President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

cold house
Leng Qing slept until midnight, but was still awakened by the nightmare.

Even though he increased the dose to no avail, he often woke up in the middle of the night.

The doctor in the underground black market told him that the dose should not be increased.

Only he himself knows how much energy he needs to use to suppress Leng Yan's personality.

He washed his face in the bathroom, and when he looked up, Leng Yan's face appeared in the mirror.

Leng Qing's first reaction was to look at his wrist and arm, whether it was chipped again without knowing it.

He watched it over and over again, wiping it while watching it, and even turned on the shower head to rinse it, as if in a daze.

He rubbed his skin red, but when he turned to look in the bathroom mirror, there was still Leng Yan's face there.

Leng Yan didn't speak, just stared at him with a sullen face, his eyes were gloomy and peaceful, but it could break the peace of his heart in an instant.

"You're a fake, I won't be afraid of you. I'm the one who occupies this body now, and you can't get out, so you want to scare me. Leng Yan, let me tell you, you are completely finished, and you will never will come out."

Leng Qing gritted his teeth and looked at Leng Yan in the mirror. He could imagine that he must have a hideous and distorted appearance at the moment, but the person in the mirror smiled peacefully.

Leng Qing clenched his fists, and was about to break the mirror, when he suddenly thought that the chip was stuck on him because of the accident after breaking the mirror, so he withdrew his hand unconsciously.

Unexpectedly, Leng Yan in the mirror changed his expression again, this time it was a mocking smile.

"Are you still laughing? What's the use of laughing? You can't get out!"

Leng Qing was like a wayward child at the moment, yelling and even jumping on the spot.

The more he wanted to replace Leng Yan, the more important the word Leng Yan was in his heart.

Leng Qing turned around and staggered out of the bathroom. The maid who cleaned the corridor heard the movement and stood outside the door and asked, "Young Master Leng, are you alright?"

Not all the servants and bodyguards in the Night Palace knew about Leng Yan's schizophrenia.

The maid was just curious, since she has been here for so long, the ones who clean Young Master Leng's bedroom have always been the same ones, and the others don't even have the chance to take over.

Today, after finally waiting for the shift shift, she sneaked up to the second floor, thinking that she was good-looking, maybe she could have a good night with Mr. Leng, and it would be worth it to get a house.

There were only strange shouts in the room, but there was no response.

The young maid bravely opened the door and walked in.

Just about to go in, he was pulled in by a huge force.

"ah."

The maid yelled, and when she looked up, she saw Leng Qing grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom.

The maid came back to her senses, her face was still a little shocked, but there was a flattering smile on her face.

"Young Master Leng, don't be in a hurry. Oh, you are hurting others."

The maid thought of the seductive clips she had watched on TV, twisted her waist, and said boring words.

However, Leng Qing's eyes were empty, and there were no emotional fluctuations, only a frightening numbness.

The young maid was taken aback, but thinking about the tricks of rich people, it doesn't matter if they play a little bigger, as long as they can get benefits in the end.

She had heard that this Young Master Leng was very willing to spend money on that Mrs. Leng back then.

She passed five trials and killed six generals, and the purpose of coming to Leng's house as a maid is to get in the top position.

The maid didn't know at the moment, but in Leng Qing's eyes, she had become the embodiment of Leng Yan.

"Leng Yan, I know it's you."

Leng Qing pressed the maid on the bed, and the maid was shocked when he opened his mouth.