The sun turned to the west mountain, Fang Miao drove to the agreed café, and after stopping the car and getting out of the car, she saw Song Siming sitting by the window and sipping coffee at a glance, still with a proud face.

She walked in quickly, and when she entered the door, Song Siming also noticed her and waved her hand, Fang Miao smiled and walked to the seat opposite and sat down.

"I guess Lawyer Fang is coming, I just ordered you coffee, do you want to taste it?"

Fang Miao picked up the coffee cup and blew it down and put it down, going straight to the topic: "It tastes good, but I don't know what Song Jian said on the phone?"

Expecting that she would be impatient to ask, Song Siming sneered unceremoniously, looking at each other, one pretending to be profound, the other confused, the atmosphere was delicate, most of them were competitors who were competing and debating in the trial, and this was the first time to compete with each other in a face-to-face posture.

After staring at each other for a long time, Song Siming suddenly chuckled, and then turned his head sideways and handed out a brown document bag from the briefcase next to him.

He put it on the table and pushed it to Fang Miao's side.

Fang Miao watched his movements, his pupils contracted unconsciously, and he intuitively felt that there would not be anything good in it.

"Let's take it apart and take a look, I believe that it will definitely not disappoint Lawyer Fang. Song Siming took a sip of coffee, and his squinting eyes became yin and yang.

Anyway, he is a lawyer, and not messing up is the most basic professional quality, Fang Miao pulled her lips silently, glanced at the other party meaningfully, and reached out to open the file bag.

If Song Siming's behavior of taking the initiative to meet her privately for the first time made her a little unpredictable, then when she saw the clear photos taken in the file bag at this moment, she really understood the turbulent undercurrent hidden behind it.

Since Fang Miao opened the document, Song Siming had been paying attention to her changing face at all times, but unfortunately, he didn't catch a look that satisfied him.

In a few moments, she raised her eyebrows and threw down the document bag, and the photos inside were exposed from the front.

"I wonder what Song Jian wants to illustrate with these photos?"

"Lawyer Fang, doesn't understand?" Song Siming picked up a photo and pointed to the woman sitting in front of the bar drinking with the man, his eyes revealing cunning: "The person above is you." ”

Fang Miao frowned and said nothing, his eyes motioning for him to continue.

"I'm certainly not bored enough to send someone to follow you, I got this picture from a friend by accident. Speaking of this, Song Siming smiled even more ugly, "For the sake of this girl, my friend doesn't think about tea and dinner, he said that her name is Yin Lai, and he also sent her a bunch of white hyacinths before, and the location is the law firm where lawyer Fang works, do you still need me to continue?"

Fang Miao sat quietly, and there was not much emotion on her face.

"Why don't you speak?" Song Siming was a little anxious, he couldn't wait to see the end of this junior being trampled on by him.

Compared with his impatience, Fang Miao calmly stared at the silhouette of the person in the photo, and when he looked up, he rarely smiled: "The predecessor is a prosecutor, and now this is threatening me? ”

She pretended to think about it, and said indifferently: "Deceiving other people's feelings and causing mental crimes? As far as I know, neither the Criminal Law nor the Lawyers Law shows that this alone is a crime in the substantive sense." ”

Song Siming's face sank, and he lowered his voice: "You said that if you see the newspaper, what will happen to Lawyer Fang's reputation?"

Fang Miao indifferently took the photo from his hand, without shaking the meaning: "Reputation? Song Jian doesn't understand, if you climb to a high place, your scandal will no longer exist, and fame and fortune will take the initiative to find you, this is the predecessor of the prosecutor, who should be here!"

Her reaction was something that Song Siming never expected, and she originally wanted to force her to make concessions, but it seemed that she had made a mistake.

"It's nothing, I'll go first. Fang Miao picked up the bag next to him and shook the photo in his hand: "I'll take this away, and leave the rest to Song Jian to dispose of at will." ”

When the words fell, she smiled generously, and then turned to leave.

Behind her, Song Siming watched her walk away with proud steps, but there was no way to save face, and the hand on her knee was clenched into a fist, making a "gurgling" sound.

And Fang Miao, who had held on all the way, was completely deflated as soon as he got in the car.

She leaned back in the driver's seat, her brow furrowed deeply, her hand clutching the photo, her eyes filled with fear. Yes, she is afraid, afraid of being exposed, but she can only gamble!

Obviously, she undoubtedly won this duel, but what is the feeling of being strongly suppressed and becoming more and more intense and clearer? What is that tearing feeling that is about to move, almost taking away her reason?

It was like a thorny seed hidden in the bone marrow, taking root in the deepest depths, and gradually tearing and sprouting, Fang Miao started the engine, but the joints of the whole body became as stiff as death, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't turn the steering wheel, and the blood flowed backwards to her brain, where there was a lingering voice that made her linger, like a nightmare bewitching her, and even taking away her reason!

In an instant, the pain in the temples suddenly jumped, and I couldn't stop pressing it!

"As I said a long time ago, you don't have the courage to accept your own failures, let alone my existence, so sleep, forever!" the ethereal voice echoed from the depths of his mind to the auditory nerves.

The voice that he had hallucinated in the law firm's pantry sounded again, Fang Miao raised his head with difficulty, as if hallucinating, in front of the car glass there was a face similar to his own, and there was a wanton smile on that face.

"Yin Lai, right, let me tell you...... I can!" She endured her headache, and the demonstrative emphasis was even more to herself!

"Really, did you forget what happened to Wu Le because of your negligence or your retreat?"

"You don't understand anything at all!" Fang Miao let out a low roar, the headache was even worse, and the tearing sensation that spread all over his body in an instant had no way to vent at all, so it could only be done in this way.

In the field of vision, the person in front of the window suddenly sneered: "You only have a hard mouth when you are awake, but unfortunately, in this world, no one understands you better than me!"

Fang Miao pressed one temple stiffly, one hand unintentionally hit the steering wheel, the long and piercing whistle resounded throughout the street, a few seconds later, she removed her hand like thunder, looked at the person in front of the window who was exactly the same as herself, and tried her best to say a "no", but her neck seemed to be choked, except for the leakage of a muffled snort of pain, she didn't even have the strength to shout.

The strange laughter was dismissive, and his ears buzzed until the last pain passed, and everything in front of him was swallowed up by the sudden darkness......

The sun disappeared in the western mountains, and the last rays of morning and dusk were replaced by night, and the black curtain quietly fell and enveloped the entire land.

For a long time, the breeze blew into the car along the half-open windows, and the hair that fluttered with the wind itched on the neck, and brought a sense of coolness to the people who lost their consciousness in the car......

The pain that disappeared, the sound that no longer existed, Fang Miao, who was awake again, returned to normal, looking at the sky that had been completely dark, she started the car and drove forward.

The street is brightly lit, and the roadside stalls are all over the street, and the sound of talking and locomotives is mixed together, which is particularly lively.

Fang Miao sat on a small stool on the side of the street and waited to be fed, the smell of barbecue smoke overflowed the tip of his nose, arousing his appetite, but his heart was always panicked.

The lights of the street lamps in the distance mingled in one place, forming a huge halo of light, and she stared boredly at the intersection on the opposite side with her chin propped up.

"Miss, you ordered a cold drink. "Warm greeting from the service guy.

She was going to nod her head, but she forgot to react for a moment, because a person walked out of the club on the opposite street, and the harsh light was not enough to see his face, but it was enough for her to recognize it at a glance.

The man stood on the opposite side of the road, casually glancing in this direction, and the two looked at each other across a long street full of traffic.

Those eyes, dark and deep, like the brightest light in the boundless night, met her gaze directly.

At that moment, all the sounds around him gradually faded away, and Fang Miao's world was silent, just like a special effects shot in a movie, the people and things around him disappeared quickly, and the lines of sight met in the air, and they froze.

For a second...

Three seconds...

Five-second ......

She saw that Yan Zheng had already walked towards her, and all her attention was attracted by him, until he crossed the pedestrian street and came to her, and he said, "Do you mind if I sit across from you?"

Fang Miao's bright eyes blinked twice quickly, nodded knowingly, and then ordered a bottle of cold drink, the skewers were not blessed to enjoy on the table, and it took a bite to chew for a long time......

On the other side, Yan Zheng hid his smile by drinking a cold drink.

Fang Miao frowned and took another bite of the skewer, and asked again and again, "What I said last time, isn't it too much?"

It was rare that she was willing to take the initiative to mention it, Yan Zheng glanced at her through the street lamp, and there was a smile in his tone that even he couldn't detect: "It's a little." ”

"......" someone buried his head deeper.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Yan Zheng didn't dare to joke anymore, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and smiled harmlessly: "But fortunately, it's just keeping a distance, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to sit here." ”

Fang Miao's flexible head was stuck for a moment, and when he reacted and looked up at him, his gaze was impartially opposite in the air, and the skewers placed in the center of the table floated white smoke, blocking the center of his vision, and his eyes became foggy.

"You like Yin Lai, don't you?"

Her voice was slow, with a tentative tone, but at the same time it betrayed that caution.

Yan Zheng was slightly stunned, lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously, the heartstrings were not beating, it was fake, and some words blurted out like this, "Why do you think so? If you like me, I will like you." ”

With a "boom" in her brain, Fang Miao even had an illusion of fireworks splashing in her eyes, was she being teased?

The roots of her ears were red, she coughed dryly twice, her eyes were confused, but she didn't dare to look at the person opposite, and changed the topic in a serious voice: "I'm just asking...... I've always wondered, does a split personality end up being a madman?"

"No, it won't. Yan Zheng replied almost immediately, and he was extremely sure.

Fang Miao secretly thought about it, but after thinking about it a few times, she couldn't talk about it, which made her uncomfortable.

As a psychiatrist, as long as the other party makes a move and a look, Yan Zheng can quickly find out the person's mind, and it is precisely because he understands her heart that he has a moment when his brain is blank to the point of stopping operation.

He lowered his head and spun the can in his hand, his dark eyes hidden in the darkness.

Fang Miao's heart was as confused as numb, her fingers pressed the leather bag, unconsciously stirred, and after repeated measurements, she still decided to speak: "Then is Doctor Yan willing to accept a bad, capricious, stubborn, and disobedient patient like me?"

She closed her eyes and finished in one breath, and when she opened them, she happened to meet his heavy eyes.

I still remember that night that she emphasized that she didn't like to be treated as a patient, and she wanted to avoid all the people related to the disease, but at this moment she accepted everything and preferred to accept treatment, no matter what caused her to change, Yan Zheng hesitated at this moment.

Perhaps at the first meeting, he could define their relationship as a patient, who could solve her illness with great expertise, but in the course of a month, his state of mind changed without him even noticing, like a chain reaction, and these changes caused Yan Zheng to not be able to give an answer easily at this moment.

The night breeze was blowing, and everything around them softened, including the way they looked at each other, one expecting an answer, the other struggling with a choice.

She pinned her hopes of healing on him, and he, as a healer, had selfish thoughts for the first time.