and share this life with affection

That night.

Bian Zhi asked Zhou Suihuai to go drinking with some crazy people from the Huo family.

And she was sitting in the office and commanding An Ran, "Bring me that beard."

"Yeah, that's it."

"Then contouring powder."

"The last thing is to shape the skin."

An Xinran looked at Bian Zhi dumbfounded, "You are..."

Bian Zhi smiled like a little fox, and said frankly, "Let me tell you, I suffered from depression when I was young."

An Xinran nodded, watching Bian Zhi's skillful hands gradually transforming herself into the face of a man she didn't recognize at all.

Have depression?

and then?

Have a habit of cross-dressing men?

An Ran's head was filled with questions.

Bian Zhi looked at An Xinran's sluggish look, and smiled, "What are you thinking, I mean, because I suffered from depression when I was a child, and later, I learned that Zhou Suihuai has bipolar disorder, and I think this emotional illness is quite interesting Yes, when I was the dean of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, I also saw many patients with emotional disorders, "

Hearing this, An Xinran was already stunned.

what--

"You, you are still the director of the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine?!"

"Then the prescription that your Chinese medicine doctor gave you today,"

"Oh, that quack doctor, what kind of crappy prescription did he prescribe? I'm not going to take it, so I won't mention him now," Bian Zhi said with his eyebrows glued together, "People who have been sick for a long time tend to become depressed emotionally, so I thought of giving it to him. These people with emotional problems record all the manifestations of their extremely out-of-control emotions, record how they lose control, what are the symptoms of losing control, and how to return their emotions to the original point, and then compile them into a book. In this way, Help more people with emotional illness do self-emotional relief."

An Xinran listened to Bian Zhi's words in a daze, and felt that her words sounded amazing.

Is Xueshen's thinking ability so different?

"But, what does that have to do with your disguise?"

Bian Zhi looked at his completely changed self in the mirror and smiled, "There are some of our poisonous scorpions in prisons in North America. I'll change my clothes and go in to meet that Li Hongyao for a while."

An Xinran stayed.

After a long time, he looked at Bian Zhi who had finished cleaning up and asked blankly, "Do poisonous and poisonous scorpion people also go to jail?"

Didn't it mean that the value of force and IQ are all off the charts?

"Oh," Bian Zhi replied casually, "Those guys said that the prison is quiet and not so noisy. When there is a mission, they come out. When there is no mission, they just create inside. Not many poisonous scorpions are normal. People, when you see it, you will know."

An Xinran smacked his tongue.

Sure enough, people with high IQs are somewhat mentally ill.

You can still be willing to go to jail.

However, when she saw Bian Zhi going out, Anran thought of what Li You said on the other end when Bian Zhi called Li You, "I'm afraid."

An Xinran grabbed Bian Zhi's wrist, and when Bian Zhi turned his head around, his eyes were awkward, "Can you take me there?"

Bian Zhi looked at An Xinran, but didn't ask An Xinran what he wanted to do. He changed his clothes and took him to the outside of the prison.

An Ran tugged on Bian Zhi's sleeve, "Why are you standing here so blatantly waiting for a response?"

She thought she was going to be sneaky like in the movie.

"This is North America, a place where guns are legal. The government is very corrupt. If you have money, you can dominate this land, not to mention it's just a night's delay."

While talking, two people walked out from the inner circle.

"Qi Shushu shouted at Bian Zhi, "Boss. "

One of them hugged the computer and lazily said to Bian Zhi: "Boss, I am at the climax of writing this novel tonight. Please go and get back to me as soon as possible. My readers are still waiting for my update."

Bian Zhi waved his hand, and walked in with a dumbfounded An Xin.

On the way in, An Xinran pointed to the man at the door and asked, "The poisonous scorpion man, still writes novels?"

"Well," Bian Zhi looked at the landmarks along the road and walked into the prison, "This guy studied ancient culture and was interested in tomb robbing culture. He first wrote a novel, which went viral. Because it was so real, he was focused on , he recruited himself during the first trial, but found that the prison was a very suitable place for creation, so he refused to leave. When he was released, he found another job to come in. He meant that in this life, the prison would be his natal family. Except when there is a mission, he usually doesn’t come out.”

Anran was shocked to death and nodded in understanding.

Bian Zhi led people in, gave some money to the prison guards, and went to the prison where Li Hongyao was.

Besides Li Hongyao, there were five other people inside.

Seeing Bian Zhi and An Xinran coming in, they glanced up and down, it was obvious that they were two women.

This group of men haven't had sex for a long time, although Bian Zhi and An Xinran have put on makeup, so they can't see their fair skin, but these men are already eager to try.

Bian Zhi looked at the men with a smile, and sat down on the bed at the entrance, An Xin stood beside Bian Zhi, her palms were covered with sweat because of nervousness.

Li Hongyao was sleeping, lying in the most comfortable position.

Li Hongyao was lying with his back facing him. His back was wide and burly. The jacket wrapped around his body was tight and rigid. One could imagine the impressive strength under those muscles.

"Hey - the girls from there stared at our boss as soon as he entered the door. Let me tell you, our boss doesn't like this. Otherwise, if you agree with me, your trip will not be in vain."

As he said this, a man reached out and put his hand on Bian Zhi's face.

An Xinran's heart tightened, and just as she was about to stop her, she saw that Bian Zhi raised her hand, pinching a certain acupuncture point on the man's wrist with two fingers.

"what!!!!"

"what!!!"

Pig-killing howls echoed in the narrow prison.

"Heroine!"

The man was very tall, but because his lifeblood was pinched, he knelt down on the spot, sweating from the corner of his forehead, and finally his whole body trembled.

"Forgive me, heroine!"

"Forgive me!"

"Forgive me!"

The man's body trembled violently, as if he had been scooped up from water.

When the man lost control of his consciousness and trembled, Bian Zhi let go of his hand casually. She didn't even look at the people on the ground, but stared at Li Hongyao who was disturbed by the noise and sat up with a half-smile.

"It's nothing to do with you," Bian Zhi took out a wet wipe from his pocket, wiped his fingers, and said in a calm and menacing tone, "Of course, if there are still people who don't believe in evil, then just try it, I'm here to find you."

When he said the last sentence, Bian Zhi looked at Li Hongyao.

At this moment, An Xinran really admires Bian Zhi.

Because this Li Hongyao was so different from what she imagined.

The man's muscles burst out, his eyes were full of madness and violence, and his brows were tightly furrowed, like a violent wild lion eager to try.

Although he was just sitting on the bed, he still gave people a strong sense of shock.

For the first time, Anran felt positively about the existence of people with emotional illness and violent tendencies.

The other party's cold and stern breath followed their every move like a shadow. At this moment, An Xinran felt that she was like a prey being stared at by the other party, unable to move or resist.

An Xinran clenched her hands tightly, only to realize that her palms were covered with a layer of cold sweat.

She looked at Bian Zhi, worried that Bian Zhi's emotions would be disturbed.

result--

It seems that it was indeed affected.

However, what does it mean to be more eager to try and more spiritually superior than the other party? !

An Xinran closed her eyes.

well.

She really doesn't understand the world of people with emotional illness.