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

During this period of time, Song Jiu has been with Mr. Ji and never left him.

If it hadn't been for the doctor's instructions not to put pressure on the wound, the two of them might have even slept on the same hospital bed.

Song Jiu looked very haggard.

Ji's father and mother Ji felt sorry for the child, so they planned to let him rest temporarily and arrange several nurses to take care of Han'er.

Unexpectedly, my son's reaction was extremely violent. Even if he couldn't see it, he could accurately tell that there was a new person.

With a livid face, he told everyone to get out and even refused to cooperate in giving the medicine.

Seeing Han'er's resistance, Ji's father and mother had no choice but to change the person back and increase his salary.

In fact, Song Jiu was not physically tired. He was very leisurely most of the time, pushing his wheelchair and accompanying Mr. Ji outside to bask in the sun and relax.

There was another reason that really made him look haggard.

Song Jiu just went out to get some medicine and was pulled into a separate office by someone.

Warm hands covered his eyes, and before he could react, a violent kiss fell on him.

Strong and brook no resistance.

It wasn't until he felt that he was about to suffocate that the man stopped and stepped away slightly.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Song Jiu couldn't stop coughing and breathed in fresh air.

But the person in front of him didn't give him a chance to buffer. He lowered his head and sprayed his hot breath on his sensitive neck.

His lips and teeth lingered beside the beautiful collarbone, eager to try.

His breath was so hot that he couldn't help but be afraid.

Song Jiu trembled and begged for mercy: "Please, let me go. Our deal is over. I beg you not to pester me anymore."

Ever since that night, Fu Yanhan has been haunting like a ghost.

As soon as I got the chance, I kidnapped him into the office and touched him all over.

It was like this for several days in a row, with each breath getting hotter and hotter, and each time his behavior became more offensive.

Song Jiu lived a life of fear every day, his nerves were always tense. He was afraid that the man had been depressed for a long time and would not care about anything, so he treated him in the hospital.

Fu Yanhan left a bite mark on the white collarbone.

Lowering those beautiful starry eyes.

Cold and fierce.

"Impossible. Now that you've provoked me, don't even think about escaping unscathed."

Do you know how long I have been thinking about you day and night? Do you know how scared I am when I can no longer dream of you.

In the past, I would only think that falling in love at first sight was a joke, but when I really experienced this feeling, I suddenly realized that I was totally wrong.

It’s not easy to get the person you’ve been thinking about for a long time. After you taste it, you can’t let go no matter what.

I saw that Dr. Fu, who was rumored to be abstinent and cold-blooded, was now like a ruthless hungry wolf.

Press the person against the wall.

All the collapsed cries were drowned between his lips and teeth.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time to remove the gauze.

Song Jiu untied the wrapped gauze in circles, carefully, for fear of hurting the man.

'Ji Han' smiled, hugged the young man's slender waist, and said very tenderly: "I'm not a porcelain doll, so I don't need to be so cautious."

Song Jiu pursed his lips, but did not dare to slack off at all.

The eyes behind the gauze were closed tightly, but it did not ruin the handsome face, but made it even more gentle and jade-like.

"I can finally see you."

'Ji Han''s breathing became rapid, and he couldn't help but tighten the arms around his waist, and his phoenix eyes slowly opened.

A young man with extraordinary splendor came into view.

It was like a bolt of lightning struck his heart, the blood in his body flowed backwards, and his heartbeat suddenly slowed down a beat.

Ever since the bathroom, this body had been under his control.

The main personality seemed to have disappeared without a trace, not even a trace of consciousness.

'Ji Han' also tried hard to search for traces of the master's personality, but found nothing.

In his mind, there was only dead silence in response to him.

Sister Ji thought the protagonist's personality had been swallowed up and hated him so much that she did not visit him once after the operation.

Even 'Ji Han' thought that when the owner's personality disappeared, the real owner of the body came back.

Because the young man in front of him is exactly the same as the person in the ancient painting.

Under the excitement, the main personality, which had been dormant for a long time, woke up from the chaos.

The man caressed the sweetheart in front of him, his eyes sparkling with water.

"Xiaojiu..."

That low voice was as gentle and elegant as jade, and one couldn't help but think of a humble gentleman full of knowledge.

Song Jiu knew that the real Mr. Ji was back.

……

"Sister, I'm fine, don't worry."

The man in the wheelchair had soft eyebrows, a friendly smile on his lips, and starlight in his eyes.

Sister Ji covered her mouth and her eyes were red. Her brother was still alive. It turned out that the method the psychiatrist said really worked.

She quickly thanked Song Jiu with a look of tears of gratitude that made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Ever since her brother had a car accident, she had never laughed so easily. Sister Ji held her brother in hand and chatted a lot, but refused to leave. She reluctantly left until the company pressed her hard.

With his eyes sighted again, and with his family and sweetheart by his side, Ji Han's legs were slowly able to move.

In order to recover as soon as possible, Song Jiu gave Mr. Ji a massage every day, but every time he pressed it, it was a little misfired.

"...No, no, I'm going to the bathroom." The young man got off the man's legs with a red face, refused the vague request, and hurried to the bathroom.

Looking at his fleeing back, 'Ji Han' narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Hey, don't you think there's something wrong with Xiaojiu? Just don't let me touch her. I won't even let you touch her."

"Something's wrong, something very wrong."

The man lowered his eyes and said, "Xiaojiu is hiding something from us."

"nonsense."

'Ji Han''s voice was cold. If it weren't for the fact that the soul of the master's personality was getting stronger and could not be swallowed by him, there would be no need for him to share a body with others.

The debt for driving away Xiaojiu behind his back has not yet been settled.

The sub-personality's mind was spinning very quickly. Based on the experience of the previous few days, he immediately thought of something and said, "Do you remember the doctor who performed the surgery on us?"

The man nodded: "Remember, what happened?"

'Ji Han' analyzed calmly: "Obviously, the Ji family refused to perform surgery before, but the Ji family asked for it several times without getting any response, but Doctor Fu suddenly agreed."

"Would a big shot like Fu Yanhan, who has so many things to do, condescend to come and inspect the ward in person? The frequency of ward inspections is also surprisingly high, and I can't wait to come five times a day."

"And every time when he came for ward rounds, Xiaojiu felt uncomfortable, said nothing, and intentionally or unintentionally avoided interacting with Dr. Fu."

"Isn't it strange?"

The man frowned and thought about it carefully, this is really what happened.

So, what is Xiaojiu hiding from?

Could it be…

At the thought of a certain possibility, a surge of rage surged in his chest, and the two incompatible personalities reached a high degree of harmony at this moment.

Every time they chatted, Ji Han would use Song Jiu's words without leaving any trace.

However, the usually innocent boy has become extra sensitive. Every time he wants to be tricked out of the truth, he excuses himself to go to the toilet, then turns on the faucet and hides in the toilet crying alone.

He also thought that his cover-up was perfect.

What is Xiaojiu hiding...

Ji Han's eyes were cold, and an invisible storm was brewing in his eyes.

His expressionless appearance is exactly the same as his paranoid sub-personality.