Zhen Xin is not sure about Sikong Lan's state at the moment, is he sober or drunk?

So she leaned against the wall outside the door, her body didn't move, but she said, "It's late, go back to the room to accompany my brother." ”

"Hmm."

Sikong Lan shook his head, he really didn't remember if he had any drastic and excessive actions just now.

I don't think so.

He gently tucked Nini's quilt into the corner, and then walked out.

Zhen Xin was about to go back to the room, but he suddenly grabbed his right hand and circled it in a narrow position between the wall and him, "Xinxin, can I ask a question?" ”

"Say." This distance was too close, Zhen Xin felt uncomfortable, and her body was slightly stiff against the wall.

These body movements all fell in Sikong Lan's eyes, and the look in his eyes was heavy, "If one day, I leave Qingcheng, will you go with me?" ”

"Leaving Qingcheng?" Zhen Xin didn't expect him to ask like this suddenly, and his face was suddenly surprised, "When?" ”

"It's not certain yet. But this city carries too many painful memories of my brother, and sooner or later we will have to leave here. He stared at her for a moment, insisting on getting into her eyes, "Will you come with me?" ”

Zhen Xin frowned slightly, "My family and friends are here, this is the place I am most familiar with, I can't be out forever." ”

A few hours ago, Ms. Hsiao said she didn't consider this place her home.

She didn't want to admit it, but in fact, it was.

A trace of disappointment suddenly crossed Sikong Lan's face, "I'm still reluctant to give Xiao Tingli, right?" ”

"It has nothing to do with him." Zhen Xin looked at him seriously and explained, "We always say that the fallen leaves return to their roots, and no one wants to be with their families......"

"But I'm also part of my family." Sikong Lan muttered, his eyes looking deeply at her, "I want to be with my family too." And, and Nini, and my brother. The four of us are together forever, isn't it? ”

Zhen Xin had never seen such a stubborn Sikong Lan, and he didn't know if it was because he had drunk alcohol, or because Sikong Jia's sudden return stimulated some of his emotions, or recalled, "Sikong Lan, this issue, we'll discuss it tomorrow when we're sober, okay?" It's not something that can be decided right away. I need time, too. ”

Sikong Lan felt dizzy.

Maybe he really drank too much tonight.

He withdrew his hand holding the wall and put it on his forehead, "Okay. ”

Zhen Xin took the opportunity to break free from his arms, hurriedly said good night, hurried into the bedroom, and locked the door.

That night, she had insomnia.

Of course, because of Sikong Lan's words.

She asked herself, is Sikong Lan good to her and Nini?

The answer is undoubted - looking back on the bits and pieces of life in the past two years, he is not only a good father, in fact, he is also a good husband.

If she wants to live a stable and peaceful life, choosing him is definitely a correct decision: whether it is in terms of appearance, character, or economic strength, Sikong Lan is impeccable.

But why can't she make a decision for a long time?

Is it really because of Xiao Tingli?

Xiao Tingli's feelings for her, she actually has no doubts: after experiencing the previous events, Xiao Tingli not only loves her, but also feels guilty about her, if she is willing to return to him, he will definitely spoil her and Nini, and compensate for all the hardships they have endured in the past two years.

But returning to him is tantamount to stepping back to the Longtan Tiger's Den, will everything you experienced two years ago happen again?

She was lucky enough to get her and her daughter's lives back.

What about next time?

Is there such good luck?

What's more, between her and him, there is still a Hao Hao between him, which is Chu Weiyu and his son.

Will she really be able to do it without any worries?

The problems that once plagued them have not diminished, but have increased.

Tossing and turning in bed for half a night, Zhen Xin could neither make a decision nor sleep. And her daughter couldn't sleep because of her tossing and turning, and she didn't sleep well, and she wanted to wake up several times.

Looking at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning.

Zhen Xin decided to go to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk, and she gave up when she couldn't sleep anymore.

She opened the door and walked towards the staircase, but vaguely saw a figure in the living room, which frightened her, "Who?" ”

"It's me." In the dim moonlight, Sikong Jia said apologetically and gently, "I'm sorry, I'm scared." ”

Zhen Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest twice with one hand, "Do you recognize the bed?" Or are you not used to sleeping on pillows and quilts? I'll lay it out tomorrow ......."

"It's not." Sikong Jia shook his head slightly, "It's me who has something on my mind." Let me worry. ”

Zhen Xin listened to his tone, it didn't look like he was looking for someone to talk to, so he didn't ask, but said, "Then I'll give you a glass of milk." If you drink it, you will fall asleep better. ”

"Thank you, Xinxin."

"You're welcome."

In the spare time of hot milk downstairs, Zhen Xin took out her mobile phone from her coat pocket and sent a text message to Sikong Lan.

Passing by his study just now, she saw a light coming out of the crack in the door, presumably because he was working overtime, so Sikong Jia was insecure, so he couldn't sleep.

If it's a woman, she can still accompany her. But man, there's nothing she can do.

She actually guessed half right.

Sikong Jia's insomnia, in addition to not adapting to the new environment, is more of a demon.

He was able to successfully escape this time, and he really paid a lot of price.

So he is now scarred from body to mind.

Not only was he physically unwell, but he couldn't forgive his actions in his heart.

Because he actually used a beautiful man's trick.

Or to a man.

When he was locked up by a madman, he maintained his innocence for three years. Now it has been destroyed by himself......

A week ago.

Mo Feng was originally away on business, but he received a call from the nursing home, saying that Luo Qingning suddenly had a mental abnormality and smashed everything in the room that could be smashed, and they forcibly fed him medicine.

He opened the door and entered, and his eyes swept around, and he saw that the ground was in shambles, and half of the curtains had been torn down.

Mo Feng kicked the door, locked it again, raised his foot and kicked away the thing next to him, and walked straight towards Sikong Jia, "Aren't you pretending to be crazy?" What does it feel like to be fed? ”

Sikong Jia sat in the center of the bed, a quilt wrapped himself tightly, and even his feet were not exposed.

His hair was combed, his face was facing the sky, his facial features were delicate and small, and his beautiful lips moved, "I'm afraid that if I continue to stay here, I'll go crazy." ”

"Okay, I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I'll give special approval."

Sikong Jia looked up at him, "How can you help me?" I begged, let me out, my brother is rich, he must have been looking for me, I will ask him to give a large sum of money. ”

"You think I can be bought, right?"

"Is it okay to be kind enough to save me?"

Mo Feng's gaze turned to the handsome boy, "I'm sorry, I don't know what kindness means." ”

How can there be such a man who is soft and hard and does not eat?

Sikong Jia almost broke his teeth.

During the week that Mo Feng stayed with him, he tried many methods: stealing the key while Mo Feng was taking a bath, but failed; took advantage of Mo Feng's sleep to steal the key and failed.

Finally, he succeeded in opening the door once, but before he could reach the top of the stairs, he was discovered.

When he was forcibly sent back to the room, Mo Feng sat on the bed and looked at him indifferently, his face was not surprised, "Are you dead?" What if you steal the key? You can't even get out of this building. ”

Oh, yes.

It's not just this building.

There were people patrolling the entire sanatorium 24 hours a day, and he couldn't escape the gate at all.

Could it be that his ultimate destiny is to become a complete madman in this place?

I don't know if it's because the drugs I usually take have finally accumulated and had an effect, and at this moment, Sikong Jia is in pain and can't describe it.

He slammed his head against the wall!

When he was about to hit the wall for the second time, Mo Feng pressed his head hard, "None of my patients have dared to harm themselves in front of me. ”

Sikong Jia closed his eyes and didn't speak, just desperately trying to break free from the confinement of his palm, he really didn't want to live.

Life is better than death here, and it is better to die when you return to Chu Weicheng.

Since it's all hell, can't he accept his fate?

Mo Feng looked at the slender boy indifferently, struggling painfully in his own hands.

Suddenly, the boy lifted the quilt and threw himself down, "Mo Feng! It's annoying! ”