Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

Just like that, Ye Fan told the original life trajectories of the people around him one by one, showing it to everyone without reservation.

He no longer deliberately concealed anything, and even told Han Yuying and the other three women about the future development direction without hesitation.

At this moment, while Ye Fan was talking passionately, Yi Zhonghai was sitting on pins and needles at home, unable to sleep or eat. Just because Ye Fan had revealed his biggest secret to the public! Although Yi Zhonghai tried his best to deny it, the people in the courtyard chose to believe Ye Fan's words. As a result, everyone looked at Yi Zhonghai with a strange look.

Even Sha Zhu, who has always respected Yi Zhonghai, would glance at Yi Zhonghai's key parts from time to time when he saw him.

All of this was naturally seen by Yi Zhonghai, and he remembered it deeply. At the same time, his hatred for Ye Fan burned to the extreme like a raging fire.

Yi Zhonghai was sitting at home, holding the water cup tightly in his hand. Due to excessive force, his palm had turned a strange yellow-white color. It seemed that the water cup was not an ordinary object, but Ye Fan himself, and he wanted to crush it to vent his hatred.

Aunt Gao looked at Yi Zhonghai and hated Ye Fan in her heart as well.

However, despite being filled with worry and anger, he still suppressed his emotions and slowly spoke to comfort Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi, it has already happened. We should think about how to deal with it now.

If you just keep sulking like this, and if something happens to you, it will be exactly what Ye Fan and the others want, and they will laugh at you while you watch them laugh!"

When Yi Zhonghai heard what Aunt Gao said, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He glanced at her fiercely with an icy gaze, then clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Humph, I really want to fight Ye Fan to the death today! But in the end, I still resisted the urge.

Because I know very well that the more furious and frustrated I act, the more those guys in the yard will believe that what Ye Fan said is true. So, no matter how aggrieved and angry I am, I can only endure it. I know very well in my heart that most of them believe what Ye Fan said. But even so, I still have to continue to endure it. "

Looking at Yi Zhonghai, who was full of resentment and gritting his teeth, Gao couldn't help but frowned and asked anxiously with concern: "Old Yi, do you have any good ideas for dealing with this situation? In my opinion, Ye Fan must not stay in our courtyard any longer, otherwise, I don't know how much trouble he will cause in the future!"

Yi Zhonghai narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into a brief contemplation. After a long while, he slowly loosened his grip on the water cup and gently placed it on the table. He said in a heavy tone, "Actually, I have had some evil thoughts. For example, secretly drugging Ye Fan, or even wanting to go all out and poison him to death.

However, firstly, I am worried that someone will find out about it later; secondly, I have been unable to find a suitable opportunity to do it. After all, we live in the middle courtyard. If we rashly go to the backyard, we will definitely be very conspicuous and easily arouse suspicion from others. "

Yi Zhonghai is really worried now. Before he could take revenge on Jia Zhang, Ye Chen beat him into the hospital.

He had just been discharged from the hospital and couldn't get out of bed. Even if he wanted to cause trouble for Jia Zhang, he wouldn't have the chance.

Before Jia Zhang had the chance to take revenge, what happened today happened.

Yi Zhonghai felt that he was so unlucky this year. Ever since Ye Fan moved into this yard, he seemed to have never had a good day.

In that quiet hospital, night had already fallen quietly, and Yan Bugui finally woke up slowly from the hospital bed in the darkness.

When he opened his eyes with great effort, the first thing he saw was the dim light in the hospital. He blinked, trying to adapt to the dim light, and then he couldn't help but smack his lips, which were as dry as the land after a long drought. His throat also moved with difficulty and swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

After a while, Yan Bugui slowly said in a hoarse and weak voice: "Ruihua... water... I'm so thirsty! Quickly pour me a glass of water."

Yang Ruihua, who had been guarding the bed and was a little drowsy, woke up as if she had been electrocuted when she heard Yan Bugui's call. She opened her eyes wide, tightly grasped Yan Bugui's hand, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed and said, "Old Yan! You finally woke up! You worried me so much! Are you thirsty? Don't worry, wait, I'll go get you some water right away."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Ruihua quickly stood up and staggered towards the thermos. She picked up a cup, quickly filled it with warm water, and then carefully brought it back to Yan Bugui's bedside.

Yan Bugui tried to sit up, but after just a slight movement, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. It turned out that he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if every inch of his skin and every bone was being tortured, and he didn't dare to make any big movements.

Seeing Yan Bugui struggling to sit up, Yang Ruihua said anxiously: "Old Yan, you must not move. The doctor has repeatedly warned you that you are seriously injured this time, even your internal organs are injured! So, if you have any ideas or needs, just tell me, and don't move around on your own!"

At this moment, Yan Bugui's face was wrinkled in pain, like a walnut. He asked with difficulty, "I...what on earth is going on with me? And, where is this...where is this?"

When Yang Ruihua heard what Yan Bugui said, she quickly responded: "Old Yan, come, don't be in a hurry, drink some water to moisten your throat first." As she said that, she carefully stretched out her hand, slowly lifted up Yan Bugui's head, and then gently brought a cup of warm water of suitable temperature to Yan Bugui's mouth, and slowly tilted the cup to let the warm water flow into Yan Bugui's mouth little by little.

Perhaps it was because Yan Bugui was too thirsty, he was extremely eager to drink water, so much so that he lost control of his rhythm and choked on the water, followed by a series of violent coughs.

Seeing this, Yang Ruihua hurriedly put down the cup in his hand, patted Yan Bugui's back with both hands to help him calm down, and said with concern: "Old Yan, drink slowly, don't be anxious. Hey, do you really not remember anything? This is a hospital! You were beaten by Ye Fan and sent to the hospital for treatment!"

After hearing Yang Ruihua's explanation, the memories deep in Yan Bugui's mind that had been covered by dust suddenly began to awaken gradually as if stimulated by something.

He nodded repeatedly as if he had suddenly realized something and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I remember now. Today, Ye Fan suddenly broke into our house and beat me up. He ended up beating me so badly that I was sent to the hospital. This bastard was too cruel!"