After her substitute disappeared, the CEO went crazy

"A Zheng!?"

Shen Weiqing patted on the door and called out Ling Yuzheng's name, but there was still no response.

A few seconds later, there was another series of "bang bang bang" collision sounds from the door, followed by the sound of scattered things falling to the ground.

Shen Weiqing began to feel uneasy. She wanted to push the door open and go in. She turned the doorknob, but found that the door was locked from the inside. Shen Weiqing didn't have a key, so she couldn't open it from the outside.

Worried that he would do something to hurt himself because of the drug attack, and afraid that he would lose control for a while and inject the drug Lin Qiantong left in the bathroom again, Shen Weiqing also panicked standing at the door of the bathroom.

Lost for a moment, Shen Weiqing forced herself to calm down, not to panic, suddenly she remembered that Ling Yuzheng took out the key from the desk drawer and handed it to herself, so she hurried to the desk and began to search.

Unfortunately, she rummaged through all the drawers and found no other keys.

How to do how to do······

Shen Weiqing bit her lips tightly, asking herself over and over again in her heart.

Thinking of Ling Yuzheng staying in the bathroom in such pain alone, Shen Weiqing felt that there was a whip invisibly, beating her heart one after another.

"Ah-ah--"

Just when Shen Weiqing was at a loss, Ling Yuzheng's roar came from the bathroom. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, the roar overflowed from his chest, like a thunderbolt, it struck Shen Weiqing's head.

Thinking of how he couldn't help hitting the wall yesterday because of the pain, Shen Weiqing's hands clenched by his side were already clenched into a ball.

Looking at the closed door of the bathroom, Ling Yuzheng was inside, Shen Weiqing couldn't care about anything else, with some strength, she picked up the chair next to the desk and came to the door of the bathroom.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

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Countless times it was smashed, when the bathroom door was smashed open, Shen Weiqing saw a scene that almost made her feel distressed to the point of suffocation.

Ling Yuzheng was still wearing the home clothes that Shen Weiqing changed for him yesterday, and squatted under the shower with his hands around his knees. The cold water kept hitting him, his clothes and hair were completely soaked, and he kept falling dripping water.

He was so tall, but at this moment he was curled up in the corner of the bathroom, facing the corner, trembling.

The medicine left by Lin Qiantong yesterday was still quietly lying in the sink, but the things on the sink had been swept to the ground, making it a mess.

It can be seen that he has tried his best to endure.

Sensing the movement at the door, Ling Yuzheng's back stiffened for a moment, and then he buried his head even lower, especially, especially low...

It was so low that Shen Weiqing couldn't see his face clearly.

The footsteps moved towards him uncontrollably, but when he was about to approach him, he heard his voice that was still hoarse and trembling as he tried his best to suppress it.

"Don't come here...I...can't control...hold myself..."

He almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words intermittently, which is why he locked himself in the bathroom.

Shen Weiqing was startled and stopped, but she didn't turn around and leave, she just stood behind Ling Yuzheng and looked at him quietly, neither speaking nor moving.

Ling Yuzheng hugged his knees vigorously, trembling all the time, Shen Weiqing knew that he had been fighting against the clamoring things in his body.

In the bathroom, it was eerily quiet.

Only the sound of water flowing, and Ling Yuzheng's heavy breathing from time to time, Shen Weiqing stood there silently, but her heart was more nervous than ever.

Suddenly, Ling Yuzheng raised his head abruptly, and he struggled to stand up while leaning on the wall.

The next second when he raised his head, Shen Weiqing saw the wound on his forehead, which was oozing blood continuously, which made Shen Weiqing palpitate.

The footsteps moved uncontrollably in front of Ling Yuzheng...

He has started to lose his mind now, every blood vessel in his body seems to be eaten by thousands of ants, and every joint in his body is itchy unbearably.

"Give me the medicine..."

Ling Yuzheng's voice was extremely hoarse, and his heavy breathing echoed in the bathroom.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were bloodshot, and his dark brown pupils were frighteningly red against the bloodshot background.

Seeing that Shen Weiqing didn't respond to him, he turned his gaze to the sink.

Both of them knew that in the washbasin were the syringes and the small black box that Lin Qiantong put before going out.

Almost in the next second, Shen Weiqing quickly stepped forward, picked up the things in the sink, and hid them behind her. Because she was too nervous, she couldn't help shaking, and the box in her hand almost fell over.

"No...A Zheng...No...Impossible..."

Shen Weiqing backed away in fright, but still kept begging.

Although she had never experienced this kind of pain, seeing Ling Yuzheng suffer, her feelings were not much better. After suffering for so long, she couldn't bear to see Ling Yuzheng's previous efforts in vain.

"A Zheng...don't..."

Soon, Shen Weiqing was forced to the corner by Ling Yuzheng. She had no way to retreat, but she still hid her things firmly behind her back. Her big almond eyes were filled with tears, she stared at Ling Yuzheng's eyes firmly, shaking her head desperately .

If it was Ling Yuzheng in normal times, seeing Shen Weiqing like this, I'm afraid he would feel distressed.

It's a pity that the current Ling Yuzheng has been completely controlled by drugs...

The tall body controlled Shen Weiqing in the corner, with a pair of red eyes staring at her behind.

There was no gentleness in the past at all, such fierce eyes made Shen Weiqing tremble uncontrollably.

"Give me······"

Ling Yuzheng stretched out his hand towards her, his tone was extremely indifferent, in his current thinking, there was only that small box.

Shen Weiqing bit her lip and shook her head desperately, tears rolled down her eyes, but at this moment Ling Yuzheng couldn't care less.

Seeing that she didn't give it, Ling Yuzheng started to grab it, and stretched out one hand towards Shen Weiqing's back.

At the same time, Ling Yuzheng seemed to be suffering too, clutching his chest and panting continuously.

Seeing this, Shen Weiqing quickly ran out of the bathroom, hid the things in her hands under the mattress, and then turned back to the bathroom.

Walking to the door, I happened to see Ling Yuzheng bumping against the wall in discomfort.

"don't want--"

Seeing blood gushing out from his forehead, Shen Weiqing couldn't help but yelled, and rushed over to block him with her body, preventing Ling Yuzheng's movements.

In the next second, Ling Yuzheng didn't stop, and slammed into Shen Weiqing's forehead, causing her eyes to stare.

"A Zheng...how are you?"

After slowing down, he held Ling Yuzheng's head in distress for the first time, looked at the wound on his forehead, and shed tears in distress.

Ling Yuzheng froze for a moment, as if time stood still.

"... Qingqing?"

Ling Yuzheng seemed to have regained some sanity, but his vision was blurred at the moment, so he murmured somewhat uncertainly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, before Shen Weiqing could answer, his pupils suddenly dilated strangely, his body twitched non-stop, and he was about to kneel down as soon as he bent his knees.

"A Zheng!"

Shen Weiqing stretched out her hand to help him in a panic, but Ling Yuzheng was too heavy, and she was also brought to kneel on the ground.

Her knees hit hard on the cold and hard non-slip floor, and Shen Weiqing burst into tears instantly in pain.

Ling Yuzheng lay on the ground collapsed, but his expression was still tangled. Shen Weiqing could clearly see that his temples were throbbing, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"kill me···"

Ling Yuzheng growled weakly, his body was extremely cold, curled up into a ball and shivering, Shen Weiqing was afraid that he would hurt herself again, so she could only hug his head tightly.

"Qingqing... I'm sorry... I don't think... I can't hold on..."

"Qingqing...I love you so much..."

"Qing Qing... Qing Qing..."

Ling Yuzheng has lost his mind at this moment, and what he mutters in his mouth is Shen Weiqing's name.

"Ah Zheng...no...it will be fine, just hold on, it will be fine soon..."

Shen Weiqing couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears. She was also afraid, but she still comforted Ling Yuzheng over and over again.

It felt like a knife was twisting her heart. For a moment, seeing Ling Yuzheng in such pain, she even hesitated whether she must make him quit?

This is a dilemma, there is no right answer...

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When Ling Yuzheng woke up again, he only felt a splitting headache, and his temples were still throbbing faintly, but the feeling of claws scratching his heart had disappeared, or... disappeared temporarily.

Because, he himself didn't know when the effect of the medicine would kick in, and he would turn into such a crazy appearance again.

Sitting up propped up, he saw Shen Weiqing lying quietly on the opposite sofa.

The sofa was very soft, and her thin body seemed to sink into it, leaving only a small head.

And her face was terribly pale, her eyes were tightly closed, motionless, and she looked lifeless.

Ling Yuzheng looked at the mess in the room and the broken bathroom door, and the broken memories slowly reorganized in his mind.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, his face suddenly changed.

He jumped out of the bed, his legs were still a little weak, but he still staggered towards Shen Weiqing.

Sure enough, on Shen Weiqing's fair neck, he saw a green pinch mark.

He stretched out his hand a little helplessly, wanting to touch Shen Weiqing's face, but when he was about to touch her, he froze suddenly.

Fingers down, probing Shen Weiqing's breath, feeling her weak breathing, Ling Yuzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

A fragment flashed through his mind, he saw Shen Weiqing being tightly strangled by the neck, unable to breathe, or even speak, he could only stare with big eyes in despair.

And the hands pinching her neck belong to her...

Dazed, terrified.

Ling Yuzheng squatted there for a long time as if struck by lightning, unable to move.

Obviously he didn't want to hurt her, so he chose to lock himself in the bathroom, but why did he still become like this?