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

Song Jiu was lying on the bed, holding the letter wet with tears in his hand, thinking for a long time alone.

He wondered if he was really that cheap, being pushed back and forth like a commodity.

However, he is not a commodity, but a living person with his own emotions. He will be happy all day because of the birthday cake, and he will also shed tears because of the man's unreasonable distance.

Song Jiu tried his best to curl up.

On the big bed, the little ball looked particularly helpless.

It took him several days of confusion to recover from his low mood. He thought it was because of the mission and he wanted to ask clearly.

Song Jiu didn't believe that Mr. Ji could be such a heartless person. He wiped away his tears and quickly contacted Mr. Ji's family to ask about the reason behind it.

Sister Ji on the other side of the screen must have known something. She avoided the topic intentionally or unintentionally in her words. Finally, she couldn't bear the boy's questioning and sent her the address.

Song Jiu followed the location and found a villa, but the nanny at the door refused to let him in.

The nanny bent down and said, "Sorry, you are not allowed to break in without Mr. Ji's permission. Please leave."

The attitude was very respectful, the etiquette was in place, and no mistakes could be made.

Song Jiu peeked into the door and said hesitantly: "I am Mr. Ji's nurse, can't I go in?"

The nanny stated the facts: "I'm sorry, there is only one nurse for Mr. Ji, but it's not you. If you insist on breaking into the house again, I will call the police." After saying this, the nanny showed a trace of vigilance on her face.

not me?

Song Jiu was stunned for a moment. Just when he was confused, a crisp voice came from behind him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ji is back."

The voice is full of energy and vitality, which makes people think of the warm sun.

Song Jiu felt his shoulder was hit.

Staggering to steady his body.

Look up.

A young, handsome boy was pushing a wheelchair and smiled apologetically at him: "I probably didn't hurt you."

"Who are you?" The boy had doubts on his face.

Song Jiu didn't answer, his eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair.

The gauze was wrapped around the man's eyes again, his expression was calm, and his whole body looked elegant and noble.

As if sensing his presence, she tilted her head slightly.

He opened his thin lips lightly and said in an unfamiliar tone: "When can such a person come in?"

The nanny quickly bent down and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm going to ask you out right now."

The man said nothing more and said calmly: "Push me in."

The handsome boy lowered his eyes, looked at the man, and smiled sweetly: "Okay, Mr. Ji."

Then he pushed the wheelchair inside.

Song Jiu just stood there, watching the two figures disappear through the door.

The lips are pale.

That boy exuded youthful vitality.

Perhaps, with such a cheerful person by his side, Mr. Ji's heart disease will soon get better.

Song Jiu left the place without staying any longer and sat down on a bench in the park.

His face looked a little disappointed. He didn't know where to go or what to do.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart couldn't stop feeling empty.

pat-

A drop of water fell on the back of the hand.

The young man shed tears, but made no sound.

……

"Mr. Ji, the hot water has been prepared." The handsome boy bit his lip with a hint of shyness and his face turned rosy. "If it is inconvenient for you, I can... help you take a bath at any time."

"no need."

The man's tone was very cold, without any emotion. He was like a robot, rejecting directly: "You have overstepped your bounds, get out."

Ji Han became famous at a young age. His name is well-known in the art world and he has a large number of fans.

And the handsome boy is one of them.

When Assistant Chen informed him that he had been selected, he was ecstatic that he could finally take the opportunity to touch his idol.

But when he got really close to the object of his admiration, the boy discovered that everything was different.

Cold, heartless, moody.

He doesn't look like a gifted painter, but like a mentally disturbed lunatic.

The boy's face turned pale and he withdrew unwillingly.

In the corridor, the boy was still thinking about how to have close contact with his idol. He had no idea that because of this overstepping move, he would be fired a few days later.

With six days left, the March period is here.

Ji Han had a severe headache and couldn't help groaning in pain.

Since saying goodbye to Song Jiu, the man has become even more depressed and decadent, almost staying in the bedroom and never coming out.

He often talks to himself in the air, even to the point of distorting his thoughts.

Xiaojiu loves me so much, why doesn't he come to me?

Could it be that everything before was a lie to me?

Hey, liars, they are all liars! Those who say they will never leave you, and those who say they will always be by your side are all lies.

In the darkness, the man held his head tightly, his facial features were ferocious, and the veins on his forehead popped out, like a crazy beast.

If you pick up the mirror at this moment, you will find that his paranoid appearance is 90% similar to his secondary personality.

There were bursts of crackling sounds in the bedroom, and the nanny who was cleaning looked up and glanced upstairs, her eyes full of worry.

Recently, Mr. Ji's situation has become worse and worse.

After Sister Ji learned the specific situation from the nanny, she was very worried.

I very much doubt whether my brother's mental problems have worsened.

I drove to the villa, and after some hard talking, my brother opened the door and took me to the hospital.

The Ji family has been in business for several generations and is involved in various industries. Since Han'er's car accident, Ji's parents have invested in several top hospitals. There is no need to register for medical treatment, just use the privileges.

Sister Ji pushed her brother and went directly into the psychological consultation room.

On the way here, she told the psychiatrist the specific situation, hoping to get help.

Sister Ji exchanged a few brief greetings with the psychiatrist, then closed the door and left, leaving more space for the two of them.

The door was closed, and the room returned to silence, except for the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

The psychiatrist held a ballpoint pen in his hand, writing something to himself without speaking, as if the patient in front of him did not exist and there was no one else around.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped writing, poured a cup of tea and put it on the table: "Please drink tea."

The tone was calm, without any fluctuation.

Then he lowered his head and continued writing something without even looking at the patient who came to treat him.

Knowing that the patient could not see, he put the tea cup on the table and asked a blind man to find it by himself.

It's obviously making things difficult for others.

The psychiatrist's attitude was so arrogant and arrogant that any other patient would have been angry and would have cursed.

The man didn't say anything.

However, his brows furrowed slightly.

A slender hand carefully groped on the table, and seemed to have touched a hair accessory similar to a bow, and joked: "I didn't expect that a well-known psychiatrist at home and abroad, a master in the field of psychology, would also like girls' things."

The psychiatrist raised his head from his work, glanced at the red bow on the desk, and explained calmly: "...the last patient forgot to take it away."

Hearing this, the man had a gentle smile on his lips: "You should give it back to that girl."

The psychiatrist's pen paused imperceptibly, but he did not continue.

The consulting room became quiet again.

The hand with clear joints had been groping on the table for a long time without feeling it. The man stopped groping and said calmly: "Doctor, I can't see."

"On your left hand side." The psychiatrist answered without raising his head while taking notes.

The man then picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said hello in a gentle voice: "Hello, doctor, what do you need me to do? I will try my best to cooperate with the treatment."

The psychiatrist stated the facts calmly.

"I already knew your situation before I came here."

"Stop pretending, sub-personality."