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

Young Master Leng, who had never had such a broken personality before, was driven crazy by a dream for the first time.

"Be flat-chested, be flat-chested!"

call!
Leng Yan yelled and sat up suddenly.

Feng Yin on the opposite sofa subconsciously looked down at her chest: "..."

After waking up, Leng Yan's face was on fire for a moment.

……

Life in a mental hospital is easier than dog blood.

It's just that time flies too quickly, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.The day when Feng Yin left was getting closer and closer, and Leng Yan's mood was also extremely unstable.

In fact, he really wanted to show her a gradually recovering Leng Yan before Feng Yin left.

But after all, Feng Yin occupied too heavy a place in his heart, buried too deep, the more he suppressed, the more heart-wrenching the rebound would be.

Feng Yin also felt the change of Leng Yan, but before she opened her mouth to test, Leng Yan would immediately change the topic, or deliberately turned over the files to avoid communicating with her.

Time is passing, but the feelings are getting deeper.

Those blurs are just the determination to give up.

At noon that day, the sun was very bright, Feng Yin drew the picture all morning, and wanted to go for a walk in the yard at noon, when he reached the second floor, he heard ghosts crying and howling wolves from a ward.

"My baby... all my babies are gone!"

"No more! It's over!"

"My baby is gone, and I don't want to live anymore..."

Feng Yin felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, so he turned around and looked over, only to find that it was the kleptomaniac who was thrown into the corridor by Leng Yan a few days ago.

"Zhang Xun, those things are not yours in the first place! I have told you many times that they belong to other patients, and many of them belong to doctors and nurses. Stop shouting."

There are doctors who patiently reason with kleptomaniacs, but they don't listen at all.

At this time, the person in the same ward as him, who had been dancing on the roof and had his trousers ripped off by Feng Yin, walked over kindly and shook his kleptomaniac arm.

"Little brother, don't cry, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."

Depression opened his mouth, kleptomaniac still kept crying, his favorite is these colorful Nene, now they are gone, it is better to kill him.

"Little brother, how about this, let me dance for you, after watching my dance, you will be happier."

When depression is normal, he is gentle and considerate, and it can be seen that he was also a warm man before.

Unfortunately……

Dancing with depression turned out to be a very difficult ballet.He is a noble and elegant prince, unstained, elegant and dignified.

As the depression began to circle, it turned to the corridor unknowingly, and patients in other wards also came out to watch the fun.

The state of kleptomania improved a bit, and he stared at depression for a while, then suddenly said, "Your inner color is so beautiful..."

After the words fell, the kleptomaniac rushed forward and grabbed Depression's pants.

"what are you doing?"

Depression yelled, and fell straight back.

Seeing that the two were about to roll down one side of the stairs, Feng Yin immediately rushed over to try to hold them back.

"Stand still!"

A calm command sounded in her ears, as if there was a huge magic power, making her stand obediently and motionless.

Immediately, a black shadow passed by, Leng Yan grabbed Depression and Kleptomania one by one, and threw them into the corridor, but the back of his hand was scratched by the railing.

"Cold flame."

Feng Yin opened his mouth, and immediately ran over to hug Leng Yan.

"You are hurt."

Facing Feng Yin's concern, Leng Yan looked indifferent and indifferent.

"It's ok."