Fu Qiran glanced at Feng Zhi coldly.

Feng Zhi shrugged, his right leg casually rested on his left leg, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"I can't tell if it's a dual personality, and I don't find any indication of the first personality."

"Either the first personality is sleeping too deeply, or the previous Ruan Jiaojiao is all disguised."

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment and said, "It's not a disguise. ”

A person's handwriting, temperament, and eyes cannot deceive people.

Feng Zhi didn't refute Fu Qiran, but said: "The thing you are worried about her suddenly disappearing will not happen in a short time, but it is best not to let her be strongly stimulated." ”

"There is still a need for some observation in the future."

The holder holds one hand behind his head and the other hand hangs casually to one side.

"It just so happens that I'm tired of staying abroad, and I am currently planning to open a psychological clinic in China, so I can observe nearby."

Fu Qiran replied with a low "um".

He sat beside Ruan Jiaojiao, his eyes falling on her face.

Ruan Jiaojiao, who was released from hypnosis, slept very sweetly, she seemed to be dreaming something, and her mouth occasionally chirped, looking very cute.

"You can find me for anything in the future." Feng Zhi opened his mouth again, "Anyway, my whereabouts are easy for Fu Shao, isn't it?" ”

Fu Qiran turned his head and looked at Feng Zhi coldly.

"What is the nature of what you do abroad at home, I think you should be clear."

A trace of gloom quickly crossed Feng Zhi's face, and his eyes sank and said, "I know, I will be obedient and promise not to do anything illegal and undisciplined." ”

"Hmm." Fu Qiran responded.

Feng Zhi shrugged and stood up.

"Then I'll go."

Fu Qiran didn't look at Feng Zhi either, but responded in a low voice.

Feng Zhi soon left.

After he left, Fu Qiran looked at Ruan Jiaojiao, who was sleeping sweetly, put his fingers on her lips, and chuckled.

"Jiaojiao is not stupid."

"Jiaojiao is the smartest."

He lowered his head, lip imprinted on his fingertips.

Under the fingertips, there are Ruan Jiaojiao's soft lips.

This "kiss" was very short, but in just two seconds, Fu Qiran straightened up.

He carried Ruan Jiaojiao to her bedroom, and thoughtfully helped her take off her shoes and cover the quilt.

Ruan Jiaojiao rolled over, her arms shaking in the void, as if she wanted to hold something.

Fu Qiran chuckled, pulled his tie, and took the initiative to lie down.

As soon as he lay down, Ruan Jiaojiao's body came up.

She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist, and even rubbed his chest with her little face.

The smile on the corner of Fu Qiran's mouth deepened.

It seems that Jiaojiao has become accustomed to holding him when she sleeps, and it is not in vain that he runs to her room every day to rest.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, put one hand around Ruan Jiaojiao's waist, and took a nap.

When Ruan Jiaojiao woke up, Fu Qiran had already left.

Ruan Jiaojiao sat up in confusion, always feeling that she had ignored something.

She glanced at the time, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

So what exactly did she do today? Just lay in bed and slept all day?

Ruan Jiaojiao shook her little head, but she couldn't think of anything.

She sat on the bed and thought about it for a while, but she really didn't think of anything.

So she didn't think much about it at all, anyway...... I can't remember it anyway.