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"Sick" here is not a derogatory term, but everyone has some mental illness to a greater or lesser extent, although fame can bring them all kinds of unexpected gains, such as fame, such as money, such as popularity, etc.

But because of these, their rights as human beings---- such as freedom, such as thought, etc., cannot be decided or controlled.

This is also why Sika said that people always have to do something involuntarily, and people always have to say something insincere, especially in South Korea, the strange and treacherous existence of anti deeply troubles every artist.

Since Weng Tingjun became famous, the only thing that has grown steadily is the number of anti, and sometimes he is even annoyed by these anti, although he can fight back blatantly, but he is scolded every day by his father and mother, who does not respond?

What's more, Enjing, who has been deeply affected by it for more than half a year, not only Enjing, but other women who have a relationship with Weng Ting also have some mental illness.

Li Juli travels to the surrounding area twice a week to relieve stress and mood. Su Yeon asks a psychologist once a week to relieve her mood, some of which are more exaggerated, and the company even hires a psychologist as a consultant, and various examples are not uncommon.

So Weng Tingjun opened the door, listening to Han Enjing's creepy scream, he was slightly distracted, subconsciously thinking that this was an artist's occupational disease, and he was a little worried.

Some people can manage this psychological problem very well.

But some people are struck down by these questions and feel that there is nothing to love.

Think about Zhang Ziyan, think about those who were forced to end their young lives because of all kinds of criticism and difficulties.

Weng Tingjun chuckled in his heart, walked to the door of Han Enjing's bedroom, unscrewed the door handle lock hard, and found that the door was locked, the sound was still continuing, and he couldn't care so much, Weng Tingjun sweated profusely and took out a baseball bat from Park Hyo-min's room, and returned to Han Enjing's bedroom door again.

"Eunjing, it's me, open the door."

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no reaction at all.

"Enjing, I'm Weng Tingjun, open the door quickly, I have something to look for you."

There was still no response, but the screaming voice suddenly changed, becoming fragmented and chattering, and Weng Tingjun held his breath and stared, his ears pricked up.

"Li Xicheng... Don't come, please, don't come。。。。。。。 ”

Li Xicheng?

Weng Tingjun frowned.

Isn't this the scum that was disposed of by Zhang Lindong?

Why does Eun Jing keep repeating this name?

No matter.

Weng Tingjun picked up a baseball bat and began to smash the door.

Bang dang.

Bang dang.

When Weng Tingjun's tiger's mouth was about to shatter, the door was finally smashed open as expected.

Opening the shattered door, Weng Tingjun's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and his gaze was a little uncomfortable with the sudden darkness. There was a faint fragrance in the room, if it weren't for this fragrance, Weng Tingjun thought that he had broken into a gloomy place, and by the light of the living room, Weng Tingjun found Han Enjing, who was curled up in the quilt without showing his head.

Seeing this scene, Weng Tingjun was even more worried.

He flipped the light switch.

Click.

In the dark room, it was much brighter in an instant, Weng Tingjun cautiously came to the window, opened the curtains, and when the bright sunlight outside was all shrouded in, Weng Tingjun found that Han Enjing's voice had weakened a lot, he let out a long breath and tried to shout: "Enjing.. Eun Jing? ”

Stay back.

Li Xicheng, please don't come here.

I was wrong, I'm sorry, please don't torture me.

Han Enjing tore off the quilt, pressed against the wall in a panic, struggled hard, and looked at Weng Tingjun with a shocked face, Weng Tingjun took every step, Han Enjing's body became more stiff, and her eyes were full of bloodshots.

Hearing Han Enjing's nonsense, Weng Tingjun's right hand trembled slightly.

Something suddenly dawned on him.

He suddenly understood why Zhang Lindong would look at him with a meaningful look whenever he mentioned Han Enjing!

He finally understood why Zhang Lindong was full of praise for Han Enjing.

He finally understood why Han Enjing was so haggard after returning from the United States, and even deliberately avoided him, he thought that Enjing was emotional.....

Yes.

Lee Hee-seung's death.

It has something to do with Eunjing, maybe...

Weng Tingjun couldn't help but reach out and slap him in the face.

He even cruelly used the contradiction between Eun Jing and Cheng Shijing, leading to CJ and Samsung, and s*m and yg, which intensified the contradiction between her and Cheng Shijing.

"Eun Jing... It's me. ”

Han Enjing's eyes still remained shocked and frightened.

Weng Tingjun took a step.

She couldn't go back.

Weng Tingjun hurriedly came to her and hugged this cold and pitiful delicate body.

Feeling the temperature gradually coming from her body, Han Enjing, who had been plagued by nightmares, gradually came back to her senses, she grabbed Weng Tingjun's clothes in horror, and her long nails sank into the flesh behind Weng Tingjun through her shirt.

She longed for a warmth, and at this time, a burst of warmth suddenly came through her heart, and she greedily grasped this hard-won warmth.

"Enjing, it's me, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Enjing's eyes gradually became focused, and she looked at Weng Tingjun blankly, her vision changed from blurred to condensed to really see Weng Tingjun's nose and glance.

"You're okay, you're okay, great, you're really okay."

At this moment, Weng Tingjun couldn't help frowning in pain, Han Enjing looked at Weng Tingjun unscathed, gasping for breath, and then her strength to support her body instantly dispersed, her eyes went black and she fell unconscious, and collapsed in Weng Tingjun's arms, Weng Tingjun was shocked, looking up and down at Han Enjing.

……

……

It smells so good.

Han Enjing opened her eyes in a daze, and an appetizing fragrance came in from outside the door.

She subconsciously propped up her body and wanted to get up, but she couldn't stand up no matter what.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you having nightmares again?"

Han Enjing touched her pale and cold face, and a trace of fear and confusion flashed in her eyes.

This is the first time I've had nightmares.

How can it go on......

"Is it you?"

"Sapphire Oni?"

"Is it Cyglioni?"

"Ji-yeon?"

"Hyomin??"

Only her faint voice could be heard in the large room, but no one answered for a long time.

She looked out the window at the sun and buried herself in her knees in fear.

"Hiss ----"

"Enjing, go wash up and get ready to drink porridge."

Weng Tingjun walked in with a bowl of porridge, and the refrigerator in Tiara's dormitory was really speechless, except for the pork ribs and celery that had not yet expired, everything else was almost inedible. He could only simply make some porridge with ribs and celery, hoping to restore Eun Jing's vitality a little.

Han Enjing's eyes widened, looking at Weng Tingjun who was grinning with hot porridge, and then laughed miserably, dreaming again.

Well, just take a sip of the porridge he prepared for me in my dreams.

Lifting the quilt, Han Enjing didn't know where the strength came from, but she really stood up from the bed.

"Would you like to put on a dress first?" Weng Tingjun didn't want to remind Han Enjing, but the gentleman didn't take advantage of others, he had to remind Enjing, he was worried that Enjing, who was only wearing a pajama and didn't even have anything in it, would catch a cold.

"......" (To be continued.) )