Paranoid Fu Shao's heart

Chapter 1

Mulberry Garden, in the study on the second floor.

The cold low pressure spread throughout the room, and the air was very oppressive.

"Now only if she is freed and exposed to the lives of normal people outside, can her situation improve."

As Xiao Feng's words fell, the man sitting on the chair had cold brows, and his black eyes, which were as cold as a cold pool, were full of stings.

After a long time, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said these words slowly: "So, I caused her to be like this?"

The psychiatrist Xiao Feng raised his gold-rimmed glasses, and on his handsome and gentle face, he remained silent, neither confirmed nor denied, but the meaning was already obvious.

He had persuaded Fu Shihan many times a long time ago that he must not confine a good person in the room.

But Fu Shihan didn't listen.

As a result, now that he is severely depressed and autistic, he cut his wrists and committed suicide, and he was too hard on himself, and this time he almost fell into the coffin!

"It's time for you to calm down your emotions recently, keep an eye on her, and don't let her do anything that hurts you again." Xiao Feng told Fu Shihan worriedly.

His handsome eyebrows were clean and gentle, and after thinking about it in his heart, he continued: "I'll try to hypnotize her in the afternoon and relieve her psychological shadow. But first, find a way to get her consent."

He couldn't heal Fu Shihan well, and he made Fu Shihan do this. This time, he must heal her well.

"Right now, the person who unties the bell needs the person who tied it, and your every move may affect her. And the most important point, you should also be clear..." Xiao Feng paused.

"...Don't do that kind of thing to her again. If you are drugged or want to, you have to find another woman."

The words have been spoken, and it is too late to take them back.

The man raised his eyes, and a ruthless look shot over him, his whole body exuded a cold aura, and his eyes were full of indifference.

His eyes were terribly cold, and the brows were filled with a cold and evil spirit that gnawed away at the bones.

Xiao Feng was frozen by his eyes, and waved his hands embarrassingly.

"Don't talk, you are better than Luosang, and you can still say something, I... I will go downstairs to see if Shu Bai and Xie Yunzhen have arrived." After speaking, he quickly slipped out.

Don't mess with Boss Fu!
……

From the beginning to the end, Fu Shihan only said the sentence just now.

The man was silent for a while, got up and left the study, he walked straight to the bedroom, and when he reached the door, two bodyguards dressed in black stood there, shouting in unison: "Young master."

Fu Shihan's footsteps stopped suddenly, his eyes fell on the door, and the cage-like door stabbed his eyes abruptly.

This door was built by him to close her in order to prevent her from escaping.

Fu Shihan's clenched fist suddenly slammed hard on the door.

His eyes were red.

The door was not damaged at all, but his hand was bleeding bright red, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Facing the two bodyguards standing at the door, he spat out coldly: "The door has been demolished."

After leaving these words, he stepped into the bedroom.

The dim room was very quiet, with the sound of subtle footsteps approaching slowly, the man walked to the French windows, pulled up the curtains, and the warm sunlight illuminated the whole room.

The girl curled up at the corner of the bed, her body curled up into a ball, her hands wrapped around her knees, and her head was buried between her knees, like a helpless child.

Fu Shihan stood in front of the girl, paused for a while, and sat on the ground in a suit and leather shoes.

The bright light clearly illuminated his cold and three-dimensional handsome face.

He moved his body and got closer to the girl.

Carefully stroking her head and smoothing out her hair.

Fu Shihan tried his best to lower his hoarse voice so as not to scare her: "Sang Bao, do you want to go out... I'll take you out if you say something."

She was silent, silent.

Still unresponsive, like a doll.

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ps: The hero is extremely paranoid and possessive. His love for the heroine has turned his paranoia into a demon, and there is no cure. Only the heroine is his medicine.

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