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Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi pursed his lips tightly, his thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression was extremely bewildered.

How should he answer, not long ago, he secretly hid in the man's office.

When one of the police officers called "Doctor Cen", Lan Qiaoyi, who was hiding with Ji Zhi under the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains, took a deep breath. He didn't even know that the room he accidentally entered belonged to his "fiance" office.

The sound of "Boom, boom—" sounded not far away, Lan Qiaoyi's eyes drooped slightly, and he followed the slender shadow that was getting closer on the ground, and saw the elegant and elegant man.

Cen Wensui's gentle expression made him suddenly feel that the way the man looked at him was like looking at a playful child.

"Jojo, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

The slightly cool back of his hand was pressed against his white and smooth forehead, and the slender man leaned slightly, asking softly with concern in his eyes.

"I..." His beautiful and timid little fiancé looked away, his cheeks flushed slightly because of the intimate behavior, and his bright red lips opened and closed:

"I'm not feeling well, I...I want to rest."

Close at hand was Cen Wensui's gentle and handsome face, but Lan Qiaoyi felt a little nervous for no reason, his slender, white fingers curled up slightly, he tried his best to restrain his thoughts of retreating, In the eyes of the other party's earnest concern, he said in a low voice.

"Ah——" the man stood up straight, and took the back of his hand from his forehead. Before Lan Qiaoyi could relax, the next second, he felt that the hand hanging by his side was lightened by Cen Wensui. Pull up lightly.

"I'll take Jojo to have a good rest, okay?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of Doctor Cen's mouth, and the warm brown eyes reflected the little boy. When he was staring at him, he seemed to be drowning in it.

Although the strength in the man's hand could be called gentle, it still held the young man firmly, making the words he wanted to refuse finally stuck in his throat.

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, then was led by the man towards the way he came.

Halfway through the walk, he looked at the tall and straight back of the person walking in front, and a flash of panic flashed through his heart. How could he have forgotten that Ji Zhi was still in Cen Wensui's office——!

Although he knew that according to the previous behavior of the other party, there was a high probability that the man broke into Cen Wensui's office privately, and he would leave soon according to his vigilance.

...However, Lan Qiaoyi was still a little nervous. Not long ago, Ji Zhi got sick in front of him.

Now he followed the real owner of the office back and forth.

This feeling is too subtle.

With a sound of "Pa-ta--", the door of the office was opened, and Cen Wensui walked straight up to the desk, put down the documents in his hand, and turned to look at Lan Qiaoyi who was still standing at the door.

Before the man looked over with a smile in his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Zhi has already left.

"Jojo, come—"

The fiancé's gentle and concerned voice rang in his ears, the man leaned slightly, crossed Lan Qiaoyi with his long arms, and closed the door behind him.

"If you're tired, just lie on the sofa and tell me the details, okay?"

Lan Qiaoyi, who was led to the sofa, sat down obediently, his eyes left the exquisite pocket watch on Cen Wensui's chest that never left his body, his white and small Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes looked timidly at the man moist.

Dr. Cen, who was half squatting in front of the sofa, suddenly darkened his eyes.

"Jojo—"

His voice was a little hoarse, and his big hands with well-defined bones slowly covered the other's pink cheeks under the young Qing Lingling's gaze.

The moment he touched it, the man took a slight breath, the softness under his palm almost made him lose his composure.

He didn't want to admit that he was a strange person.

——It’s just that the eyes of the poor lamb looking at him are too docile at this time, and the admiration in it is almost overflowing. The man feels his heart beating "bang, bang, bang". For a moment, he thought in a daze:

Did I capture my lamb, or did the lamb tame me with its whiteness?

Cen Wensui thought so.

About the man's thoughts at that moment, Lan Qiaoyi didn't know, and he had no way of prying.

The cool fingers on the cheeks curled up slightly, rubbing the delicate skin up and down, until a small piece of faint redness appeared. Lan Qiaoyi felt a little pain, but when he touched the man's obsessed eyes, he froze. I felt a chill down my back.

He didn't understand why the other person looked at him so... that made his hair stand on end. At that moment, the intuition that rarely appeared told him:

That's not a loving look at your fiancé, but a possessive/desire for a favorite item.

Lan Qiaoyi was a little dazed:

Has his illness flared up again?The man in front of him looked so strange at this moment.

"A Sui..."

Lamb helplessly drooped his slender eyelashes, and under the man's naked eyes, his slightly pink fingertips trembled - he gently raised his hand and covered the back of the man's hand.

Cen Wensui was taken aback for a moment, his eyes regained a little clarity, he frowned slightly, drew his hand from under his white palm, and bent down to meet the other party's slightly dazed gaze.

Wen Liang gave the suffering lamb with a loving kiss.

Cen Wensui has never felt so deeply that he is a doctor at a moment - he comforted his beautiful love.

"Don't be afraid."

"this is nothing."

Lan Qiaoyi's subconscious panic was noticed by the man silently. He stretched out his hand to embrace the young man's slender body in his arms, and the delicate pocket watch on his chest flashed by.

"Did you not take your medicine today?"

Just as Lan Qiaoyi fell into the generous embrace of the man, and gradually felt a little tired after the onset of illness, a seemingly unintentional sentence in his ear made him bite his lower lip tightly.

The pure white teeth showed a streak of whiteness in the safflower juice, the originally chaotic consciousness came to life in the midst of a precarious thread, and almost exhausted all of his self-control, Lan Qiaoyi was not in the sudden onslaught of tension break free from the man's arms.

He let out a breath, looked down at the arm wrapped around his waist, raised his hand and hugged it.

Then he turned his head away, revealing a timid and cute smile in the man's probing eyes.

"A Sui, I'm very obedient."

The warm brown pupils reflected the always heart-wrenchingly beautiful face of the boy in his arms. The man did not say a word, but slightly curled his lips in the face of the more nervous expression on the other side.

"Of course, Qiao Qiao has always been the most well-behaved child. I still remember that when you were young, your uncle didn't let you go out to play, so you really sat in the small garden and waited for me to come to your house."

"Every time you see me, you always smile very happily."

As if he really thought of the joy at that time, Cen Wensui hugged her tightly, his chest trembled slightly, and his low laughter reached Lan Qiaoyi's ears.

"It's just a pity... Uncle is gone."

The voice at the side of the ear suddenly lowered, and the corners of the lips that were slightly raised suddenly pulled down. Lan Qiaoyi was startled, and then heard the voice of 039 in his mind:

[Trigger personal task: wealthy murder case. ]

[You were originally a carefree young master of a wealthy family. Even though your mother died early, you still have a father who loves you and a bamboo horse who grew up with you. Father, and all the memories before being admitted to the hospital...]

A gust of cold wind blew through the open window, and Lan Qiaoyi shivered slightly, her petite body was embedded in the arms of her fiancé in contrast to the man.

Seeing this, the man who was hugging him finally had a slightly frozen expression. He looked at his little fiancé with concern, stretched out his hand to cover the cold fingertips of the man in his arms, and lowered his head slightly. said affectionately:

"What's wrong? Still uncomfortable?"

The pretty girl in her arms nodded slightly, looked at the man with her black and moist eyes blinking, and slightly parted her red lips, telling Cen Wensui in a low voice:

"Well, Ah Sui, I want to go back."

To Lan Qiaoyi's surprise, the man quickly let go of the arm across his waist this time. Lan Qiaoyi followed his strength and stood up, but the man pinched the back of his neck slightly.

"Um……?"

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he panicked, thinking that the man had discovered something again, but he was slightly taken aback for a second.

Cen Wensui pressed a kiss on the lightly closed thin eyelids, and a gentle voice came from his ear:

"Go."

Lan Qiaoyi clasped one of the man's bony hands with both hands, and gently grasped it under the indulgent eyes of the other party.

The soft white face leaned against the warm and cold white palm, the thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and the eyes looked at Cen Wensui pitifully.

"Ah Sui, you said you would never leave me."

The gentle and handsome man's eyes changed, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but stopped because of the sudden knock on the door.

"Doctor Cen."

Lan Qiao put down the man's hand in a frightened manner, left a hurried "I'm leaving" and turned to leave.

The slender figure looked a little panicked for no reason.

At the same time, the voice of the main system came:

[After testing, the compliance rate of the human design is 80%, and the judgment result: pass. ]

When walking out the door, Lan Qiaoyi lowered his head slightly so that he didn't see the nurse passing by, silently looking at his nurse.

Cen Wensui at the desk put the photo frame back on the table, raised his head and said with a smile:

"come in--"

A man's voice came from inside the door, and the nurse withdrew his gaze from looking at the boy's figure, and walked in.

……

When Lan Qiaoyi returned to the restaurant again, the announcement at twelve o'clock happened to sound.

He stood at the door and looked around, but was disappointed to find that there were no teammates in the restaurant.

Including Yu Qi, the man left in a hurry in the morning, and Lan Qiaoyi didn't see him again throughout the morning.

The lunch in the hospital is not bad, but in the eyes of Lan Qiaoyi, eating a delicious meal alone is tasteless.

Even though the identity he played was a mental patient, but leaving this copy, Lan Qiaoyi was extremely clear-headed:

I am a normal person.

It's just that in this restaurant full of real mental patients, the sense of panic surrounded by unknown dangers swept over again. He sat in the corner of the restaurant with his head down, and after several deep breaths, he finally Unable to control his panic, he got up in a hurry and left the restaurant.

When he opened the door and returned to the room, in the bright sunlight outside the window, Lan Qiao leaned against the door panel behind him with ease and slid down slowly.

[Jojo...]

039's worried voice sounded in his mind.

"I'm fine, I may... really should take good medicine."

The pale boy endured the sudden palpitations, got up staggeringly, and barely moved to the bed, panting slightly, his cheeks flushed unnaturally.

With a sound of "哗啦——", the transparent medicine box placed on the cabinet between the two beds was picked up. Lan Qiaoyi looked at the colorful pills shaking in it, and his fingertips trembled a little.

"Nine, ninety-nine——" The complication caused by paranoia made him feel a little dazed. At this time, the young man with bright eyebrows and eyes was bright red, and he leaned helplessly on the bed, his dark eyes almost felt uncomfortable. And shed tears.

[Jojo... you still don’t want it,]

"what happened to you?"

Suddenly there was a voice in the room.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw the man walking towards him with a frown following the sound of the door closing.

"Yu, Yu Qi..."

The dense eyelashes were finally soaked into wet clumps by the rising mist. He raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him with an unclear expression, and his heart felt constricted.

Yu Qi's gaze passed by the young man with reddened cheeks and tears in his eyelashes, looking at the young man who looked aggrieved, looking at the other party's bare neck due to his posture, a strange feeling crossed his heart.

It was like giving yourself to him.

After being wet by rain, his little rose needs careful care.

The fingertips holding the bed sheet under her body turned slightly white due to the force, the red lips were tightly pressed, the dimples on the cheeks were faintly visible, and the slender eyelashes trembled, as if they had swept lightly at the tip of the man's heart.

"Why are you crying?"

There was an inconspicuous smile on Yu Qi's mouth, and he bent down slightly, wanting to reach out and wipe the crystal water marks.

——but his eyes froze when he saw the medicine box in Lan Qiaoyi's other hand.

"You took medicine—!"

The man's voice suddenly became flustered. He reached out to take the medicine box from the young man's hand, and even worried that the other party would avoid him, so he exerted a little strength.

With just a slight touch, the thin white fingers loosened, and Yu Qi took the transparent medicine box containing colorful pills in his hand.

The man was slightly stunned. He looked at the young man sitting on the bed with flushed cheeks, and suddenly realized something.

It turned out that his little Rose blushed not because she was shy, but because she was hurt.

"Are you ill?"

Lan Qiaoyi is now in a delicate state:

His body and consciousness seemed to be separated, even though his physical discomfort became more obvious and his fingertips became weak, his consciousness was extremely clear.

He watched the man in front of him leaning over and holding his hand, his usually wanton eyes darkened at this moment, and his thin lips opened and closed:

"Don't take medicine, Jojo."

Perhaps knowing that his words were too cruel, the man tightened his grip.

Even though the dizziness at the temples became more and more intense, Lan Qiaoyi still nodded slightly under the pleading eyes of the other party, and gently exhaled a warm breath from his red lips:

"I am obedient, don't abandon me."

Yu Qi was stunned for a moment, the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat for a moment, until a weak pulling force came from his hand, he raised his eyes again, and looked at the boy who was looking at him with foggy eyes, After a while, he replied:

"I will always be by your side."

Having received the low but firm promise, his rose finally showed a weak smile, before closing his eyelids, he whispered:

"Ah."

Yu Qi got up and drew the heavy curtains, then turned back to the boy's bed again, leaned over and covered him with a quilt.

From the moment he closed his eyes, Lan Qiaoyi fell into a weird and absurd dream. If it wasn't for 039's repeated assurances, 228, who handed over and left, said that the "Dream BUFF" could not be used anymore. He even thought he had entered the dream again. In whose dream.

This time it was his own memory.

"Little Joe, come to Dad."

Even though he has entered middle age, the man's face still does not look old. Instead, it seems that the years have blessed him with a charm like red wine, and he can still be called a handsome and elegant person.

This time, Lan Qiaoyi was no longer controlled by anyone. After seeing the man's face clearly, he suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart.

"Dad, Dad—"

He got up from the swing he was sitting on, and subconsciously walked towards the man.

One step, two steps... He gradually quickened his pace, and finally even ran.

"I miss you so much……"

The slender body was held in the arms of the man, and the cologne smelled a little bit drunk, but it was familiar from the boy's memory.

"Why did you come to my dream only now?"

A muffled voice came from the man's arms, Lan Qiaoyi was like a kitten, sticking to the slightly hard collar with a face of attachment, and rubbing it gently with some nostalgia.

It's just that the man didn't reply.

After the throbbing in my heart gradually dissipated, the grievance caused by not getting an answer gradually spread.

While muttering "You never ignored me before", he backed away slightly from the man's arms, stood up straight, and looked up.

But after seeing the face of the person in front of him clearly, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

——I don't know when, a smear of blood gradually spread from the top of the man's head, and the sticky scarlet flowed down slowly.

With a sound of "Pa-ta--", Lan Qiaoyi seemed to wake up from a dream, he stepped back a few steps, with deep fear in his eyes:

"You... who are you?"

He shook his head, his red lips trembling slightly:

"You're not my father—"

At this time, the blood-stained man smiled slowly, his blood-stained eyeballs looked extremely frightening, he stared straight at Lan Qiaoyi, and opened and closed his mouth.

For some reason, the man didn't make a sound, but the boy felt that he knew what the other party was talking about.

他 说:

It was you who killed me.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly woke up.

The moonlight outside the window shone softly on the ground in front of the bed through the gap between the floor curtains. He was panting slightly, feeling a little dazedly that the frosty moonlight, in his eyes at this moment, was actually It also turned into the piece of blood dripping on the ground.

"Jojo, are you awake?"

A man's voice came from the dark place, startled Lan Qiaoyi, sat up from the bed, turned to look at Yu Qi who was sitting on the other bed.

"Don't be afraid." He turned on the bedside lamp and adjusted it to a brightness that the teenager can adapt to. "Have you had a nightmare?"

He just asked casually, estimated the time, then bent down and got out of bed, and picked up the iron lunch box that was placed on it alone from the coffee table on the other side.

The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and under the light of the incandescent lamp, Lan Qiaoyi said in a hoarse voice:

"It was a terrible nightmare."

"I..." His expression was a little dazed, his dark eyes seemed to be looking at Yu Qi, and seemed to be out of focus.

"I dreamed that I killed someone."

At that time, the man who had already walked to the bed and was bending over to put the lunch box on the bedside table gave a speech.

There was a momentary silence in the air.

After a while, Yu Qi said in a normal tone:

"Are you hungry? Let's eat first."

He took out the tableware from the lunch box, placed it in front of Lan Qiaoyi, and then returned to his bed, crossed his legs, casually propped his chin with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and his long and narrow red phoenix eyes stared straight at him like this. Staring at the boy.

The aroma from the lunch box gradually permeated Lan Qiaoyi's heart, and his haggard and tense nerves were slightly soothed.

After a long time, there was a soft chewing sound, and a smile flashed across the eyes of the man sitting on the other side of the bed.

……

Because of Yu Qi's stop, Lan Qiaoyi didn't take any medicine the next day.

It's not that he didn't doubt the man's intentions. After all, for a person with mental problems, taking medicine on time is the best way to relieve the symptoms, but when the man's pair of eyes flashed across Lan Qiaoyi's mind and looked at him , when he looked helplessly but sincerely, he still softened his heart.

I believe in Yu Qi.

he told himself.

Regarding this point, 039 is happy to hear it. Whenever it sees the [Intermediate Leg Pendant] gradually lighting up in Lanqiaoyi's attribute bar, the CPU always heats up.

It is indeed the host that it has taken a fancy to at a glance, and it is really proud of it.

...It's just that sometimes when completing tasks, there is some paddling.

——Lan Qiaoyi didn't know what 039 was thinking at this time, he took off his clothes absently, thinking about how to get Yu Qi to agree to take him to find clues when he went out later.

At this time, Lan Qiaoyi felt that there was a reason why the cannon fodder department to which 039 originally belonged had only one system. There is only one: really being cannon fodder.

The loose pajama pants fell down to his ankles. Lan Qiaoyi bent over and folded them. He slightly raised his hand, took off the white shirt hanging from the hook on the front wall, and put it on his body.

Just as he was about to take off the pants hanging on another hook, there was a sudden noise outside.

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head away.

Then he met the eyes of the man standing at the door with his clothes in his arms.

The author has something to say:

The refusal to take medicine in this article is only for the sake of the plot, please don’t follow suit, the body is the capital of the revolution, you must cherish yourself!

Note: There will also be two changes tomorrow~