While Mucha breathed a sigh of relief, she heard the voice of a middle-aged man in a low voice.

"I'm here to see if you've drunk too much and I've sent you hangover medicine. ”

"No, I didn't drink much, I have important things to do, don't bother me again. ”

The Night Master's voice was cold, without any ups and downs.

But what he said was enough to misunderstand everything.

"Okay, okay, don't disturb your rest, then I'll rest too. The man's voice had a distinct smile.

Then Mucha heard the door closing.

She waited two seconds before walking out, and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"The guy who does process design often works with your company. This guy is supposed to be the one who arranged for you to come over with your dad. The Night Lord said, glanced at her, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"What?" Mucha didn't know what he was asking, and looked confused.

The thin lips of the Night Lord opened and closed, and after repeating it twice, he coughed dryly and said, "I ask you if you are sad that you have been arranged by your own father for this kind of situation." ”

Stupid girl, I have to make him say it so clearly!

"It's not sad. Mucha shook his head and said indifferently: "He is originally this kind of person, I have already seen through it." ”

Nightlord snorted, clearly not believing her words.

He shook the paper ball in his hand and said, "Why are you verifying this if you're not sad?"

"I ......"

"Muxia, in front of me, you don't have to pretend how powerful you are......" Night Lord said, suddenly realizing that what he said was a bit too much like him, and hurriedly added: "In front of me, you pretend to be white, and no one's disguise can escape my eyes." So, you better save your energy. ”

Mucha was a little touched by the Night Lord just now, and his expression was indifferent at the moment: "Thank you for helping me save my effort, but I really don't feel sad." ”

She never told anyone about her vulnerability.

The Night Lord looked at her deeply, and there was some inexplicable chagrin in his heart.

He was about to speak when there was another knock on the door.

"Shhhh The Night Lord made a silent motion.

Mucha understood and hid in the bedroom again.

But as soon as she entered, she heard the Night Master say, "Come out, your own people." ”

Mucha hurriedly pushed the door back to the living room, only to see the man with glasses she had seen at Jun's house standing in the living room, holding a tissue wrapped in Situ Hai's hair.

The man picked it up and sniffed it, wrinkled his nose and said, "Why does it smell?"

Muxia's face was hot, and she put it on the sole of her shoe, of course, it was more or less tasteful......

Just when she was embarrassed and didn't know how to explain, the Night Lord said calmly: "Your cleanliness habit is too serious, I just held it in my hand for a few minutes." If there is a smell...... Probably my body odor. ”

Mucha's expression was stunned: "......"

Luo Yi didn't think much about it when he heard this, put the paper ball in his pocket, and then, his gaze fell on Muxia, and after his gaze stayed for a few seconds, he looked at the Night Master who was only wrapped in a bath towel, and his eyes were a little surprised.

"...... you guys?"

"It's a bit of a personal matter, and I need to hide it from some people. ”

"Then it seems that this young lady needs to be tested

Already. Luo Yi stretched out his hand towards Muxia: "You also need to give me a hair for you." ”

Mucha immediately pulled out one of his hair strands and handed it to Luo Yi.

Luo Yi pulled out a piece of paper and wrapped his hair, then he looked at the night master and said, "That guy from the hospital...... I've tried all kinds of therapies, but it still doesn't work. The doctor said he had severe post-traumatic stress disorder, which was troublesome to treat, and would take at least a year. ”

"A year?" Night Lord's brows immediately furrowed, and he said, "It's been too long, we can't afford to wait." ”

At this moment, Mucha, who was next to him, stepped forward and asked, "Post-traumatic stress disorder?"