Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Lin Shuyang puffed out his cheeks and stared for a long time, his eyes were sore from staring, but he couldn't find a single coarse pore on Rong Xianyi's face.

He looked away, blinked his sour eyes, and said: "It is very valuable. This high-quality black jade can be sold for at least hundreds of thousands. Of course I want to get it back. This is a big fortune."

Rong Xianyi sighed softly, raised his hand to put away the two black jade rings on the coffee table, and then stood up, "Come to me again when you want to say something."

"Wait." Lin Shuyang held Rong Xianyi's finger, and the cold touch made him jump instantly.

"You put your coat on first, and I'll think about how to tell you about this."

Rong Xianyi sat back on the sofa, placed two black jade rings on the coffee table, then crossed his legs and leaned back against the backrest, his posture indescribably lazy and charming, "You'd better think quickly, I Patience is limited.”

Lin Shuyang looked at the flawless and unbeatable face, suddenly stood up, walked to the bedside and took out a gray blanket.

But when he turned around, his hands accidentally slipped and the blanket fell to the ground.

A glance swept across.

"I didn't mean it." He picked it up, shook it casually, and threw it on Rong Xianyi. At the end, he added: "I really owe you in my previous life."

Damn, he couldn't resist that face.

A trace of surprise flashed in Rong Xianyi's eyes, and his fingers gently smoothed the blanket, and wisps of warmth gradually spread over his body.

Lin Shuyang did not sit back on the sofa, but sat on the stool opposite Rong Xianyi, resting his elbows casually on his thighs and leaning forward slightly.

He stared at the two identical black jade rings on the coffee table and was silent for half a minute before speaking: "This thing has been worn on me since I can remember. I have worn it for many years. It is like a part of my body. It cannot be replaced." It was missing, but not to the point where I couldn’t live without it. Until seven years ago.”

Hearing the number "seven", Rong Xianyi's eyes visibly moved.

Lin Shuyang didn't notice it and continued: "I was still studying in Nanjing at that time. I don't know when Mo Yuhuan was stolen. I called the police, but after more than ten days of investigation, nothing was found. As I gradually accepted this fact Suddenly one night, I found myself standing on a strange street, wearing a black cloak that I had never worn before, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. I stood there blankly, as if I was killed in a movie. Like a human villain.”

Later, he took out his mobile phone and discovered that the interface on the mobile phone was a map navigation interface, and it was obvious where he was at that time, as if someone had opened it deliberately.

But only he knows the password for his mobile phone.

Mobile phones are too modern. After saying that, Rong Xianyi might have to ask more questions. He thought for a while and said another way, "Later, I inquired about it and found out that the place was an old street in Shanghai. At the same time, I discovered that, I actually lost two days of memory. I don’t know why I suddenly ran from Nanjing to Shanghai, and I don’t know what I did in the past two days or whose clothes I was wearing.”

He lowered his eyes as he narrated, not noticing the darker and darker pupils opposite him and the quietly clenched fists.

"What's even weirder is that Mo Yuhuan also returned to me inexplicably. I quickly escaped from that place and returned to Nanjing overnight." Lin Shuyang's eyes were unfocused. Recalling his feelings at the time, he clenched his fists unconsciously.

At that time, he was worried that he had killed someone without knowing it.

Until he saw a video on his mobile phone. The person in the video was himself, or someone else recorded it.

The man with the same face as him said: "Lin Shuyang, I borrowed your body to do something, don't panic, you will thank me, ah no, it should be said that you will all thank me, hahaha! "

The video lasted for eighteen seconds, but he could see that he was sweating.

Because the person in the video has an evil look on his face and a seductive tone of voice, which is completely different from his own style.

Maybe it's a split personality.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, he immediately went to a psychiatrist for treatment. The psychiatrist provided him with emotional counseling and hypnosis, but he tried many times and couldn't find anything.

When he first met Chen Ziqian, he felt familiar when he saw Chen Ziqian tapping his wheelchair with his fingers because the psychiatrist also often did this action.

Because a slight rhythmic melody will lower the other party's defense and improve the efficiency of hypnosis.

Finally, the psychiatrist concluded that he was just under too much pressure and had hallucinations, and recommended a lot of psychological books for him to go back and study slowly.

However, he did not intend to tell Rong Xianyi everything in detail. He paused and then raised his eyes to look at Rong Xianyi, "My situation should be called split personality in medical terms. A type of mental illness.

In other words, there is another person in my subconscious. It was 'he' who controlled my body and went to Shanghai and did some unknown things.

But since Mo Yuhuan came back to me, this has never happened again.

I hate the feeling of having my body controlled by others. It's more uncomfortable than killing me, so no matter what, I want to get Mo Yuhuan back. Are you satisfied with this explanation? "

After hearing this, Rong Xianyi frowned deeply, "In other words, you have absolutely no idea what the other... personality in your body has done, right?"

Lin Shuyang nodded, his understanding was perfect!

Will that personality emerge only after leaving Mo Yuhuan... Rong Xianyi had a sullen face and didn't speak for a while.

Seeing his expression, Lin Shuyang's heart skipped a beat, "Hey, you're not planning to cross the river and burn the bridge again, are you?"

Rong Xianyi quickly lifted up the blanket, stood up and walked towards the bedside.

Just as Lin Shuyang was about to reach out and take away Mo Yuhuan, he saw Rong Xianyi folding it back again, holding a piece of paper in his hand and saying, "This banknote is redeemable across all three provinces. It's the 10,000 yuan I promised you."

Before Lin Shuyang reached out to take it, he saw Rong Xianyi holding two black jade rings in his palms.

"Rong Xianyi!" Lin Shuyang couldn't help it any longer and grabbed Rong Xianyi's collar. "You have gone back on your word several times. Do you really think I am easy to bully?"

Rong Xianyi ignored his anger, slowly and methodically put the banknotes in his hand into his coat pocket, and said in a calm tone: "Put it away, don't drop it."

But this attitude angered Lin Shuyang even more, and he slammed Rong Xianyi onto the sofa.

As a result, his injured part was pulled during the process, and his body couldn't support it for a while, and he fell directly on Rong Xianyi's body.

"Cough, cough, cough," Rong Xianyi's face turned pale and he coughed violently.

The injury from last night has not healed yet, so being pressed by Lin Shuyang like this is naturally in unbearable pain.

But this time Lin Shuyang was determined not to care about him, and just kept doing nothing, taking advantage of his illness to take advantage of him - the things in his hands.

"Open your hands! I just want to take back what belongs to me."