Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Wen Qingfan's shirt was half unbuttoned, exposing his chest. The slippers on his feet fell off because he was walking too hastily.

It doesn't look good no matter how you look at it.

Wen Qingfan's face turned darker, he turned around and opened the guest room next to him, and closed the door vigorously.

She twitched the corner of her warm mouth and muttered: "Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, alas."

Looking at the milk in his hand, he looked up towards the third floor, hesitated for two seconds, and then walked up.

Standing at Shen Que's door, he slowly knocked on the door.

Inside the house, Shen Que had just finished taking a shower when he heard a knock on the door. He turned around and walked over to open the door.

Wenqing saw Shen Que with a blushing face, glanced at it, and the water mist in the bathroom told him the truth.

He reached out and handed the milk to her: "Cow, milk for cooking noodles."

Shen Que raised his eyebrows slightly: "Dark cuisine?"

"No, I made a mistake. It's milk. It helps you sleep. You've worked hard today. Drink it and have a good rest." Wenqing spoke a little quickly, and when she held the milk with one hand, it became two hands.

Shen Que made a sound, reached out his hand to take it, drank it down, and returned the cup to him: "Is there anything else?"

She scratched her head tenderly: "No, no more."

Hearing this, Shen Que was about to close the door, but put one hand on the door to prevent her from closing it.

Shen Que tilted his head in confusion, his empty brown eyes open unfocused.

Her warm expression was unnatural and she stammered: "I, thank you for today."

Shen Que's tone remained the same: "Oh, just give me milk?"

"." She squeezed the milk cup tenderly, her thin lips dry: "I'm sorry, I'll buy it for you tomorrow if you like anything."

Shen Que thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything he wanted. He waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later, but remember to keep your mouth open in the future."

She blinked tenderly: "That's okay, you go to bed early, and I'll accompany you to shoot the last scene tomorrow."

Shen Que hummed softly and closed the door.

Wenqing stood there, staring at the door, rubbing the tip of her nose for a long time, and was about to go back to the room, when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her.

He followed the sound and saw Wen Fan leaning on the door frame, waving to himself. Wen Qing knew that he was about to be interrogated again.

He went to his eldest brother's room with his head hanging down.

Shen Que returned to the room and took medicine. He thought Jiang Jingchen would come again tonight, but he didn't.

Thinking about what happened during the day, I felt heart palpitations for no reason and felt a little uneasy. I lay in bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

He reached for the mobile phone on the bedside and dialed Jiang Jingchen's personal number according to his memory.

At this time, Jiang Jingchen was sitting on the experimental bed underground in Shengxun. There were needles inserted into the backs of his hands and special instruments on his head.
  He heard the designated ringtone ringing from his cell phone in his suit pocket.

Instinctively I want to open my eyes and check.

Sheng Xun held him down and said impatiently: "Don't move, the treatment is interrupted, do you want to give it up?"
  If you want to destroy me, don't ruin my reputation. "

Jiang Jingchen lay down again, his eyes falling on the clothes in the distance.

Seeing his distracted look, Sheng Xun glanced at the source of the sound and retracted his eyes in disgust.

As the next step of treatment began, cold sweat broke out on Jiang Jingchen's forehead, and he clenched the edge of the bed with his big palms. The veins all over his body became more and more purple, with vague signs of bursting.

After the cell phone stopped ringing, it didn't ring again.

An hour later, Sheng Xun turned off the instrument, pulled out the needle tube for Jiang Jingchen, and placed it under the light. There was a small squirming worm in the little bit of pure white liquid in the tube.

For so many years, Sheng Xun has been able to get one or two pieces out of Jiang Jingchen's body every time.

But this speed is far less fast than those eggs multiplying in his body. If he is forced to withdraw too much, Jiang Jingchen can be beaten to death.

The special medicine he developed can control him when he goes crazy, and the antidote can kill these eggs.

He raised his hand and poured the contents of the tube into the beaker, then lit a fire.

Jiang Jingchen walked over there with somewhat frivolous steps. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was really Shen Chue. He immediately wanted to call back and glanced at the time.
  I was afraid that she would be disturbed if she was already asleep, so my finger didn't land on the dial button for a long time. After washing his hands, Sheng Xun stood behind Jiang Jingchen in a teasing voice, raising his tail: "Let me guess, which bird is this?

Jiang Jingchen, do you still like to play stand-in literature? Let me guess, who is the substitute?
  Is she the little girl you brought here in person? It’s not like Qingque, either, or, well! Cough cough cough! "

Jiang Jingchen punched Sheng Xun in the stomach, his blue eyes flashed with fierceness: "Chende is not a substitute, don't compare her with her."

"Damn it, I just said casually, why are you so excited? You beat me to death, who will treat you!"

Sheng Xun clutched his stomach. This was the first time he saw Jiang Jingchen getting angry over a woman. He didn't even want a brother anymore!
  Jiang Jingchen glanced at him and stared at the phone without saying a word, wondering whether to call or not.

He feels that this is more difficult than signing a multi-billion contract.

Sheng Xun carefully held his stomach and approached. Seeing him staring at the missed call in a daze, he reminded quietly: "If you don't call back to explain, the little girl will be angry, right?"

"How do you know, what if she fell asleep?" Jiang Jingchen asked.

Sheng Xun rubbed his belly and rolled his eyes: "You think everyone is the same as you. You have never been in love. If you don't pick up after you fall asleep, you have to call him back. This is a matter of attitude.

Who told you not to answer the phone? Women only have to worry about that. Just be attentive. "

He looked like a master teaching his disciples.

Jiang Jingchen: "Then why were you dumped?"

His words were like a knife, piercing Sheng Xun's heart. The hand covering his stomach was changed to covering his heart.

"Jiang Jingchen, I really want to silence you. I dumped her, not me, okay?"

"That's what they say." Jiang Jingchen dropped these words, picked up his coat, and walked out.

Sheng Xun looked at his back and almost broke his molars: "Jiang Jingchen, people like you really have no friends!"

Jiang Jingchen paused and turned around: "So, you broke the defense?"

Sheng Xun almost vomited a mouthful of old blood and took a deep breath: "Get out! Stay away! Stay away!"

Jiang Jingchen closed the door of the laboratory and pressed the dial button.

The third floor of the Wen family.

Shen Que hugged his legs, buried his head in them, sat on the bed, and clenched his mobile phone in one hand. Two blue veins stood out on the back of his fair hands, and a terrifying cold aura emanated from his whole body.

The balcony was open, and the cold wind was blowing in. It was the only sound in the room at this moment.

Suddenly, the sudden ringtone of the cell phone vibrated, breaking the oppressive calm.

Shen Que raised his head, not sure who it was. He slid his finger to connect and put it to his ear. His voice was dry and weak, with a hint of anger: "Who?"

Jiang Jingchen was stunned. He was used to hearing her softly calling her brother, but when he suddenly heard such a cold voice, he thought he had made a mistake.

He glanced at the phone number to make sure it was correct, and said softly: "It's me."

After hearing this, Shen Que buried his head in his knees again and let out a muffled sigh.

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

Still one word,

Jiang Jingchen's eyebrows were twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". Ever since he gained strength, no one has been so cold to him. They are all trying to please him.

If it were anyone else, Jiang Jingchen would have made him disappear.

Jiang Jingchen's first reaction when Shen Que looked like this was that he was angry and hard to coax.

He coughed and explained softly: "Quite, I'm sorry, Sheng Xun was treating me just now and I didn't receive your call.

I promise I won't do it again. Can you forgive me this time? "

When Shen Que heard the treatment, he suddenly raised his head: "Treatment? Did you fall down during the day? Is it serious? Are you in the hospital?"

"It's not serious. It's just a change of medicine. I've already left. So, can you forgive me?"