Ji Baimo's footsteps paused slightly, he turned to look at Wen Youchen, his narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, the temperature around him dropped very obviously suddenly, his face was still a gentle and tired Sven and elegant appearance, his hand held the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his thin lips were slightly raised, the arc was a little cool, and the depths of his eyes were even more gloomy.

"Yan Shiliang......" Ji Baimo's lips moved slightly, reading the name, he turned around and walked to Wen Youchen's side, put his hand on the tabletop, and gently tapped the tabletop, the room was already quiet, so the movement in Ji Baimo's hand, the sound of tapping was particularly obvious.

"Knock...... Boom...... The voice ...... "Knock on the tip of people's hearts, making people inexplicably uneasy.

"Yes, that's him." Wen Youchen nodded, he looked at Ji Baimo in front of him, he couldn't read the slightest emotion from Ji Baimo's face, anger, hatred or others, it seemed to be no different from usual.

Wen Youchen sighed secretly in his heart, and continued to Ji Baimo on his face.

"After the original incident, Yan Shiliang was found by Mu Fan, when he just took Yan Shiliang out of a deserted mental hospital, the abandoned building behind him exploded, and there were very brilliant fireworks, Yan Shiliang looked very miserable at that time, his eyes were wristed, he looked deranged, and he kept thinking words, and now he ...... He's been admitted to a psychiatric hospital, he's been diagnosed with mental problems, what do you want to do with him? ”

"He's the brother for nothing, let's go see him." Ji Baimo lowered his eyes, his hand stroked the ruby cufflinks on the cuffs, his lips raised slightly, and after the words fell, he first went upstairs and came to his room, and spoke gently to Yan Bai on the bed.

"I'm going out soon, there's food on the table, and I'm waiting for me at home." After speaking, he gently kissed Yan Bai's forehead, turned around and left the room.

……

In a ward in the mental hospital, Yan Shiliang sat in the most corner, he covered his head, a pair of eyes looked particularly terrifying, black holes, as if someone had gouged out his eyeballs, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, Yan Shiliang pulled his head and rubbed his hair messily.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong......"

"I won't make this mistake again, forgive me, okay."

"...... for nothing"

"My ...... for nothing" seems to be talking to himself, when Yan Shiliang reads this name, the emotions seem to be very complicated, love, hate, regret, fear, all emotions are mixed together.

The doctors and nurses who came in on the side looked at this Yan Shiliang and shook their heads, with pity in their eyes, who would have thought that the Yan family, which was originally very prosperous, had become what it is now? Prison for prison, crazy for crazy, and one has become a vegetative person, where is there still half a point of the scenery from before.

After they gave Yan Shiliang a regular look, they opened the door and prepared to go out, and after the door opened, they saw the man standing at the door, their eyes flashed with surprise, and they nodded at the man in front of them and left directly.

The man standing in front of the door of the ward was dressed in a dark black suit, his hair was neatly combed back, and he had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his lips were hooked, looking extremely elegant.

His amber eyes rolled slightly, glancing inside.