After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

He didn't want to say anything to Qiao Yu, but he just wanted to stand aside and listen to her voice.

When Xiao Xiangsi glanced at Bo Han aside, she asked Qiao Yu in the video: "Mom, do you like Uncle Yan?"

"Like it."

Yan Chen once helped her in her most difficult time.

If you don't like him, you won't be friends with him.

When Bo Hanshi heard this unhesitating answer, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand and crushed hard.

Little Xiangsi asked with a sad face: "Mom likes Uncle Yan, what should dad do?"

"What do you mean?"

Qiao Yu was a little confused.

When little Xiangsi looked up again, she found that her father was gone.

"Mom, will you marry Uncle Yan?"

"Of course not. Uncle Yan and I are just family members, just like you like Big Fatty."

This kind of liking has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, let alone love.

Bo Hanshi returned to the study.

When Qiao Yu admitted that he liked Yan Chen, he couldn't listen anymore.

He couldn't stand it at all.

It was simply impossible to accept that Qiao Yu would like a man other than him.

Letting her go back to Nancheng was the biggest concession he could make.

But now Qiao Yu said personally that she likes other men...

Is Yan Chen better than him?

Does Yan Chen love her more than him?

Does Yan Chen know her better than he does?

She and Yan Chen have only known each other for how long, compared to the thirteen years they have known each other?

There was strong jealousy in his chest.

Like a lit match thrown into a pool of gasoline, the fire spread instantly and was so intense that it exploded.

That jealousy was so hard to ignore that it almost destroyed him.

The hand with distinct wrist bones was clenched into a fist.

On the back of the cold, white and thin hand, there were clear veins bulging out. His mood was extremely depressed and he could not control it.

He sat there expressionless, trying to suppress his anger on his own... but it was to no avail.

The fire was starting a prairie fire with majestic force.

Going crazy.

When Baohan unscrewed the vial, only the last lithium carbonate tablet was left.

Since Qiao Yu came back alive and stayed with him, his number of bipolar episodes was not too many. Taking too much lithium carbonate tablets will have strong side effects.

For example, your hands may tremble involuntarily and you may feel nauseous.

When Qiao Yu stayed by his side, his mood was relatively stable and the number of times he took lithium carbonate tablets was significantly reduced.

During this period of time, maybe it was because he was so happy getting along with Qiao Yu, so happy that... he even forgot that Qiao Yu stayed by his side only because he was forced to.

She just wanted to pay off her debt.

But he regarded her as his medicine and didn't even notice that there were not many lithium carbonate tablets left.

He chewed the last pill.

He slammed the empty medicine bottle aside.

His eyes were bloodshot and extremely scarlet.

The phone rang, and the caller ID was Song Zhi.

"Qiao Yu is gone, how are you considering the MECT treatment? The bottle of lithium carbonate tablets I prescribed for you three months ago is probably gone. I suggest you stop taking the medicine for a while and do MECT directly. Treatment will be more effective.”

Bo Hanshi was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "Come to the clinic right away."

"Now?"

It's midnight now, and she's already off work.

It's so late, I'm afraid Bao Hanshi is looking for her...

"Relapsed again?"

It's not a recurrence, it's more serious.

Before, he might have been able to control it, but now, he seemed to be dragged into a dark swamp, sinking continuously and almost unable to climb out.

Song Zhi's eyelids twitched, "I'll get up and go to the clinic right away. Come over."

late at night.

A black Maybach was speeding along Yuemin Street.

Several latest Harley-Davidson motorcycles were buzzing on the road.

Even in the imperial capital, this limited edition Maybach is not common.

A license plate with five nines is even more rare.

In the middle of the night, there were no people on this road and there were very few vehicles. The few yellow-haired boys driving Harleys were not afraid of tigers and wore helmets. They were very bold and challenged the Maybach.

Those Harleys outflanked the Maybach.

The leader of the yellow-haired boy whistled at Bo Hanshi and shouted: "Wuhu~Uncle's luxury car! Do you dare to compete with my Harley to see who has more horsepower?"

Normally, Bo Hanshi wouldn't even bother to deal with these gangsters.

But today, his emotions have been at the critical point, on the verge of igniting.

These gangsters were trying to keep their guns at him.

The Maybach window suddenly lowered halfway.

The car owner inside revealed his true appearance. The man had a stern face and a very intimidating aura.

The scantily clad little girl sitting in the back seat of the gangster screamed: "Uncle is so handsome!"

The little gangster refused to accept it, "Damn it, you are my son, what's the point of being a nymphomaniac to other men? He is not as handsome as me?"

"I have much more temperament than you!"

"Fuck! Then let's Bibi!"

These young people, who looked to be twenty years old at most, were young, energetic, and arrogant. Being stimulated like this, their competitiveness became even stronger.

Thirty-year-old Bo Hanshi was indeed an uncle to them.

This road is empty at night and wide, making it perfect for racing.

When it's cold, press the accelerator to the bottom.

The cold wind in the middle of the night poured in through the car window, and the code speed on the dashboard soared to 200 yards.

"Uncle! Driving a commercial vehicle so aggressively is dangerous!"

The colorful Harleys provocatively stepped up their game as they passed the Maybach windows. One after another, they passed by the Maybachs and were far ahead.

The Harley team is extremely arrogant.

The little gangster gave the Maybach a middle finger at the back!

"Uncle! You are stepping on ants behind you! Do you want us to wait for you?"

In the car, Bo Hanshi stepped on the accelerator with an expressionless expression.

The Maybach went straight for [-] yards.

After modification, this Maybach, which is always driven, can reach a maximum code speed of [-] yards. Four hundred yards is a speed that seeks death.

The Harleys driven by those young people, depending on the displacement, the maximum size is about 240 yards.

Soon, the black Maybach passed those Harleys like a gust of wind.

The yellow-haired boy was shocked, "Fuck! Is this three hundred yards?"

"Uncle, I don't want my life! I'm so competitive! Be careful when you return to the west!"

The Maybach left them far behind.

The man's cold, slender fingers stretched out the half-lowered car window and pointed toward the back of the car, giving him the same middle finger.

Silent counterattack.

The little girl in the back seat of Harley looked at the Maybach and shouted loudly: "So handsome! Add me on WeChat!"

Yellow-haired boy: "...don't forget who you are!"

"My sister, Ma! Wouldn't it be nice to sit on a Maybach and cry? Who wants to sit on your broken Harley!"

"Damn this old man actually knows how to race a car!"

"They are rich, handsome and can race cars! They are much better than you! Besides being young, what else do you have? You also have yellow hair!"

"What the hell! Get out of here if you don't want to sit down!"

"Then you should stop the car! Stop and I'll get out!"

"..."

Those angry and yelling curses floated to Bao Hanshi's ears.

The man glanced in the rearview mirror, his thin lips curled coldly.

He doesn't know how to race a car, he just dares to step on the accelerator.

This was not exciting to him. For a man who had been in prison for three years and almost died, what he was best at was risking his life and gambling on his life.

When I first came out, I had a severe bipolar episode, and I just wanted to do all the exciting things to vent the hatred in my heart.

Drinking, smoking, racing, rock climbing, surfing... I did it all, hurting my body and risking my life.

At that time, he was competing with several professional racing drivers on the [-]-turn racing track.

The car was driven to total failure and almost fell off a cliff.

It wouldn't be bad if he died then, and there is no need to suffer so much now.

In the six years since he was separated from Qiao Yu, he had suffered major injuries one after another, never breaking.

It seems that only by abusing yourself like that can you live a sober life.

The black Maybach went all the way to four hundred yards.

While turning, a white car drove towards me.

Bao Hanshi's pupils trembled. For a brief moment, he wanted to let go of the steering wheel and let the car hit him!