Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Aunt Huang was pushed towards the black car.

As if walking into the abyss step by step, Aunt Huang's body gradually became cold, but wet sweat dripped from her forehead and palms.

Finally got to the car.

The man opened the car door and let go of Aunt Huang, "Go in."

Aunt Huang sat in tremblingly, opened the door, and the door was knocked back. She was so frightened that tears poured out of her cloudy eyes.

A piece of paper was handed to her, "Wipe it."

The hand stretched out in front of her was slender and powerful, white as jade, but there was a ferocious bite mark near the wrist with the thumb, which turned this beauty into a horrifying visual impact.

Aunt Huang took the paper, her hands trembling a little.

"Don't you wonder why I'm here?"

Aunt Huang wiped her tears stiffly, but couldn't say anything.

Ying Huan didn't need her to answer, and replied self-consciously: "You are too soft-hearted. Soft-hearted people often have a common problem, which is indecision. They always only see what is in front of them, and they can never make the right choice. The mistakes they made , you will do it again.”

After a pause, he chuckled and said coolly, "How could you think that I would put you back by his side without any preparation?"

"As I said, this is your punishment. You should understand now, right? Look at how pitiful you are now."

After that, he covered his lips and started giggling, the horrific wound was printed on his lips, like a man-eating evil ghost.

The so-called blunt knife cuts flesh, kills without blood, that's probably the case.

Aunt Huang was almost collapsed by his cold and malicious voice. She grabbed the clothes on her chest, but it seemed as if she was choking her own neck, and she couldn't breathe due to the dull pain.

This is her retribution, this is her retribution.

The first time she found out what Ying Huan had done, she should have told Xin Tang truthfully, otherwise things would eventually develop into such an irreversible situation.

"You kill me, you kill me..." Aunt Huang couldn't take it anymore, and begged in great pain: "It was my fault, I shouldn't have opened the door for him secretly, this is the punishment I deserve, you Just kill me……"

"Okay," Ying Huan handed some tissues to Aunt Huang again, her tone so gentle that it was chilling: "Since Aunt Huang, you have realized your mistake, then, tell me your plan exactly."

Xin Tang, the initiator of the project, has not realized that something is wrong with Aunt Huang at this moment. He is still thinking about what he should answer if Ying Huan comes back and asks him what he said to Aunt Huang in the bathroom at noon. It won't provoke Ying Huan's sensitive nerves.

For this reason, he was restless all afternoon.

After finally waiting for Ying Huan to come back, Xin Tang keenly noticed that Ying Huan seemed to be in a good mood today.

Logically speaking, if Ying Huan found out that he and Aunt Huang were going to the bathroom to hide from the surveillance cameras and talk, it should look like a storm is about to come.

Could it be that he was in such a good mood because, this morning, he just didn't watch the surveillance?

Thinking about it, Ying Huan still had to work, so he couldn't be free to stare at him 24 hours a day.

Thinking of this, Xin Tang's heart finally fell to the ground after hanging for the whole afternoon.

Xin Tang, who thought she had escaped a catastrophe, also felt better, and took the initiative to do things with Ying Huan after a long time.

It is rare that the harmony between the two seems to be back when nothing has happened yet.

After eating, Ying Huan went to the wine storage room and brought back six bottles of wine, which were lined up on the table.

"Want to play a game with me?" Ying Huan asked.

Xin Tang was about to ask why he suddenly wanted to play games, when Ying Huan continued: "If you win, I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

Xin Tang froze for a moment, his body stiffened involuntarily. He really didn't expect that Ying Huan not only knew everything, but also waited until he was completely relaxed before suddenly mentioning it.

For a moment he didn't even know how to react.

Ying Huan thoughtfully gave him enough time to digest before asking again: "How is it? Tangtang?"

People really shouldn't have any luck.

Xin Tang exhaled slowly and asked, "Then, what if I lose?"

"Tangtang, you should bet with me with the confidence that you will win. If you think about it, you will never lose."

Xin Tang hesitated for a moment, feeling that even if he lost, it would not be any worse than rejecting Ying Huan, so he simply asked, "What game?"

Ying Huan lined up six glasses in front of him, and poured six types of wine into the six glasses. His movements seemed random, but in fact, the wines in the six glasses were exactly the same height. .

"Guess what kind of wine I drank."

"But I don't know any of these wines."

"It's okay, I'll teach you to know."

Most of the time, there is no need to doubt Ying Huan's words. He said that he would teach Xin Tang to understand, so he would not use some tricks to make Xin Tang lose clearly.

Xin Tang nodded slowly, "Okay."

Ying Huan hooked her lips, very satisfied with Xin Tang's trust in him, "Next, I'm going to teach you how to recognize alcohol." (Note 1)

"Brandy, originally from the Dutch word Brandewijn, means 'burning wine'. It has the fruity aroma of grapes and the woody aroma of aging. It is a highly recognizable wine."

After all, Ying Huan drank the first glass of wine in one gulp, and Xin Tang had no time to stop it.

As a distilled and preserved spirit, brandy has a soft taste, but its alcohol content is really high. What's more, Ying Huan drank a whole glass in such a sudden situation.

It was almost visible to the naked eye, and Ying Huan's eyes became blurred.

Ying Huan licked her dry lips, pulled back Xin Tang's chair, and sat on the table in front of Xin Tang.

He bent down, with his lips almost touching the tip of Xin Tang's nose, and lightly said: "Smell it, does it smell like grapes?"

There was no need to smell it carefully, as soon as Ying Huan spoke, the intoxicating aroma of the wine dissipated, mixed with the fragrance of grapes and the unique woody aroma, as if pulling him into the wine to soak.

Xintang's heart beat like a drum when he was hooked.

Ying Huan chuckled, picked up the second glass of wine, and drank it down again.

"Daiginjo, a type of Japanese sake, has a soft mouthfeel, a sweet taste, and the fragrance of apples, but it's not as strong as grapes. Can you smell it?"

After all, rice is used as the raw material, and the fragrance of apples is completely overwhelmed by the aroma of wine, so Xin Tang can't smell it.

"It's okay if you can't smell it." Ying Huan tilted his head, lowered his head slightly, and said against Xin Tang's lips, "You can taste it."

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Ying Huan's lips were very hot, as if he was going to set him on fire.

Xin Tang was in a daze, as if he really tasted the sweet and sour taste of apples.

Ying Huan let go of Xin Tang in good time and drank the third glass of wine.

"Countreau is also a kind of fruit wine. It is strong and mild, cool but warm, bitter and sweet. It is a unique wine."

Xin Tang couldn't describe the taste of Cointreau, but felt that, as Ying Huan said, it was very unique. From smelling it to the time it squeezed into the airpipe and lungs, every second felt different.

He also seemed a little drunk, and what he saw of Ying Huan was no longer clear.

And Ying Huan, even though his eyes were blurred as if covered by a layer of thick fog, he could still clearly introduce the characteristics of each wine. The first is the tequila-flavored Mezcal, and the sixth is a spicy whiskey.

He spit out the aroma of the wine to Xin Tang, and let Xin Tang draw the alcohol residue from his mouth.

Later, the aromas of the six wines mixed together, but Xin Tang clearly remembered the strong and unique aroma when Ying Huan finished drinking each wine and said the first sentence to him.

When Ying Huan took a sip of the wine and leaned over to kiss him, the cool liquid seeped into his lips, and the clear grape scent instantly filled his mouth.

"Brandy……"

[This is brandy, I specially chose it for you...] In Xin Tang's mind, there seemed to be such a voice suddenly.

But immediately, he couldn't think of anything, because Ying Huan said "you won" against his lips, and then suddenly grabbed his chin, bit his lip, and stuck his tongue into it. His mouth fiddled wantonly.

That night, Xin Tang still couldn't remember what the third photo represented, but he unexpectedly dreamed of something else.

The protagonist of the dream was still him and Ying Huan, and it was also the table in the living room. He and Ying Huan sat side by side with a glass of wine in front of them.

"Tangtang, it's just a glass of liquid, smell it, it smells like grapes, right?"

"It's wine."

Xin Tang emphasized with a pale face, that expression, as if what was in front of him was a scourge, and he looked like he was about to faint at any moment.

"Yes, this is wine, and this is just a glass of wine."

"No, it's terrible, it makes people lose their minds, it makes people less human..."

"Tangtang, a fruit knife can also kill people, but before you use it to kill people, it's just a knife for cutting fruit."

"But...but..." Xin Tang spoke, but said nothing, his eyes were filled with tears, rolling down from his pale face.

Ying Huan gently covered Xintang's eyes, "If you're that scared, don't look at it yet."

Xin Tang closed her eyes in pain, "I can't, Ying Huan, I really can't, I can only imagine him dying...I..."

"It's okay Tangtang, you can be afraid, if you don't want to continue, then I'll stop, okay?"

"I want to continue, but I can't forget..."

"Okay." Ying Huan replied in an unclear manner.

Xin Tang was about to ask him what he meant, but he couldn't say a word because Ying Huan suddenly kissed him.

This was originally a scene where Ying Huan helped him overcome his psychological barrier to alcohol, but because of Ying Huan's actions, he became obscene. Ying Huan not only kissed him, but also moved his hands around him, skillfully provoking him. tease him.

Xin Tang was almost completely immersed in lust, but Ying Huan pushed him away at this moment.

Xin Tang opened his eyes in confusion, only to see Ying Huan standing up and sitting on the table in front of him.

Ying Huan's clothes had been ripped open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and the muscle lines were particularly smooth at night when the contrast between light and dark was stronger, which contained the wildness and explosive power of a man.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Ying Huan asked, her voice slowly flowing like a sea monster, full of bewildering temptations.

Xin Tang answered honestly: "Yes."

He even stood up, wanting to continue kissing Ying Huan, but Ying Huan stepped on the space between his legs, forcing him to sit back.

Ying Huan picked up the wine glass, and the aroma of the wine wafted away instantly.

"Don't!" Xin Tang stopped him, even his flushed face turned pale because of Ying Huan's action.

But Ying Huan was unmoved, he bent his wrist slightly, and the amber liquid fell on his collarbone, and slowly flowed down his chest.

The smell of wine suddenly became stronger.

Xin Tang's face turned pale even more, but his chest heaved violently due to his heavy breathing.

He hates the smell of wine, because it reminds him of Xin He who is drunk, Xin He who is drunk, Xin He who died of alcoholism in the old building...

But he couldn't help but be attracted by Ying Huan like this, his white as jade skin was infiltrated with amber liquid, showing a flowing and lively color | aura, which almost burned his reason.

"Now? Do you want to kiss me?" Ying Huan asked with a smile.

Xin Tang shook his head with difficulty, "I don't know..."

Ying Huan leaned back slightly, brushed his right hand over his chest, stained with wine, and asked, "Is it because of this?"

Xin Tang always believed that if Ying Huan wanted to seduce someone, no one would be able to resist it.

Now he himself has become the object of temptation, just like his own imagination, he has been lulled out of his mind, there seems to be a bunch of torches hidden in his chest, and Ying Huan can make it burn with a single look.

"Yes." He heard that his voice was unbearably dry.

Ying Huan stretched out the tip of her red tongue and wiped away the wine stains on her fingertips, "Don't you like it? This is brandy, I specially chose it for you. Smell it carefully, do you smell grapes?"

At a certain moment, Xin Tang seemed to have really ignored the smell of the wine, and smelled the rich aroma of ripe grapes, such overripe grapes seemed to ooze juice when squeezed.

He stared at Ying Huan's plump and moist lips, and slowly replied, "I smell it."

"Then, do you want to try it?"

This time, Xin Tang hesitated for a short time, "Think."

They were entangled in the strong aroma of wine, and later, he even frantically agreed to Ying Huan pouring wine into his body.

From then on, when he smelled wine, perhaps what he thought of would no longer be the tragic death scene, but this night with Ying Huan.

The next morning, when Xin Tang woke up and realized that his underpants seemed a little wet, and that he was even leaning against Ying Huan with vigor somewhere, his face was very bright.

It was getting late, probably Ying Huan was still in a hangover, so she slept till now.

Xin Tang wanted to sneak away and go to the bathroom to deal with it, but it was obviously impossible not to wake up Ying Huan, who had always been a shallow sleeper.

Ying Huan soon realized Xin Tang's embarrassing situation. He held Xin Tang's waist and asked, "Is this a special wake-up call?"

Xin Tang's objection was ineffective, and she set an example by "body", completely waking Ying Huan up from her hangover.

With such a fuss, being late was unavoidable. Ying Huan had already planned not to go out today, but unexpectedly an emergency call came and he had to rush to the company.

This relieved Xin Tang, because he was really curious about what news Aunt Huang would bring him today.

Aunt Huang came later than usual today, and her face was extremely haggard, her eyes were black and bloodshot, and her eyes were like a pair of dry and weathered stones, which were about to fall apart when the wind blew.

Xin Tang's good mood came to an abrupt end, and he could predict that something bad must have happened.

"Aunt Huang, what's the matter with you? Has something happened?"

Aunt Huang showed an extremely reluctant smile, "Something happened at home."

"What's going on at your house? Don't you really need to rest for a few days? Your face looks very bad."

"Don't rest."

Aunt Huang thought bitterly that Ying Huan would not let her go, unless she died, it would be impossible to escape from this vortex, but she couldn't die yet...

"Then yesterday..."

Aunt Huang took out a piece of paper and handed it to Xin Tang. This is the handover method she discussed with Xin Tang yesterday. It would seem too deliberate to go into the bathroom every day and whisper, so they agreed to use paper to convey information.

In fact, it doesn't matter what way.

Aunt Huang thought of the conversation she had with Ying Huan yesterday, and suddenly felt even more desolate in her heart.

Yesterday, Aunt Huang was blocked by Ying Huan at the entrance of the psychological clinic. Aunt Huang had no choice but to tell the truth about her and Xin Tang's plan.

After hearing this, Ying Huan actually showed a smile, and asked Aunt Huang softly, "Look, Tangtang still loves me, right?"

Aunt Huang wanted to say, "It's not out of love, but out of guilt, you lied to him!"

But she didn't have the courage to say that, she knew that this would definitely arouse Ying Huan's anger, so she could only watch her face and avoid the question.

Fortunately, Ying Huan didn't need Aunt Huang's answer. He continued: "What did the psychiatrist say? Tell me, this patient, too. I also want to know if I can still be saved."

Hopeless.

The psychiatrist's answer was that it was hopeless. (Note 2)

Mental illness is actually a very bad experience, because cognition and behavior cannot be unified, which will make them have a split cognitive disorder, and then fall into the spiral of self-loathing.

But when a patient voluntarily chooses to stop the drug, it means that he has accepted his disordered behavior during the onset period, and he has completely accepted that he has become a lunatic, then no one can save him.

"Is there no cure for me?" Ying Huan tilted his head, and he never even felt momentarily confused. Perhaps he himself had already realized and accepted this fact.

"In this case, it's a bit too cruel for Tangtang, don't you think?"

"Aunt Huang? Aunt Huang? What are you thinking?"

Xin Tang's voice brought Aunt Huang back from her thoughts.

Aunt Huang looked down, and it turned out that Xin Tang wanted to take the paper from her hand, but she was distracted just now and didn't let go.

She didn't want to give this piece of paper to Xin Tang, how much she wanted to tear it to shreds, and then told Xin Tang: This is fake, this is what Ying Huan asked her to bring, don't fall into Ying Huan's trap!

Xin Tang also sensed something was wrong, and asked suspiciously, "Aunt Huang, what's wrong with you? Are you trying to say something to me?"

Ying Huan's cold eyes flashed again in Aunt Huang's mind, she trembled, and let go of her hand: "No, no..."

Xin Tang was used to Aunt Huang's nagging, and was anxious to read the paper that Aunt Huang brought, so she didn't ask any more questions.

When he saw the content on the paper, his heart gradually sank.

Because the psychiatrist said that the patient will indeed show aversion to treatment. At this time, the trust and understanding of the family is even more needed. It is necessary to patiently accompany the patient to get out of this rebellious emotion. Better help patients control their emotions as soon as possible.

Xin Tang, who was concentrating on the words on the paper, didn't notice that Aunt Huang hunched over and hid in the kitchen, crying until her eyes were dry and she was almost bleeding.

She doesn't want to do this, but what can she do?She also has a sick son to take care of, it doesn't matter if she dies, what about her son?

If she doesn't accept the punishment that Ying Huan bestows, Ying Huan will frantically set the blame on her son, what else can she do?

Ying Huan was right. She was indeed too soft-hearted and indecisive. If she did something wrong, she would do it again.

Once again, she became Ying Huan's accomplice.