Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

It's the sound of fingernails across the surface of the sofa.

"Don't open it."

Nanqiao's voice came from the direction of the sofa, showing extremely negative and low.

Wei'an took back the hand that had touched the switch, and his voice was as low and gentle as possible. "Why didn't you call me and come over by yourself?"

This is his usual tone when facing patients.

Nanqiao frowned, disgusted.

In the dark, she showed this emotion on her face without scruple.

She didn't answer Wei An's words, not even a perfunctory "en".

Although Wei An's office has been a long time, he has never walked through it in the dark. He can only find the direction of the sofa by intuition and sit down opposite Nanqiao.

If I kick something in the middle of the way, I'll lose my thumb.

He showed his teeth in pain, but it was not easy to counselle in front of women, so he stifled it.

And he always felt that Nanqiao was like a frightened bird now. He had already gone away.

"Is there anything I want to drink? I've learned how to make a new kind of wine recently. It tastes very strong. Do you want to try it?"

In addition to studying things related to psychology, Wei An's only interest is mixing wine, all kinds of wine. But it is estimated that he has no talent in this field, and he is not willing to follow the rules, so every time he mixes wine, it tastes a little bit——

Well

It's hard to say.

"Do you have any medicine?"

"Yes, but not for you."

That is, there is nothing to say. When Nanqiao asked, she didn't hold much hope. Wei'an always opposed her taking medicine and thought it was drinking poison to quench her thirst.

But he didn't understand.

For a person who is going to die, how to die is not important. The important thing is that there is no pain in the process.

She buried her face in her palms.

"Nanqiao, you can't refuse to communicate like this. Don't you come here just to have a good chat with me?"

His voice is more and more soft, with the flavor of bewitching, a little bit of temptation to her into his world.

"No Nanqiao's voice was heavy.

Wei An is not upset. If Nan Qiao is willing to cooperate, he will not have made no progress for so many years.

"What are you doing here?"

"Sleep."

Wei an

The simple and crude answer made him speechless.

Nanqiao used to come to his office to sleep when he was in America. He didn't answer any questions, so he just came to sleep.

She said that there is no place more quiet and suitable for people with insomnia to sleep.

Wei'an put his hand behind his head and leaned back into the back of the sofa with his straight back slightly relaxed. "Then you go to bed to sleep, and it's like something on the ground."

"Good."

Nanqiao didn't argue with him over such a small matter.

She got up and went to bed. Wei An's quilt was very clean. It didn't have the smell of miscellaneous things, or even the smell of him. There was only the smell of clean, fresh and sunny, which made it easier for people to fall asleep.

Wei An, a professor of psychology, can tell whether a person is asleep or not from her breathing rate, whether she is light asleep, deep asleep or half awake.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

He pays attention to the meaning behind Nanqiao's every action. Last time, she is just immersed in her own world, showing a kind of numbness that doesn't care about the outside world.

Therefore, he needs to know the reason why she doesn't turn on the light to judge whether her condition is serious or mild.

"Too ugly."

Wei an

He didn't expect that Nanqiao would reply obediently, and it was such an ordinary and feminine answer that he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"I haven't slept for six days. I look very pale."

He asked, "so the reason you don't turn on the light is because you don't think you look good now?"

"Well."

Wei An is completely speechless this time.

He played music to help sleep.

In the dark, Nanqiao opened her eyes, she couldn't sleep, "Wei An, am I ok?"

"No

"I locked up in the hotel room for a few days..." voice pause, for a long time, the tone is the same way: "you say, there is no man will always like a neuropathy?"

"You're very restrained."

"Wei An, I regret it."

Regret what, South Joe didn't say, only when Ann asked again, she turned over, back to him, obviously don't want to say.

Wei An sat on the sofa, slightly closed his eyes, did not move, did not speak, and his sense of existence was very low.