Ji Chen...... Have a mental illness?!

After much hesitation, she decided to step forward and put her ear to the door to listen.

But the closed door of the house opened from the inside.

Ji Chen looked at her with one hand in his pocket, his eyes were cold, "What are you doing?"

Meng Yan was caught, but he straightened up unhurriedly and said, "Turn around casually."

"Transferred to a psychiatric department?" Ji Chen's face became more and more gloomy, he raised his hand and pinched Meng Yan's chin, and warned, "Don't inquire about things that shouldn't be inquired."

The bloodlust in his eyes was something Meng Yan had never seen since he knew him.

The suffocating pain in her neck made her realize that she had touched Ji Chen's scales.

While Meng Yan was pondering the wording and thinking about how to justify, the strength on his neck disappeared.

Ji Chen regained his indifferent appearance and asked lightly, "Does it hurt?"

Meng Yan stubbornly said that it didn't hurt.

Ji Chen pursed his lips and suddenly raised his hand.

Meng Yan took a step back and said vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Ji Chen raised his hand expressionlessly and grabbed Meng Yan's wrist, and his tone was indifferent, "Please let go of your brows before saying that it doesn't hurt."

"Meng Yan, your acting skills are also very clumsy."

noticed that in Ji Chen's wording, there was the word "also", and Meng Yan was not worried.

She doesn't like to compare with Zhou Xiaoai.

Before Meng Yan could reply, he was dragged into the psychiatric department by Ji Chen and forced to sit on a chair.

"Help her deal with it."

The doctor in the department was a middle-aged woman with gentle eyes, and when she saw Meng Yan, she was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and teased, "Achen, are you taking your girlfriend to meet your parents in disguise?"

Meet the parents?

The person who was stunned this time became Meng Yan.

She looked up at the doctor, and was surprised to find that the woman's eyebrows and eyes were familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere.

Ji Chen snorted lightly, "I'm not so tasteless."

Meng Yan's attention was diverted suddenly, and he stood up and looked at Ji Chen.

"Coincidentally, Mr. Ji doesn't meet my criteria for choosing a mate." She reluctantly sneered.

Ji Chen glanced at Meng Yan deeply, and the sarcastic arc on the corner of his lips became stronger, "Yes, you are even more blind."

Meng Yan's doubtful life.

But there was an extra pair of hands on her shoulders, and she flipped her body and pressed it back into the chair, "If you don't want to go to work tomorrow with bruises, it's best to let the doctor deal with it."

Ji Chen was very clear about his strength.

There was a warm touch on his shoulder, and Meng Yan had no choice but to raise his jaw honestly.

saw that the doctor sitting opposite did not move for a long time, but looked at her and ...... with relief in his eyes Ji Chen?

Meng Yan always felt that the doctor had misunderstood, and explained, "Doctor, I have nothing to do with him."

Ji Chen simply turned around and left.

Meng Yan's mobile phone "buzzed" twice, she looked down and looked embarrassed: [Bedmates are not called relationships? 】

Meng Yan, "......"

"Haha......" The doctor looked at the change in Meng Yan's expression and said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen a woman around Ah Chen."

"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I was finally sure that my eldest nephew was straight."

She was moved with her hands clasped together and bowed her waist around, but Meng Yan was shocked.

"Outer ...... Nephew? You are the ...... of the quarter."

The doctor came back to his senses and said in a relaxed tone, "Auntie!"

Meng Yan finally remembered where he had seen this face.

The doctor's face was eighty percent similar to the photo in Ji Chen's room.

Her eyes fell and fell on the doctor's work card: [Psychiatric Xu Rushan]

"Girl, lift your head up and let my aunt see your wounds." Xu Rushan said gently.

"Doctor Xu, I'm ......," Meng Yan still felt like he had to explain.

"Call Auntie."

When he came out of the psychiatric department, Meng Yan was wrinkled

frowned.

She originally thought that Ji Chen was gone, but who expected him to lean against the window and smoke.

Meng Yan walked over and said, "Mr. Ji, your aunt seems to have misunderstood our relationship."

No matter how she explained, Dr. Xu smiled and said that the ancestral tomb of the Xu family was going to smoke.

Seeing that Ji Chen didn't react, she shrugged her shoulders.

"Forget it, we have a clear conscience between us anyway."

Ji Chen pinched his cigarette and looked at Meng Yan, the two deep pupils were deep, like an ancient well without waves.

"Meng Yan, are you sure you have a clear conscience?"

Under Ji Chen's tall shadow, Meng Yan was enveloped, and this inexplicable sense of oppression made her feel uncomfortable, as if something had deteriorated.

She hooked her lips like she figured it out, and grabbed Ji Chen's collar with both hands.

"Mr. Ji brought me to see your aunt...... Do you want to break with the Ji family for me?" She chuckled, her eyes were charming and moving, and the shimmer at the bottom of her eyes shone brightly, "Mr. Ji, do you like me?"

Ji Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the cold face, and said lightly with an expressionless face: "You laugh too fakely, think too much, no wonder you fall into the beautiful dream that Ji Yuchen weaves for you."

What he said was at a good level, and Meng Yan reacted for a long time before she realized that Ji Chen was saying that she was blind and a fool in her dreams.

Her smile froze on her lips, an awkward arc.

What did Ji Chen mean by what he said just now?

Ji Chen's big hand fell, and naturally fell on Meng Yanyingying's waist.

Meng Yan was always thinking that men were born with hot blood, so Ji Chen's body was much warmer than hers, and in the early autumn when the temperature in Shencheng dropped suddenly, it was very warm with him in a bed.

But now the temperature from the waist is scorching like a soldering iron, and the heat hurts people.

"Meng Yan, I mean...... You and I have long been grasshoppers on the same line."

Meng Yan didn't like Ji Chen's words that made people seem to understand but didn't understand, which made her feel like a fool with an uncivilized IQ.

She frowned and looked at Ji Chen, seeing that his eyebrows and eyes were delicate and picturesque, it belonged to the light that could make people look back a few more times when walking on the street, but she was too close to this light, and now she felt dazzling.

So Meng Yan took a few steps back and distanced himself from Ji Chen.

The temperature in her waist also dropped a little, and she was used to the coldness, "What the hell do you want to say?"

Ji Chen hooked his lips, "Happy cooperation."

"I want to see your sincerity sooner rather than your prying eyes on me."

Meng Yan was about to say something, but he caught a glimpse of the door of the psychiatric outpatient room open, and a face that watched the drama with relish came out.

She couldn't say anything at once, and gave Ji Chen a secret look.

Ji Chen followed her line of sight, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Auntie."

Two simple words, which could come out of his mouth, were inexplicably trembling.

The door was immediately closed.

Meng Yan also had no desire to continue talking, so he said, "Ji Yuchen is also in the hospital."

After a pause, she gloated and added, "Because your peach blossom vinegar is too strong."

Ji Chen's expression was still cold, "Instead of caring about me, it's better to worry about your rotten peach blossoms."

Meng Yan hated that he had lost in the matter of looking away, otherwise he would not have been pinched by Ji Chen everywhere, and he couldn't refute it if he wanted to.

She glared at Ji Chen secretly and turned around to leave.

But between the palms of her hands was stuffed with something soft to the touch, and she looked down at it, it was ointment.

Looking at the efficacy, it is stasis-dispersing.

"You'll be swollen tomorrow." Ji Chen said.

Meng Yan accepted it noncommittally.