and knocked on the door but no one responded, so he called out anxiously.

"Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji! Are you okay? Just be silent, okay? I'm very worried about you..."

There was still no movement inside. He gritted his teeth and was about to kick the door open when the sound of a vase falling to the ground was heard in the room.

The man's voice seemed to be suppressing something, and there was a bit of suffering mixed with pain: "Don't worry about me, you go and eat by yourself."

Song Jiu was still worried: "But..."

There was a bang, and something hit the door panel, making a loud noise, which scared him and took a step back.

The man inside was furious: "Can't you understand people?! Get away."

Perhaps because he was stunned, or perhaps because he was afraid, there was absolutely no movement outside the house.

Sure enough, they are all fake and deceptive.

The man huddled together in pain, his clothes wet with sweat, and his facial features were twisted and ferocious, as if he was undergoing great torture.

After a while, there was another knock on the door, and a soft voice came in.

"Mr. Ji, not eating will hurt your stomach, and eating something cold will hurt your stomach. I will leave the food at the door. Please take care of yourself..."

Seeing no reaction inside, Song Jiu pursed his lips, put the plate on the ground and left.

Losing my eyes means that I can no longer draw or do anything. What is the difference between me and a waste?

In the room, the man couldn't hear anything. He covered his ears in pain. The blood smeared on the gauze wrapping his eyes, blooming into two bright red blood flowers. In the end, he fainted from the pain.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the man sat up expressionlessly, with a chill all over his body, and sneered coldly.

Hey, coward, useless trash, can't even withstand this little blow.

"...But it's okay to be a little cowardly, otherwise...I wouldn't have appeared..."

In the darkness, the man murmured to himself, and the corners of his raised mouth showed a bit of disdain for the world.