Unbearable

A humble and weak pleading, an urgent and uncomfortable voice.

Ji Zhonghan almost softened his heart, but after all he pushed Feng Qi's hand away, he didn't leave immediately, and he didn't make a decision in the restaurant.

Did Jing He's words affect him, Ji Zhonghan didn't dare to look at Feng Qi's face, he whispered, "Let me calm down."

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Feng Qi would not understand, and added: "One person."

He reached out to take back his suitcase from Feng Qi, this time it was very easy, Ji Zhonghan snatched the suitcase back.

Ji Zhonghan pulled his luggage, and before he had walked a few steps, he heard a loud sound of glass breaking.

He turned around in surprise, only to see that Feng Qi had smashed the decorative painting hanging on the corridor.

The back of Feng Qi's hand was cut with blood, which should be excruciatingly painful, but there was no expression on his face.

Feng Qi didn't look at Ji Zhonghan, but once again raised his fist and swung at the painting that he had smashed and was still stubbornly hanging on the wall.

Ji Zhonghan's heart almost stopped beating, he almost flew over to stop Feng Qi's second self-mutilation.

He was very angry, and it was even the first time he yelled loudly: "Are you crazy!"

Feng Qi threw him away forcefully, blood was splattered all over his face, which made him look strangely crazy.

"I just want to calm down." Feng Qi said to him.

Ji Zhonghan tore off the decorative tie around his neck with trembling fingers, trying to wrap it around Feng Qi's wrist to stop the bleeding in time.

Feng Qi pushed him: "Don't you want to go, you can go now."

Ji Zhonghan couldn't say a word, and now he even felt that it was Feng Qi, not him, who had a psychological problem.

He opened his suitcase, found all the medicines that could stop bleeding, and applied medicine to Feng Qi's wound.

After taking simple measures to stop the bleeding, Ji Zhonghan picked up his mobile phone and called Lin Rui.

During the call, his voice trembled a little, and he asked Lin Rui to come over.

At least one person had to stay to deal with the broken picture frame and explain to the hotel.

After hanging up the phone, he reached out to grab Feng Qi.

Since Feng Qi broke the picture frame, he has been in a depressed state, and he doesn't pay much attention to Ji Zhonghan, and ignores him.

Ji Zhonghan was very angry, but he couldn't scold such a relative.

When he came to the car, Feng Qi leaned against the window and kept looking out of the car window.

The injured hand rested casually on the leg, and blood was still oozing slowly.

Ji Zhonghan held back his anger, put on Feng Qi's seat belt, and drove off.

As soon as we were on the road, we kept encountering red lights.

Ji Zhonghan felt so anxious for the first time, he turned his head to look at Feng Qi's hand from time to time.

Feng Qi moved and sat up straight: "Don't worry, I won't die."

Ji Zhonghan didn't speak.

Feng Qi said: "The day I went to the airport to chase you, I bled more than now."

Ji Zhonghan knew clearly that Feng Qi said this to make him feel bad.

But even though he knew Feng Qi's purpose, he couldn't help but jump into this trap.

"I hate the way you leave with your back turned to me." Feng Qi whispered.

Ji Zhonghan clenched the steering wheel, and finally said his first words since getting in the car: "I also hate being threatened."

Whether it's self-mutilation, or something else, it's all the same to him.

Relying on his caring and soft heart, he hurt himself to gain attention.

If it were someone else, Ji Zhonghan would find it unreasonable, but this matter was done by Feng Qi, and it really seemed like something he would do.

Over the years, he has dealt with a lot of psychiatrists, and Ji Zhonghan has also learned about related knowledge.

Feng Xinglu faced Feng Qi, who was still a child, punching and kicking at every turn, and was confined in a dark room.

Feng Qi grows so big, it's strange that he doesn't grow crooked.

When Feng Qi was young, he had the problem of constant fighting and venting violence. Until today's self-harm, Feng Qi really should see a psychiatrist.

Maybe the problem is more serious than him, at least, he never hurt himself.

Came to the hospital, debridement and stitches, Ji Zhonghan accompanied the whole process, he didn't say much, and Feng Qi didn't say anything.

After leaving the hospital, the sky was already turning pale, and Ji Zhonghan's leaving was completely delayed.

He thought that his suitcase was still open in the corridor, and wondered if Lin Rui would close it for him and push it back into the room when Lin Rui came over.

Thinking about things in a mess, he sent Feng Qi back to the hotel.

Feng Qi got out of the car first, and after closing the door, Ji Zhonghan was still in a daze.

He opened the door and got off the car, only to see that Feng Qi had already turned his back to him, walking towards the hotel gate.

It's not so much that Feng Qi seems to be losing his temper and being awkward, it's better to say that Feng Qi is more tired and doesn't want to continue to torment.

When he realized that Feng Qi might give up, Ji Zhonghan was not as relaxed as he imagined.

The unspeakable sourness and astringency blocked his throat.

Exhaustion made him even more headache, and he wondered if he would catch a cold the next day.

Following Feng Qi's footsteps, he returned to the door of the apartment. Feng Qi held the door and whispered to him: "If you want to leave, don't do it in front of me."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qi entered the room by himself and closed the door.

Ji Zhonghan looked at the suitcase at the door, it was probably packed by Lin Rui for him, it was not locked, and the zipper had a small opening.

The emotional ups and downs throughout the night had exhausted all his physical strength, making it impossible for him to cheer up and go to other hotels.

He pushed the suitcase into the room, tidied up briefly, and then fell down on the sofa.

Ji Zhonghan didn't fall asleep immediately, his physical exhaustion couldn't withstand the mental stimulation, he was worried.

Even at this stage, he was still hopelessly worried about Feng Qi's mental state.

Tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep, and I felt woken up by the ringing of the bell not long after.

Ji Zhonghan sat up and went to the bathroom to tidy up.He looked haggard in the mirror, and the bloodshot eyes were frighteningly numerous.

The day before, he and Feng Qi were fine, and Feng Qi even booked a room to confess to him at night.

Today, everything changed. Ji Zhonghan held the washbasin and felt the pain belatedly.

This painful feeling almost made Ji Zhonghan question his choice.

Rationally, he knew that what he did was not wrong.Feng Qi did something unacceptable.

Pulling him emotionally, tempting him to give Feng Qi another chance.

Is this really what Lin Yu said, all his special feelings towards Feng Qi are because of his illness?

Ji Zhonghan smiled wryly at himself in the mirror, no matter how dull he was, he knew exactly what he was suffering for now.

From the hotel to the shooting location, Yao Ye arrived early, saw his expression, and asked him worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Ji Zhonghan shook his head and said nothing happened, Yao Ye asked his assistant to bring him coffee, Ji Zhonghan did not refuse.

During the filming, Ji Zhonghan drank four or five cups of coffee to maintain his state.

I drank too much coffee on an empty stomach, and it didn't take long to feel the sourness in my stomach.

When Ji Zhonghan was resting, he went to the bathroom to vomit once.When he came out of the single room of the toilet, Ji Zhonghan came to the sink to do a simple cleaning for himself.

At this time Yao Ye also came in and handed him a handkerchief.

Ji Zhonghan didn't take the handkerchief, and Yao Ye was not annoyed when he was rejected: "You don't have to be hostile to me."

"I see that you are not in good shape today, do you want to take a rest?" Yao Ye asked.

Ji Zhonghan said suddenly: "You told me yesterday that Feng Qi is the same as Wen Yuan, why do you have such an idea, did Feng Qi do something?"

Yao Ye was caught off guard by his question, and it took him a long time to say: "He has a bad temper, and he often beats and scolds me."

Ji Zhonghan saw all his expressions in his eyes: "When did Feng Qi beat you and scold you?"

Yao Ye hesitated for a moment, but Ji Zhonghan smiled: "Wen Yuan asked you to come, right?"

"It was Wen Yuan who asked you to tell me this."

First Yao Ye, then Lin Jin, these two people gave him verbal hints back and forth, and finally the text message that blew everything up at night.

Things happen too densely, but it makes people feel very deliberate.

He provoked Yao Ye with words, and successfully saw a panicked expression on Yao Ye's face.

This made him confirm the truth of the matter even more.

Ji Zhonghan threw the used paper towels into the trash can, walked around Yao Ye to the bathroom door.

Yao Ye stopped him: "Leave Feng Qi."

Ji Zhonghan stopped, and Yao Ye continued: "I really want to be good for you, so I persuade you like this."

"It's better to persuade yourself than to persuade me." Ji Zhonghan left this sentence without looking back, and left the bathroom.

Compared to Feng Qi, Wen Yuan is really psychologically twisted.

Yao Ye is also devoted to Wen Yuan, so he is not qualified to persuade others how to do it.

Back at work, Ji Zhonghan acted as if nothing had happened, and went to work as usual.

When Jing He came to look for Ji Zhonghan, he saw Ji Zhonghan facing the computer, talking to the staff around him.

It can be seen that the matter of Feng Qi will not affect his work at all.

Jinghe appreciates this kind of person very much. In this respect, Ji Zhonghan is very similar to Feng Qi.

Although Feng Qi is very emotional, he can hold back his emotions and complete his duties when he is working.

Jing He walked to Ji Zhonghan's side, Ji Zhonghan seemed to be aware of his arrival, and gave him a cold look.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Jing He really wanted to persuade Ji Zhonghan to join the modeling business.

It is a waste of his condition to be a photographer.

Jing He took out his mobile phone: "I found the source of the text message."

Ji Zhonghan was not as excited as Jinghe thought, he even lowered his eyes in dismay, and gave the answer in advance: "Wen Yuan sent it."

Jing He didn't show the evidence on the phone to Ji Zhonghan again: "You already know, then you should also believe that few words Wen Yuan said are true. Feng Qi really didn't let me dump Xu Wei, he ...not as vile as you think."

Jing He laughed at himself and said, "If you really want to find a culprit in this matter, then I'm the one."

After finishing speaking, Jing He saw that Ji Zhonghan was still unmoved.

"You don't have to quit the show, Feng Qi told me that he will quit."

"Return your cleanliness."