: It is natural to have hatred in life, Shui Changdong (68)

Author: Yaoli

He is quite unreasonable.

Yan Ran gently raised the corners of her mouth after hearing this, and when she smiled, there was a gentle twinkle in her eyes.

It took a lot of effort to settle Fu Ji on the bed.

Fu Ji lowered his eyes, unwilling to let go.

Yan Ran was helpless, "Go to bed quickly, it's already very late."

He looked a little innocent and said, "You should say, Xiaoji, I love you, good night."

Yan Ran was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and turned his eyes towards Fu Ji's unusually hot eyes.

The voice is incredibly gentle.

"Xiaoji, I love you, good night."

At this time, Fu Ji finally closed his eyes willingly.

Yan Ran was sleeping next to him, the two of them hugging each other tightly like conjoined twins, especially Fu Ji, who looked as scary as a vine, with his limbs entangled.

At midnight, Yan Ran opened his eyes in the darkness.

Fu Ji sleeps very lightly every time, and Yan Ran can wake him up even if he turns over at night.

But Fu Ji, who was drunk, fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Ran gently moved the man's arm away, groped in the darkness and gently opened the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a very small potion from inside.

From a distance of more than ten centimeters, lightly sprayed a few times under Fu Ji's nose.

Fu Ji seemed to have noticed something, his eyelashes flickered slightly, and he tried very hard to open his eyes, but ultimately failed and fell into a deeper sleep.

The heavy rain had just stopped, and the air smelled damp.

Yan Ran led people to a remote and dilapidated mental hospital. The moss on the steps was dark green and the walls were yellow and peeling.

The sky is white, and the leaves are washed smooth, revealing an intoxicating green color in the morning light. Occasionally, with the breeze, a few round raindrops fall and sparkle.

The coat fluttered in the wind, brushing away a drop of water.

At this time, there is no one in the hospital, even the security guards are dozing off.

Yan Ran walked in a hurry.

On the lawn, Yan Ran saw a man in a wheelchair at a glance.

The man was wearing a hospital gown. He had a handsome profile with a thin face, bulging cheekbones, a dull expression, and a short beard at the corner of his mouth.

Men have always loved cleanliness. They always have a comfortable scent of sandalwood, their collars and sleeves are always white, and their hair is freshly taken care of.

The first thing anyone sees when they see Fu Yi is the image of a gentle and graceful young man.

And now Fu Yi, less than a month old, seems to have aged several years.

Yan Ran's breathing was trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, walked slowly to the wheelchair, squatted down and stared into the man's confused and empty eyes.

After a while, the man's eyes gradually converged and he looked at Yan Ran, as if he was looking at a stranger curiously, doubtfully and cautiously.

Yan Ran's heart sank.

She couldn't believe that Fu Yi had only stayed in this place for more than 20 days, and he was like this. He even lost his consciousness and looked as if he was really stupid and crazy.

Yan Ran asked the people following him to leave.

For some reason, Yan Ran didn't want others to see Fu Yi like this.

"Do you still remember me?" Yan Ran asked very softly, like a breeze blowing by, without any aggression.

The man lowered his eyes and saw that Yan Ran was half squatting. He was a bit taller than Yan Ran.

Even so, he didn't mean to be condescending.

The numb and empty eyes were staring straight at Yan Ran, as if he was thinking, with a sense of confusion and confusion.

Yan Ran smiled, and the red mole on the tip of her nose became more vivid, "It's me, Yan Ran."

Fu Yi's gaze stayed on the vivid red branch for several seconds, and his expression went blank. Then, his expression gradually changed.

It was subtle at first, but later turned into panic.

Yan Ran noticed it instantly, but before he could figure it out, Fu Yi started to lose control.

He seemed to want to escape, but was restrained in this small wheelchair. He could only huddle back desperately. The wheelchair creaked. He stretched out his hand to firmly grasp the armrests, and his fingertips turned blue.

A vigilant roar like a beast came from his throat.

"roll!"

"Go away!"

"ah--"

Yan Ran was caught off guard. She wanted to hold down the man's wheelchair and comfort him softly, but it had no effect. On the contrary, it stimulated the man's nerves even more, and his expressions and movements became more and more crazy and out of control.

Such a big movement startled the man in black who was guarding not far away, and he ran towards here.

Without saying a word, Fu Yi was pinned down in the wheelchair and unable to move.

Yan Ran was breathless.

The man in the wheelchair was still staring at him closely, with an expression of fear and vigilance, making strange syllables in his throat and muttering nervous words.

Yan Ran clenched her fists and turned her head away, unwilling to look at Fu Yi's current appearance.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

"Take him away."

"Don't hurt him."

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When Yan Ran hurried back, her hair and clothes were stained with dew.

She took off her trench coat and wore only a thin white shirt.

It was quite early at this time, less than six o'clock.

Yan Ran turned the handle of the bedroom very gently and walked in quietly.

Soon, she paused on the spot.

The man who was supposed to be lying on the bed and sleeping was now standing beside the bed, playing with a small object with his long white fingers.

Under the dim light, Yan Ran saw clearly what was in the man's hand, and his heart trembled.

That's a potion.

The man looked over slowly, looking at the man standing upright at the door, his body covered with cold air.

His eyes were cold and deep, and when he looked this way, Yan Ran's breathing seemed to have stopped.

Holding the potion in his hand, the man asked in an unexpectedly gentle voice, "Where have you been?"

Yan Ran opened his mouth, his mind went blank, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Just as I was about to speak, my cell phone rang.

Fu Ji answered the phone and didn't know what news he heard. His face suddenly darkened.

After hanging up the phone, the air seemed to be frozen by an invisible sense of oppression, and a dangerous chill was spreading.

Bang--

The potion was thrown on the ground.

The man strode over, getting closer and closer, and did not stop until the distance between the two was less than half a meter. His tall figure was extremely oppressive, and half of his face was hidden under the dim light.

In the shadow.

Yan Ran stepped back and soon reached the cold wall.

The man continued to bully her until no third person could come between them, then he stopped and looked condescendingly at the pale and sickly face in front of him.

Yan Ran lowered her long eyelashes, not knowing whether it was because of a guilty conscience or something else, but she didn't dare to look into his eyes at all.

But even without looking at his expression, Yan Ran could feel the hostility and impatience emanating from the other person's body, like a volcano that was about to erupt at any time, on the verge of breaking the balance.
Chapter completed!