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"What should I do about this?" Yan Yi asked, pointing to the protrusion under his body.

Meng Fan had a cold face: "I suggest you solve it yourself, otherwise what else can you do?"

Did it chop up?

Yan Yi's eyes dimmed, and he brought out the classic quotations from the domineering president: "Shouldn't the one who lit the fire be responsible for putting it out?"

Meng Fan remained calm: "Picasso ordered..."

You go find him and kill him.

The corner of Yan Yi's mouth twitched, and he smiled and said, "Forget it, I can't appreciate it."

"Then why don't you calm down and go back to sleep quickly?" Meng Fan was very tired after spending the whole day with Yan Yi, and he didn't bother to think about the problem. At this moment, he just wanted to throw himself on the bed and have a good sleep.

"Don't you need to hypnotize me to strengthen the main personality?" Yan Yi reminded with a half-smile, "Otherwise the other personalities may get up and run around again in the middle of the night."

Meng Fan calmly said, "Need."

Although it has already been strengthened, but this cannot be said, it must go through the process again, Meng Fan yawned, lazily accompanied Yan Yi to his bedroom, took out the pocket watch in his pajamas pocket, and followed the old routine: "Come on, look at this pocket watch."

Yan Yi smiled lightly: "Doctor Meng, are you so tired?"

"Tired and sleepy." Meng Fan said fiercely, "So please cooperate quickly."

"...Okay." Yan Yi had a doting look on his face playing with the children, "Then let's start."

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning.

The rising sun shines bright as molten gold through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Fang Qi tiptoed into Yan Zihuan's bedroom and handed him a bagged matcha cake.

"The revolution needs soldiers like you." Yan Zihuan took it with tears in his eyes, almost drooling.

"Hey." Fang Qi smiled innocently, took off the package and held it in his hand, "Then I'm leaving."

"See you in the afternoon." Yan Zihuan winked at him wittily, "I want to eat pork jerky."

Fang Qi nodded vigorously: "Okay, wrap it on me!"

It's like two underground party joints.

Fang Qi tiptoed out of Yan Zihuan's bedroom, but at the corner of the corridor, he met Jiang Fei who was about to wake Yan Zihuan up for a morning run.

Jiang Fei was wearing a vest and sports shorts, his bulging and beautiful muscles were very eye-catching.

Fang Qi was taken aback, and quickly put his hand holding the packing bag behind his back against the wall, and stammered, "Mr. Jiang, good morning."

"Morning." Jiang Fei nodded, looked down at his watch, "woke up so early?"

"Not yet..." Fang Qi made up an excuse, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"The toilet is not here." Jiang Fei thought he was not familiar with it when he first arrived, so he raised his hand and pointed, "Go over there, the innermost one."

"Okay, thank you." Fang Qi swallowed nervously. If he turned around now, the matcha cake packaging bag in his hand would be found, but if he took it to the front, he would obviously be seen, so Fang Qi's mind froze. Twitching, blinking his big eyes at Jiang Fei, blushing, hands behind his back, like a small crab, he quickly ran away sideways against the wall...

She was also wearing cute bear pajamas.

"..." Jiang Feifeng stood in a mess in the same place, completely sprouted into a mentally handicapped by the sudden cute attack, and didn't notice anything wrong!

And when Jiang Fei calmed down and walked into Yan Zihuan's bedroom to check, Yan Zihuan had already eaten the cake to the point where there was no crumb left, and he was calmly tying his shoelaces.

This is the first overall victory of the Foodie Alliance!

After breakfast, Yan took Meng Fan to the study.

Yan Yi's adoptive father is a lover of books. He specially set up a large room in the villa for the purpose of collecting books. The study room is elegantly designed and comfortable. Going outdoors, there are rattan chairs and small glass tables on the balcony, where you can sit outside and drink coffee while the wind blows.

Yan Yi took a notebook from the bookshelf and handed it to Meng Fan: "All the information about my 24 personalities are recorded here, the approximate time when the personality first appeared, identity, preferences, personality, and special events I have experienced. You can ask me if there is anything I haven't mentioned."

"Okay." Meng Fan took the notebook, sat down at the desk and spread it out, "I'll read it here by myself, go get busy."

Yan Yi took a novel from the bookshelf, sat opposite Meng Fan, and said softly, "I want to read a book here too."

"Oh, yes." Meng Fan responded, lowered his head and studied the notebook.Yan Yi's handwriting is beautiful, like his own, with subtle and soft curls at the end of the handwriting, exuding an ambiguous and gloomy magnificence.

"Because the doctor will ask about these things every time I see a doctor, so I simply sorted them all out." Yan Yi flipped the pages of the book absent-mindedly, her eyes firmly locked on Meng Fan, "For me, this is a big deal." project."

"En." Meng Fan nodded.

"But Doctor Meng never asked me these things." Yan Yi observed Meng Fan's face with interest, "Why is that?"

Because I have supernatural powers, I don’t need to ask those things to heal diseases, silly boy!Meng Fan slandered, with a stern face, and made up a few words with a dignified expression: "Because my treatment method is my own creation, which is different from other doctors, so this information is not so important to me. important."

"Indeed, Dr. Meng is different from anyone else." Yan Yi agreed with great approval, and then said, "But why did you suddenly ask again today?"

Meng Fan looked at him worriedly: ... Why the hell are you the only one who has so much to do?

"Naturally, it's because I want to provide patients with better treatment." Meng Fan smiled warmly like a spring breeze, "If you understand this information, you may find new breakthroughs."

Yan smiled from the corner of his eyes: "You are such a good doctor."

Can you stop pushing and let me watch quietly for a while!Meng Fan smiled so much that she showed her small white teeth, as if she was doing a toothpaste advertisement: "Mr. Yan is flattering you, this is what I should do."

Yan Yi burst out laughing.

Meng Fan: ...

"This novel is very interesting." Yan Yi looked down at the book with a calm expression.

Holding Yan Yi's notebook and studying for a whole morning, Meng Fan confirmed his conclusion last night that none of Yan Yi's 23 sub-personalities was a normal person.

In addition to Yan Er Yan San Yan Qi and Yan 24, the more prominent ones are as follows——

Yan Twelve, for example, seems to be a bulimia patient. The whole meaning of this personality is to eat, and after eating until full, he will vomit, and continue to eat after vomiting; another example is Yan Shiliu, who is a money addict similar to Meng Fan, and She seems to have kleptocracy, and was sent to the police station because her hands and feet were not clean; Yan Jiu is a rock and roll youth with self-abuse tendencies; Yan Shishi is a classical music lover with a severe obsession with cleanliness; The sick and jealous man; Yan Shiba, who is too lazy to be similar to Wang Ba, does not appear frequently and falls asleep every time...

How on earth did this man survive until now?Meng Fan closed his notebook, looked at Yan Yi who was sitting across from him flipping through the novel, and couldn't help admiring him.

"What?" Yan Yi raised his eyes.