Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Ying Huan focused on the things in his hands, looked down at the document, and held a pen in his bony hand, writing down his name flamboyantly from time to time.

He is very harmonious with the simple and elegant office environment. The neat suit and snow-white skin outline a unique abstinence temperament and a strong male hormone atmosphere that cannot be ignored.

Anyone would fall in love with him, but he was so persistent that he hanged himself on Xintang's crooked neck tree.

Xin Tang didn't feel lucky, but only had an urge to escape more and more.

He stood up, and while paying attention to Ying Huan's reaction, he walked towards the door lightly.

The whole process was terribly long, but Ying Huan never responded, as if she really didn't notice the movement here.

For some reason, Xin Tang didn't feel relaxed at all, but instead had an indescribable sense of restlessness haunting him.

He couldn't open that door.

For some reason, he suddenly had such pessimistic thoughts, looking at the door that was already close at hand, but Xin Tang still didn't have the courage to turn the doorknob.

"Tangtang, if you don't try it, how will you know if that door is open to you?"

Ying Huan's voice suddenly came from behind, it seemed to be very close, but at the same time it seemed to be far away.

For a moment, Xin Tang couldn't tell whether the voice came from Ying Huan in reality, or from some secret memory of him.

His reason told him there was no need to try, but his hand reached out involuntarily, and turned the doorknob—

His body was already tense, ready to rush out the door.

However, the door did not open and the door handle was jammed tightly.

"Hehehehe..." Ying Huan's ghostly voice came, "Tangtang, what are you thinking, how could the door be open? They all have to swipe their cards when they come in."

Xin Tang's face turned pale in an instant.

Yeah, what was he thinking?How could he open this door?

A warm body embraced him from behind, "Are you bored? Don't you like reading the novels I prepared for you? You used to like them all."

Xin Tang's body trembled a little, and the scene in his memory seemed to be vaguely reunited with the present, but at that time the sun was even stronger, and it was burning when it fell on his body.

The sun wasn't too mild at the moment, but he felt a little pain on his exposed skin.

Xin Tang suddenly couldn't tell whether he really walked to the door, or lying on the sofa and having a dream?

"Why did you lose your mind? If you lose your mind in my arms, I will be sad." Ying Huan's voice kept pouring into his ears.

Xin Tang thought in a daze, so it wasn't a dream, he was really caught by Ying Huan.

"I'm too busy with work, so I neglected Tangtang, but it's okay, I'm free now, so I won't let Tangtang get bored."

Xin Tang wanted to get rid of Ying Huan, so he rejected Ying Huan a little uncomfortable: "I'm not bored, let me go."

"No, Tangtang," Ying Huan rubbed Xintang's neck coquettishly, "I want to have sex with you."

"It's working time."

"It's okay, no one will come in."

Ying Huan covered Xin Tang's mouth, and didn't listen to any words of rejection from him, "We did it here, remember it well, huh?"

After all, Ying Huan couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

"Help you restore your memory, don't you want to restore your memory? Don't miss this kind. Whether it is soul or body, we are a natural fit."

Xin Tang wanted to say, who is a perfect match for a pervert like you, but his mouth was covered, and he bit Ying Huan's scabbed hand again until it was dripping with blood, and Ying Huan didn't let go of him.

Someone wanted to come in halfway, probably because the door was not opened, so he knocked on the door for a while in doubt.

He clearly heard something in the room, and it seemed that the door was hit by something, why couldn't he open the door?

There was still no one answering the door, and the assistant had to leave temporarily full of doubts.

When he was called in by the boss, except that the sofa was moved to a place by the window where it could be exposed to the sun, and the neatly folded blankets were scattered on the sofa, it seemed the same as usual.

The assistant handed Ying Huan the document just submitted by the planning department, reported a few words about the situation, and consciously walked to the sofa, intending to fold the blanket.

He knew that his boss not only had a cleanliness habit, but also had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. He couldn't stand this kind of mess. In the past, when he saw any irregularities in the office, he would consciously tidy them up.

But today, before he touched the blanket, a cold voice came from behind: "You can go out now."

Although the boss is not usually a warm person, it was the first time he heard such a cold voice that made the hairs on his back stand on end.

The assistant's mind was in a mess, and he didn't leave immediately, but turned to apologize to Ying Huan: "I'm sorry, I just saw that the blanket was messed up, and I want to..."

"Get out!" Ying Huan interrupted the assistant, his cold eyes seemed to pierce him, "Don't make me say it a third time."

"Yes Yes."

The assistant finally realized what he had done, and ran out of the office with a pale face.

Ying Huan hated clutter, and even more hated other people's excuses, which would make him feel very noisy, but today he was flustered and made the biggest mistake.

When the new intern saw that Li Zhu, who was usually the most favored by Ying Huan, came out of Ying Huan's office with a bad face, he immediately wentssip and asked Li Zhu what happened in a low voice.

The other assistants were not obvious on the surface, but they also quietly pricked up their ears.

With lingering fear in his heart, Li Zhu briefly talked about what happened just now.

The intern glanced in the direction of Ying Huan's office, and found that the door inside was closed tightly, so he asked in a low voice, "Li Zhu, I heard... our boss's side," the intern made two gestures on his head , continued: "There is a problem, is it true?"

"Who did you hear?"

"Just the security guy downstairs, he said that the boss used to bring a reluctant person to the company, and almost killed him, but that person never showed up again. The boss was very mentally unstable for a while, Everyone said he... had a mental problem."

"Okay," Li Zhu yelled at the intern, "If you want to work here, the biggest taboo is not to gossip about the boss."

As one of the very few people who can stay here all the time, he relies on only taking care of his own one-third of an acre of land.

Thinking of Ying Huan's eyes just now, Li Zhu couldn't help but shudder. Ying Huan just now reminded him of that horrible nightmare time.

In fact, most of the gossip that the interns inquired about was not groundless.

About four or five months ago, his boss often brought a young man over, and that person secretly told him that he was imprisoned and hoped for help.

But at that time, Li Zhu hoped too much for a chance, so he turned around and told Ying Huan about it without hesitation.

That day, Ying Huan left with the fainted person in her arms, and never came back later, so everyone speculated whether someone was killed.

Only Li Zhu knew that no one was killed, and the young man's body wrapped in the blanket was horrible.

After another period of time, it seemed that something very bad happened. Ying Huan didn't come to the company for three days, and every time he came, his face was very ugly, like a volcano that was suppressed to the extreme and would erupt at any time. During those days, no Know how many people were fired.

So the rumors that Ying Huan had a mental problem spread like this.

It is undeniable that Ying Huan is really a genius, and has a keen grasp of the market trend. In the past few years, the company's market value has doubled countless times, but there is often only a thin line between a genius and a lunatic.

In the office, as soon as Li Zhu left, Ying Huan's expression softened, and he said to the bulging bags on the sofa, "Don't be nervous, I'll let him go. I won't let anyone see you, I can't bear to .”

Xin Tang didn't move at all, wondering if he had listened to Ying Huan's words.

The sun made him a little hot.

The spring sun is not too strong, but after all, it is facing the sun. Xin Tang just threw off Ying Huan and wrapped himself in a blanket. The hot sweat on his body has not dissipated, sticky, like residue Ying Huan's passionate kiss.

He never wanted to be here again.

But Ying Huan still said the same thing, Aunt Huang will not come, he has to eat lunch, and it is the best choice to come to the company with him.

"Can't Aunt Huang come back?" Xin Tang asked when he was forcibly dragged up for lunch.

"Of course not," Ying Huan smiled softly, but said some extremely cold words: "It's only three things, it's not the first time she's done this kind of thing."

Xin Tang didn't know, it turned out that it wasn't the first time Aunt Huang helped him, but in his memory, he clearly smashed Aunt Huang's head severely.

He thought, that should be a cowardly but kind-hearted good man, but it was a pity that he and Ying Huan had killed him miserably.

For a period of time afterwards, Xin Tang was still forced to follow Ying Huan to work every day. He gradually learned to read a little novel, or look out the window when he was bored, trying not to have any interaction with Ying Huan.

But Ying Huan, there is always a way to force Xin Tang to speak, and the office environment always makes him very excited, so he had forced sex with Xin Tang twice.

Once he put Xin Tang on the desk. When he was done, the documents and computer were scattered all over the floor. Ying Huan tore off his tie to block all the things he put in, and then left the office in a good mood. Little by little, it was restored to its original state.

Another time, he dragged Xin Tang to the gap under the desk while saying, "When you just lost your memory, you ran to the study to find something, and you squatted beside my legs so obediently, that's what I wanted to do." One side was stuffed into Xin Tang's mouth.

In this way, the days of peace and tranquility, and suffering and suffering, came to an abrupt end one night when Xin Tang received a WeChat voice call from Aunt Huang.

At that time, Ying Huan was taking a bath, and Xin Tang was casually scrolling through some videos of cats and dogs, when the news that Aunt Huang had added WeChat friends suddenly popped up, and he thought he was hallucinating for a while.

Isn't his tablet unable to communicate with the outside world?At the beginning, I couldn't add friends face to face with Aunt Huang, why can I suddenly do it now?

Xin Tang didn't think it was Ying Huan who suddenly relaxed the restrictions on him. He intuitively felt that there was some special reason for this, so he simply agreed to Aunt Huang's friend request to see what she was going to do.

Almost at the same time as adding friends, Aunt Huang's voice call came in——

Xin Tang clicked to answer, but before he could speak, he heard Aunt Huang's hoarse voice, mixed with whining wind:

"Sir, I have something very important to tell you."