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The elevator door in front of him has been slowly closed, Lan Qiao Yi glanced at the gradually descending numbers next to him, curled up his fingers hanging by his side slightly.

[Please follow the character design and avoid OOC! ]

The sound of the main system sounded at this moment.

"Ah Sui, did you misread, I just got out of the elevator, and a kind nurse brought me up."

The corners of his lips were slightly curved, with two dimples on his cheeks looming, and he walked towards Cen Wensui.

"is it?"

When he stood in front of the man and hugged the other's arm affectionately, his fiancé was noncommittal, and looked at the petite and beautiful boy beside him with indifferent eyes.

The dense black long eyelashes trembled slightly, Lan Qiaoyi tightened the strength of his fingertips, raised his head, and looked back at the other party with some doubts:

"Ah Sui, what's wrong with you? You make me very uncomfortable."

Even though the squeamish young master lost his mother since he was a child, he was still loved by his father and bamboo horses and grew up. He left the greenhouse for a while, but was so suspicious and suspicious by the closest person left in the world. How could he not be angry?

The young man who was wrapped around the man's arm like a silk flower let go, and was about to turn around and leave.

Cen Wensui tilted his head slightly, looking down at the arm that still seemed to have a warm and soft touch, the color of his eyes moved slightly.

"Jojo—"

Lan Qiaoyi didn't look back.

——Even though his heart is pounding nervously right now.

"Jojo."

Just as he repassed the elevator he had just taken, a low voice suddenly came from not far away.

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, and there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor. He was about to turn his head to look, but in the next second he felt a whirlwind.

"what--"

The slender and handsome body was held in the arms of a tall man.

The arm that had been embraced intimately by the young man just now was tightly bound at the crook of his leg, and the whole body was almost embedded in the arms of his fiancé.

Everything happened so fast that Lan Qiaoyi was still a little dizzy now.

"what are you doing?"

"Fuck you."

The voice was not loud, but Lan Qiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

After being held by Cen Wensui for several steps, he put his hands on the man's shoulders, straightened up and looked at the man's sharp profile.

When meeting the other's warm brown eyes, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly realized that the man was not joking.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly panicked, and the hand that was originally on Cen Wensui's shoulder was pushed in front of him at this moment, trying to escape from the embrace that imprisoned him.

However, he was bumped up by the man, and changed his posture in an instant. When Lan Qiaoyi realized that his hands were pressed against his back by the person holding him, and his chest was tightly pressed against him, the panic in his eyes almost turned into a panic. to leak out.

"Kangdang—" with a sound, the office door was slammed hard, and his fiancé's face was gloomy.When he was slammed onto the sofa, he even felt that the other party's expression looked sinister for no reason at this moment.

The sunlight outside was blocked by floor-to-ceiling curtains.

No one knows what happened in this room at this time.

"Ah Sui, don't be like this... I'm afraid—"

It's just that when the man lowered his eyes slightly to look over, it made him shrink back for no reason.

Lan Qiaoyi stretched out his hand to push the person in front of him away, but was tightly grasped by a pair of big hands with sharp bones.

Cen Wensui gave him a steady look, then bent down.

The bare skin in front of her was white and glowing, and there was a little obsession consciously in her warm brown eyes.

The young man's slightly raised neck was slender and beautiful, and a light kiss landed on the greasy white skin.

The mottled light and shadow at the top of the room swayed out of a pair of dark eyes, the red lips opened and closed, and the faint breath dissipated in the air.

As if feeling uncomfortable in such a posture, the man stood up slightly, trying to put the other leg on the sofa on the ground.

But seeing the flustered and flustered pretty young man with his clothes messed up, he wanted to move back.

Cen Wensui, who looked down at Lan Qiaoyi from a high position, smiled inexplicably. The next second, the boy felt a pull from his ankle.

"Well--"

Before he could cry out, he was crushed under the man's body again.

At the same time, his hands were tied up by the tie that the man picked up from the coffee table next to him. The man's strength was so great that Lan Qiaoyi had no strength to fight back.

Big bony hands grasped the white wrist tied in a thin tie, Cen Wensui's neckline was slightly opened, and his usually gentle brown eyes were extremely deep at this moment, staring closely at the blushing boy below him .

Lan Qiaoyi watched the man on his body slowly leaning down, as if deliberately torturing himself, their cheeks got closer and closer, and the thin lips finally stopped at the corners of the young man's lips.

"you are mine."

As soon as the words fell, the man kissed deeply.

At the beginning, Lan Qiaoyi still clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to let the person on him succeed. As he expected, the person on his body frowned, but when he relaxed slightly, he was caught off guard and groaned. One sound:

"Um--"

I don't know when, the man's big hand with well-defined bones has slightly lifted the thin hospital gown on the young man's body, and slowly rubbed it along the smooth and fair skin.

His little fiancé usually looks petite and slender, but the touch under his palm is soft and smooth, and the slightly sunken sensuality of his fingertips almost fascinates Cen Wensui.

I don't know where it touched, the person under him suddenly trembled slightly, and the pink fingers like buds grabbed the cloth under him unbearably.

"Hehe——Qiao Qiao is so sensitive..." The ambiguous words leaked out intermittently from the intertwined lips and tongues. The man's voice was a little hoarse, which made one's face blush and legs weak.

Lan Qiaoyi softened his body in a futile manner, his slender waist slumped slightly, but his upper body was lifted up because of the red lips being held and ground by Cen Wensui, and a graceful line was slightly stretched out on his slender neck.

The tails of the young man's eyes were bright red, and his long, jet-black eyelashes were wet with crystal clear teardrops and clumped together.

The tie that was originally used to tie it was gradually loosened during the movement, and now it was hanging loosely on the slender white wrist.

The feeling of being kissed hard was too suffocating, and Lan Qiaoyi even felt in a daze that he was deprived of the right to breathe, he could not escape, he could only be entangled more and more tightly.

He is going to be killed.

There was a loud sound of "Boom--", the sticky/greasy liquid dripped onto the pink cheeks, the man was slightly stunned, and the originally obsessed eyes gradually regained a sliver of clarity.

The big hand with sharp bones wiped it casually, and what came into view again was a dazzling red.

The young man under him seemed to be stupefied by fright. Following Cen Wensui's line of sight, he saw the pool of scarlet flowing, and suddenly felt as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"I, I'm not—"

Accompanied by the sound of "Kangdang——", the glassware held by Lan Qiaoyi fell to the ground, "Gulu Gulu—" rolled a few times, and finally stopped at the foot of the coffee table.

The gentle and handsome face was disfigured at this time, and strands of blood continued to run along the tall bridge of the nose, across the thin lips, and tick-tocked on the young man's slightly trembling and outstretched white palm.

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi's brain was in a daze, and he was suddenly embraced by the man, and the low, coaxing comforting voices in his ears seemed to be selectively ignored by him.

"Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao, look at me, I know you didn't mean it—" Cen Wensui endured the dull pain from his forehead, frowned firmly, and slapped his chest with his clean other hand The person's slender back, wanting to use it to appease the tense teenager at this time.

"Qiao Qiao, be good, don't be afraid." The low, tireless words rang in Lan Qiaoyi's ears over and over again, and the flushed pretty face was now pale, and the moist black eyes were staring at him blankly. The man in front of him was patient.

Moist ticks landed on the back of Cen Wensui's hand.

He was stunned, stepped back slightly, and saw the crystal clear liquid gradually accumulating on his sharp chin.

"I..." He sobbed, his thin white fingers clenched the neckline of the man in front of him, his bright red lips trembled slightly, he tasted the salty tears, and let out his thin sobs, hitting the man's chest heart.

"I can't help it."

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi's heart was filled with morbid panic. He even felt that he was an executioner at that moment.

When he looked at Cen Wensui's bloody cheek, he inevitably and tremblingly thought of that strange man who had appeared in his dream.

"I don't want to kill people."

The boy muttered to himself.

What answered him was the force with which the person in front of him suddenly pulled him into his arms.

"No, I promise, you're just sick."

The pocket watch hanging on Cen Wensui's chest was cold, but at this moment, Lan Qiaoyi held it tremblingly, he unconsciously clenched his palms tightly, feeling that it was his only support now.

When the man took out the medical kit from under the coffee table and wrapped it up a few times in a hurry, he took out the gauze, wet it slightly, looked at Lan Qiaoyi who was sitting on the sofa with a pale and haggard face, and coaxed with some distress :

"Qiao Qiao, be good, give me your hand, I'll wipe it clean for you, just wipe it clean."

After speaking, regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, he took the boy's hand half-strongly, covered it with half-wet gauze, and wiped it carefully.

Throughout the whole process, Lan Qiaoyi just lowered his eyes slightly, watching the series of actions of the person in front of him, without saying a word.

Just when Cen Wensui cleaned up everything, changed his shirt, sat back on the sofa, and was about to reach out to embrace him, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

"My father, how did he die?"

The man froze for a moment, his eyes changed slightly, the hand outstretched in the air paused, and after a while, he withdrew it with a sense of disappointment.

Lan Qiaoyi, on the other hand, just opened a pair of dark eyes, almost stubbornly looking at the man in front of him.

Cen Wensui sighed, looked at him with warm brown eyes lovingly, and finally said in a compromised way:

"I called you here today for this purpose."

"The police are looking for your father's murderer, and the scope of the investigation includes the Glare Mental Asylum."

As soon as these words came out, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked at the man with a smile on his lips, feeling a little dazed.

"……what is it then?"

Under the puzzled eyes of his little fiance, Cen Wensui stood up and picked up a document from his desk.

The thin white fingers took the document tremblingly, and when the fingertips touched it, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly became nervous.

"Since that accident happened, I have been looking for the murderer behind the scenes, Qiao Qiao—" His hand was gently held by the man, and those warm brown eyes gazed at him affectionately.

"I hope you can understand that no matter what time, I will be by your side."

The finger that was about to open the file paused slightly, Lan Qiaoyi pursed his lips, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Cen Wensui took his hand and opened the document with it.

The young man lowered his eyes, and when he saw the photo in front of him clearly, his pupils dilated slightly.

If it weren't for the man holding his hand tightly at this time, Lan Qiaoyi couldn't restrain his trembling at all.

"This is only the police's preliminary judgment. Further investigations still need to collect evidence, but..." Cen Wensui shook his head regretfully.

"Just what?"

Lan Qiaoyi raised his head, almost eager for the man to continue talking.

"This person is missing and the police are still unable to find him."

As soon as the words fell, a voice subconsciously appeared in Lan Qiaoyi's heart:

fraud--

The man in that photo is clearly in this mental hospital.

—in the form of a corpse.

"Qiaoqiao, I promised uncle that I will take good care of you. No matter what, I will give you and uncle a satisfactory answer."

His hand was held by Cen Wensui, and he covered the other's cheek. The man's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at him gently and pleadingly. His lips opened and closed:

"Do you believe me?"

……

When Lan Qiaoyi returned to the room, it was getting late.

After coming out from Cen Wensui, he declined the other party's company and chose to leave alone.

Along the way, the face of the man in the photo kept appearing in his mind.

Unlike him who died, Yan Wenshu looked quite cheerful when he was alive. In that photo, he smiled brightly, and his starry eyes added a bit of youthful appearance to him.

No...at least not like what he saw, with a blue face and a lifeless face.

Lan Qiaoyi felt that his head was hurting so much. He followed the others to the door of the restaurant, but looked around in a daze.

Everyone is eating, and he should be eating too.

But he is not hungry.

——When Ji Zhi came to the back hall of the restaurant, the first thing he saw was that beautiful young man standing alone in the corner of the restaurant, at a loss.

"..."

He is not a nosy person, so even though he is doubtful, he is still not ready to talk to him.

Until he saw a patient who seemed to have a strange expression walking towards the boy.

"Are you a princess from a fairy tale?"

Lan Qiaoyi was startled by the sudden sound in his ear, he turned his head to look, but met a suddenly enlarged face.

——!

He staggered back a few steps, looked helplessly at the other party's gaze circled around him, and then saw himself again.

"You just..." The man stretched out his fingers and gestured, as if he wanted to explain to Lan Qiaoyi, but he didn't know that his movements looked very strange to the young man.

"I... I don't know you."

A pair of dark eyes were staring at the strange person in front of him. At this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the silver-haired man standing not far away.

He froze for a moment.

It was this diversion of attention that made the boy ignore the person who was still gesticulating and muttering to himself.

"You are a princess, now that you have grown up, you are still a princess—!"

A suddenly raised voice rang in his ears, and in a blink of an eye, Lan Qiaoyi saw that strange patient yelling at him with some irritability.

In his eyes, the "princess" with snow-skinned red lips who was as petite as a pocket doll a minute ago is extremely beautiful even in the same clothes as himself.

Although after he got close, the other party became bigger, even bigger than himself, but he liked it the same.

He felt that "Princess" smelled so good, like the cream cake he just ate.

The patient staggered towards the "princess" he was thinking of, and stretched out his thin hands, trying to touch him.

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, so he ran towards the side door of the restaurant closest to him. The restaurant on the first floor of the hospital was very large, and most patients would be concentrated in the front hall. use less.

Over time, in order to facilitate management, the restaurant management staff will only open it at one, three, five to facilitate the work of the logistics staff.

It's just that Lan Qiaoyi didn't know, so when he was about to reach out and push the door open, he heard a shaking sound from the doorknob outside, and the door was locked.

His heart trembled, and he immediately wanted to change direction and ran towards the front hall.

But at this moment, he felt a pain in his shoulder.

"Um--!"

He snorted, but didn't dare to turn his head back, his heart was beating crazily.

What Lan Qiaoyi couldn't see, Ji Zhi could see clearly. The man watched helplessly because he took a step too late, causing the boy's shoulder blade to be used by the crazy patient with the wooden wine glass placed on the backstage of the restaurant. Hit.

The obvious cry of pain was heard by the man. Seeing the beautiful young man with crystal tears in his eyes and biting his red lips tightly, a sense of irritability suddenly rose in his heart.

"Blue Bridge Yi—"

The man who was running with pain looked up and saw a silver-haired man with a cold expression and his lips parted.

[He says: Squat down. ]

In the timely notification from 039, the running boy suddenly squatted down, and the patient who was chasing after him froze in place for an instant.

With a sound of "Kang Dang--", the man fell down in response.

Because of a series of intense movements, Lan Qiaoyi felt that his shoulder blades were in extreme pain at this moment. He squatted there, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to move for a moment.

"Blue Bridge Yi."

The man's faint voice sounded at this moment.

The boy squatting on the ground had tears on his face at some point, even so, he still looked at him like this, without saying a word.

Obviously raised in a greenhouse, the delicate rose still stubbornly refuses the protection of the powerful.

For a moment, Ji Zhi couldn't distinguish his own mood.

He was a little angry at the young man's refusal to show weakness - at that time, Lan Qiaoyi clearly saw himself, but felt angry after seeing the other party hurt.

just now……

He leaned down slightly, stretched out his hand, and under Xiaomei's puzzled eyes, took off his gloves and stroked them with his fingers.

is distressed.

He sighed softly.

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