Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

"You just said you remembered. What did you remember?" Mu Yufan asked.

Cheng Yi looks into his eyes and remembers his reaction just now.

He fell to the ground to avoid the knife.

In the face of danger without warning, instinct cannot be disguised.

If he's really good, he doesn't have to hide like this.

"I ask you." Cheng Yi closes the door, stares into mu Yufan's eyes and seriously says, "did you touch my coat when you hypnotized me last night?"

"No." Mu Yufan was surprised and worried: "why do you ask? I won't touch any personal belongings of the patient. If you don't trust me, the next treatment can be arranged in the Research Institute, where there is monitoring..."

"When did I fall asleep?" Cheng Yi knew he had records and would be able to say it.

"Deep sleep is about 1:30 a.m." Mu Yufan said truthfully.

Not afraid of the knife in her hand, her eyes are sharper than the knife.

"What are you doing after I fell asleep?" Cheng Yi asked.

Mu Yufan said: "I had a video with my friends in M country for a while and chatted for a while. Then I was too tired and slept on the table until dawn."

According to these, we can basically rule out his suspicion.

At 1:30, I rushed from the hotel to Lushan lane, killed people, handled them and rushed back. Time is not enough.

And mu Yufan doesn't look like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder or cleanliness.

He still has a lot of lipstick marks on his face.

"Go wash your face, and then start." Cheng Yi's eyes softened and said to him.

"Oh, OK." Mu Yufan walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, only to find how embarrassed he was.

He tried to wipe it with a paper towel and washed it with water, but he still couldn't wash it off.

"Here." Cheng Yi stood by the door and handed him a makeup remover wipes.

"Sorry, it's not professional for you to see me like this," Mu Yufan said.

"Since it's inconvenient, just tell me directly. Don't do that," Cheng Yi said.

"I didn't expect such an emergency." Mu Yufan cleaned his face, looked back at Cheng Yi and said, "sometimes life is like this. You never know what will happen. I want to take off my shirt and take a bath, don't you mind?"

Cheng Yi walked away.

She went back to the window and thought about what had happened today.

When I think of Yang Xiao's allergy, I always think of his gentle eyes and those kind words.

Mu Yufan came out in his bathrobe. Although he was a little embarrassed, his clothes were really dirty and he couldn't wear them for the time being.

"Cheng, what are you thinking?" he asked and handed Cheng Yi a glass of water.

From the perspective of metaphysics, clear water is a pure substance, which is conducive to the elimination of emotions and stability of the human body.

He has also been studying Chinese metaphysics and numerology recently.

"Is it easy for me to think too bad about people?" Cheng Yi asked.

"Tell me what you think." Mu Yufan sat down in his chair.

Cheng Yi said: "there is a person, I can feel that he is trying to enter my life. Many times, I can feel his good, but..."

"You can't control yourself. You always feel that others treat you with a purpose?" Mu Yufan followed her words and said softly.

Cheng Yi nodded.

Seeing that she didn't want to continue, mu Yufan handed her a piece of white paper and several colored pencils and said to her, "I don't know who the person in your heart is, but you can try to draw him down. Let's play the game of guessing people by looking at pictures."

Cheng Yi knows that this is a means of psychological counseling and cooperates with him quietly.

From many colored pencils, Cheng Yi hesitated for a long time and chose a mint green.

When Yang Xiao first met her, he handed her a handkerchief of this color.

"Take a deep breath." Mu Yufan guided him and said, "don't think too much. You don't need to consider whether it's like or not. Just draw according to what you think."

He knows that Cheng Yi seems to have received a lot of training, and maybe his painting level is also very high.

I'm afraid she will consider beauty and blur the original image in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yi drew a man with only a few strokes.

The man on the paper is wearing a white coat, glasses and a scalpel in his hand, but his face is expressionless except for glasses.

The man is very small, a piece of A4 paper, accounting for only one third of the height.

Mu Yufan can guess that the man Cheng Yi said is Yang Xuechang.

He frowned, stared at the little man in the paper, and just wanted to speak.

Cheng Yi put down his pen, chose a blue with low saturation, and drew another person behind the painted villain. This time, the person was very tall and burly, and even drew the biceps brachii. In his hand, he held a big knife, no glasses, his face was blank, his facial features were not painted, and only a red pen drew a fire in his heart.

"What is this?" Mu Yufan pointed to the big knife in the man's hand.

"Scalpel." Cheng Yi said with a smile, "he's a doctor. The knife is to save people."

Her innocent smile made mu Yufan's hair stand on end.

"The little man inside is the scalpel." he said: "this big machete outside can not only save people, but also kill people, so is he a bad man?"

Cheng Yi shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"You added red fire to his heart. Why didn't you draw the heart for the little man wearing glasses?" Mu Yufan asked.

"Because he doesn't." Cheng Yi's expression is very calm. She points to the villain inside and says, "he doesn't have a heart."

"Does he have a soul?" Mu Yufan asked.

Cheng Yi thought for a long time and shook his head, "I don't know."

"Where do you think you are?" Mu Yufan asked, pointing to the pattern.

"I'm looking at him," Cheng Yi said.

"Is that what you mean by wandering away from this image and staring at him?"

Cheng Yi nodded.

Mu Yufan pointed to the flame in the man's heart and asked seriously, "what do you think this is?"

"I don't know," Cheng Yi said. "I'm trying to find out what this is."

"I thought the fire was you," said Mu Yufan.

"No, if you insist on finding me in the pattern, I'm probably here." Cheng Yi took out a red pen and drew a drop of blood under the small scalpel.

"Is this you?" Mu Yufan was surprised.

For the relationship between Yang Xiao and Cheng Yi, he had other thoughts in his heart.

Cheng Yi said, "this is who I used to be. Now I am outside the picture."

When this sentence came out, she had a confident expression on her face.

Mu Yufan looked at the pattern on the paper. He silently thought: it will bleed under the small scalpel. Why doesn't this machete?

"Are you afraid of this man?" he asked.

Cheng Yi shook her head decisively.

"Then why didn't you draw an expression for him? Can't you face him?"

Cheng Yi smiled and shook his head. "He looks very good. I can't draw his face."

Mu Yufan suddenly smiled, too. Yang Xiao's face is very beautiful.

"Can I keep this picture?" he asked.

"I'll give you the painting, and you have to promise me one thing," Cheng Yi said.

"What?"

"The company's dream journey, you go together." Cheng Yi paused for a long time before he said, "this is what the chairman means."

"OK." Mu Yufan agreed.

Hypnosis began, and Cheng Yi soon went to sleep.

Mu Yufan sent a video request to his colleagues in country M. he said in fluent English: "sort out and send me Michael Yang's personal data, work resume, all his published papers and all his research... I need everything about him."

After hanging up the video, he was worried and ran next door to see Jiang Meiyi.

Cheng Yi heard him go out and sat up slowly. He held a USB flash disk in his hand and walked to the table. Yang Xiao's computer just received an email, a compressed file package.

She copied the information and lay back in bed.

Mu Yufan, I hope your internal information will not disappoint me.

It's even to bother to draw such an interesting picture for you and steal a file from you.

If not, it's hard to get the information about Yang Xiao studying abroad. It's also helpless to use you. Who asked you to disclose that you were the same school with him in the racecourse last time.