After meeting with a mentally ill netizen, I married into a wealthy family

Wei Chong had no news all day.

Tan Yuan originally planned to let him hang out for a long time before coaxing him, but this person didn't answer the phone and didn't reply to him.

Fine.

Until the evening, did not wait until he came home.

The aunt asked him: "Is Wei Chong not coming back tonight?"

Tan Yuan: "I don't know about that."

Aunt: "Did you two quarrel?"

Tan Yuan: "It counts."

Aunt: "Oh, what's the fuss about?"

At 11:30, there was no movement downstairs.

Tan Yuan didn't sleep, looked down, and Wei Chongzheng came upstairs with an impatient look on his face.

"Waiting for me?"

He smelled of alcohol, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he was a messy, beautiful drunk.

Tan Yuan suspects that he is not lightly drunk: "You go to the bathroom to sober up first?"

"Drive me away as soon as you come back, you are not so fierce to Yan Shen, although I can't see it."

Wei Chong bit his lip, and suddenly changed his expression, looking pitiful.

The talk is unexpected.

He even acted like a baby without even saying hello. When did he develop this bad habit of relying on favors and arrogance?

Tan Yuan was in a complicated mood for a while, and said, "I didn't kill you."

"What did you do while I was away?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"I would like to know."

A lot, Tan Yuan thought, kissing, ambiguity, everything.

He replied immediately: "What does this have to do with you? You don't like me."

Wei Chong sneered: "So you just like Yan Shen more."

"You are the same person," he said.

"The same person...so, you also confessed and kissed him?"

here we go again.The more we talked, the more we thought, Wei Chong was too concerned about his illness.

He looked at Wei Chong and said deliberately: "If you can't accept it, I can leave here and don't meet again in the future. You can contact me after you figure it out."

With that said, he took his mobile phone and walked out.

Wei Chong was stunned: "Why are you crazy?"

Talking to pull Tan Yuan, he struggled a bit, pushed Wei Chong away and went downstairs.

"Talk about wishes!"

Wei Chong followed, chasing after him, and his aunt came over after hearing the sound.

Talking stopped.

Originally, he just wanted to play tricks on Wei Chong, but he didn't want to let him change his homophobic habits of more than ten years in one day, not to mention that this person's mental state is not normal.

But suddenly lost my mind.

They are not on the same channel.

Is it hard to say you like it?

Yan Shen and Wei Chong are the same person, and the attitudes of the two personalities are vague.

It is necessary for them to separate for a few days to cool off.

This idea appeared in his mind several times tonight, it wasn't just a whim, Tan Yuan thought so, strode to the door, heard footsteps behind him, and was grabbed and held against the wall not long after.

"What are you running for?"

Wei Chong's angry appearance is also full of agility, but it's a pity that it doesn't belong to him.

"Let go of me first." He tried to reason with Wei Chong, "You are making trouble for no reason, let's sit down—"

— was interrupted.

To be precise, it was bitten.

This kiss is a fierce and irritable smell mixed with tobacco and liqueur.

The calm rhetoric just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only the sounds of cicadas, stickiness and heartbeat in Tan Yuan's ears.

"Be quiet, make a wish," Wei Chong pressed his forehead against him, it was very hot, and gasped against his lips, "What exactly do you want?"

The two looked at each other, and it was difficult for each other to be calm.

"...I should say that."

"answer me."

"You don't like me at all." Tan Yuan murmured, "You are avoiding every time. I am different from other people. I really don't mind if you have any illnesses. I don't mind if you have two states. Well, it's okay to have a split personality, whatever. I really like you too, you don't believe me."

"……no."

"why?"

Wei Chong looked at him gloomyly, but his eyes were red: "I don't mind, you are different from me, you are normal... Yan Shen is also normal, I am not. I know we are the same person in your eyes , I have no position to ask you not to get close to him. My jealousy, you never care, every time you look at me with this kind of eyes... making trouble for no reason? Maybe. "

He doesn't mind that another self shares his lover, and he doesn't mind that his lover and Yan Shen come and go.

This is jealousy.

He couldn't vent his anxiety, and it seemed that he pushed the people around him further away.

Tan Yuan can feel his pain from time to time, like now.He tolerated Wei Chong again and again because of inertia, love, and compassion, but this should not be an excuse for Wei Chong to turn around and refuse to face up to his feelings.

Not fair at all.

"Is this the reason you don't like me?" Tan Yuan asked him again.

no answer.

Needle dropping could be heard in the house, only his own voice.

"Do you like me anyway? Tell me."

Tan Yuan sighed, and slowly approached Wei Chong, staring into his eyes.

"why do not you reply me."

"like me?"

"Last time to ask you—"

Step by step, he seemed to be stepping on the shell that Wei Chong had painted on the outside. Every word made Wei Chong realize that if he didn't say it, he would be really angry... Pushed to the other side, maybe from now on it belongs to the another me.

"I like you, you just want to hear this sentence—" Wei Chong gritted his teeth and hugged him into his arms, "I like you, very much. Is it enough to say it twice?"

Tan Yuan sighed, "Really?"

"Anyway, I like you more than Yan Shen..."

He's like a cranky lemon now.

Tan Yuan sighed in his heart, but even so, he didn't say anything, and buried his head in his arms silently.

This was the most beautiful, spunky, divisive, lovable, neurotic person he had ever met.

Wei Chong stared at his hair spinning, motionless.

A few seconds later, he asked him ferociously: "You acquiesced?"

"Default what?"

"We're in love."

"Otherwise?" Tan Yuan was full of question marks, "You don't believe me? Say it again, I like you."

"..."

"Maybe I like you very much."

"?"

"Why push me away? Is it okay to hug me again?"

"Remove maybe."

"That word doesn't work either?"

"Correct."

"No more hugs, goodbye."

As soon as Tan Yuan took a few steps, she was dragged back and forced a late-night hug under the gratifying eyes of her aunt at the stairway.

Wei Chong also bit his shoulder.

...to be refined.

Very very well done!

The more Tan Yuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he looked up and saw Wei Chong's face, his anger suddenly disappeared.

It seems that there is no need to bother with the beautiful and mentally ill boyfriend.