Meng Fan entered the bosom brother mode: "Don't think about messy things, calm your mood, or go take a hot bath and drink a cup of hot milk." ”

"None of that worked." With a faint sound, the door of Meng Fan's bedroom opened, Yan Yi's body blocked the light that came in from outside the door, forming a backlit silhouette, and the voice on the phone merged with the voice ringing in the bedroom, "I want you to talk to me." ”

Meng Fan's heart skipped a pound twice, hung up the phone and looked at Yan Yiyi: "I'm already off work." ”

Say yes to work eight hours a day!

Yan Yi walked in, closed the door with his backhand, and the bedroom fell into darkness: "But as you said, I can always come to you if I have any questions." ”

Meng Fan rolled his eyes in the dark,

When Meng Fan invaded the spirit world, he needed to look into the other party's eyes, and if he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't get in.

Therefore, the saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul is completely in line with reality.

Yan Yiyi's shoulders trembled: "Doctor Meng, your expression and tone don't match. ”

Meng Fan fell into an awkward silence: ...... Damn, it's so dark that you can see Lao Tzu rolling his eyes, are you an owl?

"Ahem, you go and turn on the light, I have a way to put you to sleep." Meng Fan forcibly diverted the topic.

"I don't want to sleep." Yan Yi walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, one hand propped up beside Meng Fan, and the fragrance of the men's shower gel on his body teased Meng Fan's fragile nerves.

"What do you want to do...... Do what? Meng Fan cautiously changed a word to avoid this flirtatious madman from connecting with the stalk of "you" by the way, and then quietly wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis with a quilt, which was very secure.

Yan leaned forward, pressed on top of Meng Fan in a vain, shrouded him in his arms, his tone was charming, and he said in a seductive long voice: "I want to make love with you." ”

"?" Meng Fan felt that something was wrong, wrapped the quilt tightly, and asked, "Are you still Yan Yi?" ”

The other party shook his head and said lightly: "I'm Yan Er, you can also affectionately call me your husband." ”

Meng Fan: ...... Got it, that color. Romantic.

"Don't mess around." Meng Fan shrank back, but he wasn't too nervous, because he estimated that the other party's personality would soon switch again, and even if he really wanted to do something, he wouldn't even have time to take off his clothes, and it hurt to think about it.

"Who's going to mess around with you." In the dark, Yan Er suddenly sneered, his aura changed suddenly, he turned over and got out of bed, and sneered bitterly, "You are ugly to me again, it's really ghostly." ”

"Yan San?" Meng Fan was so angry that he hammered the bed, "Why are you again!" "It's easy to get beaten up if you show up so often!

Yan San sneered: "I still want to ask you, hehe, forget it, I'll go and see the male god to wash his eyes." ”

Meng Fan was shocked instantly: There is actually a male god in this product?

"I'm going to go soft when I look at you again." Yan San complained angrily and walked out of the room, implying that it was hard now.

Meng Fan was driven by curiosity, restrained the ** who was fighting with Yan San, and quietly followed behind.

The villa was big and empty, the wall lamps emitted a dim light, reflecting the blurred oil paintings on the walls, the atmosphere was very much like a horror movie, walking and walking, Yan San came to the end of the corridor and stopped.

On the wall in front of him, a self-portrait of Picasso hangs.

"It's beautiful." Yan San's voice trembled slightly, full of passion, and his slender fingers caressed the face of the self-portrait with affection, "No matter how many times I have seen it, I will be shocked by your beauty, my male god ......"

Meng Fan's mood was so entangled that he couldn't be more entangled: the alien-like aesthetics of the slot, no wonder Lao Tzu is ugly!

"Uh-huh......" Yan San raised his head slightly, and a sexy and seductive moan overflowed from his throat. groaning, the two straight and well-proportioned long legs under the high-lifted nightgown were slightly branched apart, shaking rapidly with the whole body.

Meng Fan's face was horrified: Damn, this person is sick, masturbating at Picasso!

At this moment, Dr. Meng almost wanted to split into twenty-three personalities to accompany him in horror, because a look of horror was obviously not enough!

And yet completely intoxicated with lust. Yan San, who was in the middle of it, didn't notice the movement behind him at all, and played very highly, moaning low and pleasant. Wave after wave of chanting reached Meng Fan's ears, and Meng Fan hid behind a one-person-tall art vase, blushing and heartbeat from Yan San's voice. He hesitated whether to go over and get the master personality out now, but the problem was that if the master personality suddenly appeared in this scene, Meng Fan felt that he couldn't explain it even if he had a hundred mouths, so he decided to wait quietly behind the vase and wait for this person to finish stroke......

However, Meng Fan obviously underestimated the durability of Yan Yi's body.

Three minutes later, Yan San, who was facing Picasso's self-sufficiency, suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering roar: "Damn, you're sick!! ”

Meng Fan nodded wildly behind the vase: Aren't you just sick!

This person, who didn't know that it was Yan Ji, looked very irritable, and after scolding, he was still angry, and pulled Picasso's self-portrait off the wall and slammed it to the ground, with a loud bang, the entire frame was broken, and Picasso's face was distorted even more. This person who didn't know that it was Yan Ji was not enough to finish Yan San's male god, so he picked up another painting hanging next to him and slapped it on the wall, and the frame of the picture was broken in response, and there were debris all over the ground.

"! Damn it! Die! All to Lao Tzu to die! This apparently manic personality quickly kicked over the two small tables, crushing the artistic ornaments on them, and then walked towards the large vase where Meng Fan was hiding with a pair of red eyes and a hideous face.

Meng Fan was startled, hurriedly jumped out from behind the vase, and without saying a word, he directly entered the other party's spiritual world, quickly strengthened the master's personality, and then retreated.

Yan Yi, who had just been strengthened, was stunned for a while, gently put the large vase on the ground, swept his eyes over the mess on the ground, and thought for a moment and said, "Is Yan Twenty-Four coming out?" ”

“…… That personality seems to have mania. Meng Fan said.

Speaking of which, Meng Fan suddenly discovered a problem.

Although he is a fake psychiatrist, he has not read professional books, and he has not been in contact with patients with split personalities other than Yan Yi, but even according to the ideals, patients with split personality should not have every individual personality abnormal, it stands to reason that most of the personalities that have been split out should be ordinary people with different identities and personalities, but Yan Yi's current personality is very strange, and Yan Er is an out-and-out color. Erotic madness, Yan San's arrogant and poisonous tongue is aesthetically wonderful, Yan Qi is transvestite, Yan Twenty-four is manic...... In fact, if you think about it carefully, the only normal person seems to be Yan Yi.

"Yan Twenty-four's temper is very irritable, and he will go crazy when he is stimulated by a little thing." Yan Yi sighed softly, "Fortunately, he appears the least number of times." ”

"I don't think it'...... right," Meng Fan followed the train of thought just now, bowing his head and pondering.

"Not quite right." Yan Yi pointed to the small tent under him, revealing a mysterious smile.