I became popular after divorcing Mr. Ba [Entertainment]

Under the lingering fog in the bathroom, Yuan Fei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the horrible abdominal muscles in disbelief.

Fu Jingcheng turned around suddenly as if waking up from a dream, and to cover up, he tore off the towel on the shelf to cover his chest and abdomen, "Baby, why did you come in?"

"You... your wound, what's the matter?" Yuan Fei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and ordered in a tone: "Turn around."

With his back turned to him, the man stammered and replied: "It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into it last time, you, you go out first..."

"What the hell did you bump into to make it like this?" Yuan Fei's anger rushed straight to his forehead, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed his wet arm, and turned him around abruptly.

His eyes lowered, fixed on the deep and shallow wounds, "You, you are..."

Suddenly, a terrible idea flashed into his mind.

[Yes, I am sick. 】

【I'm sick, it's my fault... But I'm learning, Yuan Fei, I'm really learning...】

[Boss, Dr. Qiao, she——]

……

"Are you, self-mutilation?" Yuan Fei finally asked with difficulty.

Fu Jingcheng's expression became flustered in an instant, and he covered his eyes with his big hot hands, trying to cover his sight, "I don't, I don't have a self-harm baby."

"Then what is this?" Yuan Fei firmly held his hand and took it down, a pair of bright and moist eyes looked straight into the depths of the man's eyes, "What's going on, Fu Jingcheng, I want to be honest. "

"I—" Fu Jingcheng's voice seemed to be choked by something, and his eyelashes trembled violently, "I..."

Yuan Fei shook his hand vigorously, turned and walked towards the door.

"Yuan Fei!" There was a hoarse growl from behind, and he was hugged from back to front.

The man's chest was astonishingly hot, even through a layer of pajamas, it could make his heart palpitate, and the arms around him were so hard that they trembled.

"I said, I said, don't go, please..."

The back collapsed like a string, Yuan Fei didn't turn around, "Okay, tell me."

"After being injured once, I suddenly discovered one thing. Pain can wake me up, and bleeding can make me calm." Fu Jingcheng lowered his head, sniffing the long-lost fragrance greedily, "Some of these scars are what I want. When you can't fall asleep, sometimes I can't help but want to lose my temper, and sometimes I feel like I can't bear it anymore and go crazy..."

The petal-like lips moved slightly, and Yuan Fei closed his eyes tightly to hide the complicated look in his eyes.

"Have you seen a psychiatrist?" After a long time, he asked in a low voice.

"...I've seen it." Fu Jingcheng stiffened his arm holding him, and said anxiously: "Baby, I'm already healed, now I won't—"

"When did you get this latest wound?" Yuan Fei interrupted him, and pressed his backhand hard on the full and powerful abdominal muscles that were close to him.

Fu Jingcheng hissed, but he didn't retreat at all, instead he hugged him even tighter, "Before I saw you today."

"You fucking——" Yuan Fei suddenly turned around in his arms, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with water, and the corners of her eyes were also stained with a touch of red, "If I don't see you tonight, do you want to put your own Stomach scratched?"

He clenched his fists and pounded hard on his bare chest, his small voice trembling with tears, "Why didn't you stab yourself to death?"

"Baby, baby, I'm fine..." Fu Jingcheng let him vent, stretched out his hand to wrap his tightly clenched fist, put it on his lips and kept kissing, "I won't do this again, really, with you By my side, I will never go crazy again."

Yuan Fei had vented enough, his body softened, his smooth forehead pressed against his firm and smooth chest muscles, "Fu Jingcheng, I really owe you, and you really know how to make me feel uncomfortable."

Fu Jingcheng's heart softened into a puddle of water, and as he rubbed the back of his wet head with his big palm, the swelling love in his heart almost burst his whole body.

He pinched the little pointed jaw and raised the little guy's face, "Baby, I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

He asked like a gentleman, but he didn't have time to answer at all, and his hot lips fell down immediately.

At first, it was just the innocent rubbing of lips, but within a few seconds, it suddenly became ferocious, attacking the city and plundering the land without any rules, with the fragile delicate flowers wrapped in the strong wind and rain, endlessly entangled to death.

"Oh..." Yuan Fei hummed an unbearable nasal sound from his nasal cavity, and his whole body fell into the man's arms completely.

People who have never kissed before have never seen such a battle, their breath is taken away, they are forced to be involved in a frenzied rhythm, their lips and tongue are sucked so that they are numb and hot, their bones are soft and their tendons are crispy, and their soul is about to be convulsed away from the body.

Until Fu Jingcheng hugged him onto the washstand, the cold touch made him barely awake, and he couldn't help but struggled to push him back, "No..."

The man finally realized his conscience and let go of his glued lips.

Forehead against forehead, nose tip to nose tip, breathing intimately blended, Fu Jingcheng's voice was hoarse and sexy, "Baby, I love you, I love you...I love you..."

When he said "I love you", he lightly pecked his red, swollen and hot lips, and then sucked on the bloodshot lips, as if he wanted to tear people apart and eat them into his stomach.

"Don't...don't come..." Yuan Fei raised his hand with difficulty, covering his lips, with a soft, soft and fluttering voice, "No...I, I——I want to deal with it for you Wound……"

The heavy breathing gradually subsided, and the thick lust in his eyes that was about to overflow was suppressed to the bottom again. Fu Jingcheng kissed his wet palm, "I love you, Yuan Fei."

There were urgent words of love, but Yuan Fei lowered his eyelashes and did not give any response.

The loose sportswear on him looked cramped on Fu Jingcheng's body. His arms were shortened and his calves were exposed, but it was better than nothing.

Yuan Fei dug out the medicine box, half-kneeled in front of him, "Pick up your clothes."

Fu Jingcheng rolled up the hem of the sportswear obediently, and bit it with his teeth, revealing a large waist.

Seeing these scars up close, Yuan Fei couldn't help but take a deep breath, not knowing where to start.

Maybe it was because he was silent for too long, Fu Jingcheng moved a little uneasy, "Baby, isn't it ugly?"

"Otherwise? Do you think it looks good?" Yuan Fei came back to his senses and gave him a blank look, "Don't move, just wait for me."

Apply ointment to the fresh wound, Yuan Fei picked up the bandage, "Come here."

Fu Jingcheng opened his arms, lowered his eyes and stared at the little guy who was bandaging him without blinking.

This gesture is extraordinarily intimate, like an active hug.

After the last wrap, Yuan Fei raised his face unconsciously, and met his dark and deep eyes, "What's wrong?"

Fu Jingcheng suddenly leaned over again and kissed his slightly parted lips.

This time it was just a taste, very pure.

Yuan Fei's face turned red again, "Fu Jingcheng, have you been turned on by some strange switch?"

"It's you who made me so weird." Fu Jingcheng slapped him upside down, and sneaked another kiss in a rascally manner.

"Go away." Yuan Fei pushed him, and the man lay down on the sofa, watching him laughing all the time, with a strong look of stupidity in his brows and eyes.

Yuan Fei bent his lips unconsciously, and got up to pack the medicine box.

"Baby, where do I sleep tonight?" Fu Jingcheng remembered this incident without a pause for two seconds.

Yuan Fei didn't turn his head back: "Sleeping on the main road."

"Baby, is it raining so much outside, are you willing?" Fu Jingcheng got up from the sofa, walked over with a little awkwardness on his legs and feet, wrapped up a small ball from behind, "I can sleep on the sofa or on the floor .”

"This sofa is for you." Yuan Fei broke away from him a little bit, and pointed to the sofa, "Call me if you don't feel well in the middle of the night. Good night."

"...Good night, baby." Fu Jingcheng stared at his face reluctantly, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he could only return to the sofa aggrieved.

Yuan Fei didn't look at him anymore, and went straight to the upstairs room.

As soon as the door was closed, he leaned his back against the door panel, took a long breath, and then let it out.

After a while, he reached for his phone and sent a message to Liang Tezhu: [Liang Special Assistant, are you free now? 】

Within ten seconds, he received a reply: [Yes, Master Yuan. 】

Yuan Fei simply dialed the phone, "I'm sorry, Special Assistant Liang, for bothering you so late."

"Young Master Yuan, you're being polite." Special Assistant Liang's voice sounded sober, as if he could come to host a meeting at any time, "What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with Fu Jingcheng's illness?" Yuan Fei stopped playing around with him, "When did it start, and what's the situation now?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, "You know everything."

"I saw the wound on his body, he was hurting himself, Special Assistant Liang."

Self-mutilation is not a special behavior. He has come into contact with some people who are prone to self-harm, and they use self-harm to divert pressure.Emotions such as pain, anxiety, uneasiness, and tension cannot be resolved, and only physical pain can be used to alleviate mental pain.

So that kind of behavior is often accompanied by... some sort of mental illness.

"A year ago, shortly after your divorce, the boss diagnosed bipolar disorder, which in layman's terms is bipolar disorder." Tezhu Liang lowered his voice, "He refused to accept it at first, but one day suddenly I figured it out, actively cooperated with the treatment, took medicine on time, and received regular treatment from a psychologist, but the situation has been good and bad."

The slender fingers gripped the phone tightly, "Is it related to me?"

"You are his good medicine, Master Yuan. Since you promised to give him another chance, his condition has been improving and his medication has been reduced." Liang Tezhu recalled briefly, "The last time he fell ill was probably when he had a fever. The time I searched."

After a long silence, Yuan Fei spoke again: "Did the doctor say what the cause is?"

"Genetics plus growth environment. Dr. Qiao said that the disease was buried very early, but it was suppressed by the boss with extraordinary self-control. As for the trigger of the sudden outbreak—"

He didn't continue talking, but Yuan Fei could guess it.

"... I see, thank you, Special Assistant Liang." Yuan Fei pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "Happy New Year in advance, I will trouble you to arrange for Dr. Qiao to meet me next year."

Special Assistant Liang seemed to smile lightly, "Okay, Master Yuan, I also wish you and the boss a happy new year."

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Fei fell limply on the bed and fell asleep with a heavy heart.

***

Early the next morning, Yuan Fei was clever and woke up from the dream suddenly.

"God, why did I sleep so soundly..." He muttered and got up, and walked downstairs with a windy foot.

"Fu Jingcheng?" He shouted as he went downstairs, but got no response.

With a twitch between his eyebrows, a bad premonition came to his mind.

Sure enough, the person who fell asleep on the sofa had already rolled to the ground, with his eyes closed and motionless, only the sound of heavy breathing remained.

"Fu Jingcheng?" He ran over in a hurry, and put his palm on the red-hot handsome face, shrinking his hands from the heat.

This temperature has exceeded his cognition, and he was in a state of confusion when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring again.

"Yuan Xiaofei! Open the door! I know you're at home!" Yuan Shaoyang's voice came from outside the door.

Yuan Fei glanced at the delirious man lying on the ground, and got up helplessly to open the door amidst a rush of urging.

"Why are you grinding and chirping? Didn't you wake up?" Yuan Shaoyang took off his sultry sunglasses and squeezed in unceremoniously, "By the way, I haven't been to you yet—fuck?"

The ending sound stopped abruptly, Yuan Shaoyang's pupils trembled, and he pointed at the man on the ground with trembling fingers, "Fuck fuck—why is Fu Gou at your house?"

The author has something to say: Fu Gou, face the blast!

By the way, self-harm is a very bad behavior, although I have also experienced the feeling of only using physical pain to transfer mental pain.I hope that the babies will pay more attention to their mental health and vent well~

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: half like 4 bottles;

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