The white cut black boss is pretending to be pitiful again

After talking on the phone with Liang Huai, Ji Sangyan's already subdued heart flamed up again.

To be honest, the moment he heard Liang Huai's voice, he felt sorry for Liang Huai.

But Liang Huai's attitude was really too cold, so cold that he had the feeling that if he cared about Liang Huai even a word, he was making a fool of himself.

His attitude was a bit off yesterday, but who is to blame?

If Liang Huai didn't hide everything from him, why would he get so angry?

He had said long ago that he didn't like to cheat, but Liang Huai still lied to him again and again. When he lied to himself, didn't he think about the consequences?

No, he thought about it.

Liang Huai is so smart, how could he not guess what will happen when he knows the truth.

He just doesn't care.

Now that the lie has been exposed, it's fine if he doesn't repent, but he even flirts with himself.

Asshole stuff!

In a panic, Ji Sangyan kicked the dining table over.

The bodyguard guarding outside heard the sound and hurried in to check.

As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of food entered his nostrils. When he looked up, he saw that the dining table was lying on its back on the ground, the exquisite ceramic tableware was broken, and the food soup was spilled everywhere. yes.

Ji Sangyan sat on the bed with a gloomy face, holding the phone tightly in his hand, and the veins on the back of his thin hand were bulging. Even a few meters away, the bodyguard could feel the biting chill emanating from his body.

It’s over.

It was a disservice.

The bodyguard swallowed, and mustered up the courage to speak: "Ji, Mr. Ji..."

Ji Sangyan raised his eyes and looked at him. His cold gaze seemed to freeze people to death. The bodyguard was so frightened that he forcibly swallowed back what he hadn't said.

It wasn't until Ji Sangyan looked away that he silently turned around to get the broom, tidying up the room with as little sense of presence as possible.

The bodyguard had just cleaned up the floor when he went out and ran into Liang Huai who was carrying a cake.

Liang Huai subconsciously protected the cake, and said in an unhappy tone, "You put your eyes on top of your head?"

Seeing Liang Huai, the bodyguard quickly took half a step back and lowered his head: "Old, boss."

At this time, Liang Huai saw the trash can containing ceramic shards in his hand: "What is this?"

The bodyguard said: "Mr. Ji overturned the dining table."

A complicated look flashed across Liang Huai's eyes, and he ordered lightly, "Prepare another table."

The bodyguard hurriedly said yes, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Liang Huai, "Don't talk too much later, Mr. Ji looks very angry."

Liang Huai gave an 'hmm' without emotion, pushed the door open and walked in.

Although the room has been restored to its original state, there is still a faint smell of food in the air.

Looking around, Liang Huai's eyes fell on the bed.

Ji Sangyan was lying under the quilt at this time, and he seemed to be curled up, propping up the quilt into a small bulge.

A person who is usually tall and slender, why is it so small when he curls up on the bed.

Liang Huai frowned, walked to the side of the bed, put the cake on the bedside table, reached out and touched Ji Sangyan's head exposed outside the quilt, and said softly, "The food is not to your liking?"

Ji Sangyan patted his hand away, and said in a calm tone, "Yes, disgusting."

This is connoting him.

But Liang Huai hadn't heard any bad words, and he didn't care too much. He casually wrapped his fingers around his hair and played: "I bought your favorite tiramisu, have some?"

The person in the quilt snorted coldly: "No need."

Liang Huai originally thought that Ji Sangyan called him to ask for peace, so he went to buy a cake at the corner on the way back, but he still looked cold, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

But thinking of the bodyguard's exhortation, he took another deep breath.

"I was wrong about what happened yesterday." He lowered his posture as much as possible and coaxed softly: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Ji Sangyan didn't move.

He gently shook the person under the quilt: "Brother Sang Yan."

There was a bit of pleading in his tone.

Ji Sangyan was silent for a while, then slowly got up and turned to look at him.

Although he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help frowning when he saw Liang Huai's pale lips: "Are you sick?"

"Old problem, it's fine now." Liang Huai leaned his head on his shoulder: "Brother, don't be angry, okay, I really know I was wrong."

Ji Sangyan looked down at him for a while: "Let me go."

Liang Huai was taken aback, then slowly raised his head, looking at him in disbelief: "You still want to break up?"

Seeing that Ji Sangyan didn't speak, his eyes turned red instantly, and he held onto Ji Sangyan's shoulder tightly: "Where did I not do well enough, Ji Sangyan? Didn't I just lie to you once, why did you treat me like this?"

Ji Sangyan was a little hurt from being caught by him, but he still suppressed the discomfort: "I said before, I don't like cheating. Liang Huai, you are an adult, you have to pay the price for your own actions."

"I can forgive you once or twice, but you have to know that people's patience is limited. I can't spend my whole life with a liar."

Liang Huai shook his shoulders and cried, "But I already knew I was wrong!"

"I've already forgiven you, haven't I?" He gently wiped away the tears on Liang Huai's face, but what he said made Liang Huai feel cold all over his body: "But forgiveness is forgiveness, and feelings are feelings. I don't care about you." You lied to me, but it doesn't mean that I want to continue to associate with you, this farce, let's stop here, okay?"

Liang Huai looked at him with red eyes, and shook his head slightly.

Ji Sangyan's brows were almost twisted into Sichuan characters. He thought that he could hear a few words when he told Liang Huai in a nice voice, but now that he looked at it, as long as it was something he didn't want to hear, it couldn't reach his ears at all.

Ji Sangyan's mood gradually became impetuous: "How long do you want to lock me up? Is it possible to lock up something like love? That's true, everyone should take back the person you like and lock me up. What about love?"

"Don't say it, don't say it." Liang Huai covered his ears in pain, tears fell on the quilt one by one like broken pearls.

Ji Sangyan couldn't see his tears.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and said, "Let me go, don't make me hate you."

Liang Huai took a breath, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Don't." He threw Ji Sangyan onto the bed, staring at him with red eyes: "Brother, don't go."

Ji Sangyan was taken aback by him.

Although he had already guessed that Liang Huai had a bad personality, but seeing his deep and cold eyes for the first time, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

At this time, Liang Huai seemed to be a completely different person, and the strangeness made him a little scared.

"Liang Huai?" He tried his best to restrain the fear in his heart: "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing him calling his name, Liang Huai's eyelashes trembled, and then he put his hand on his collar and pulled it hard.

hiss-

The shirt was instantly torn in half by Liang Huai.

The sudden coolness made Ji Sangyan's pupils tremble, and he pushed Liang Huai away with hands and feet: "Liang Huai, calm down!"

Unexpectedly, Liang Huai's strength was terrifying, so he tied his hands tightly to the head of the bed with a belt just a few times, so he couldn't move.

He struggled hard, but the person on his body didn't care at all, his eyes were scarlet, and he tore up the little fabric left on his body.

Sensing his intention, Ji Sangyan's eyes turned red with fright.

Meeting his eyes, Ji Sangyan discovered that Liang Huai's eyes were not clear at all.

Even though he was looking down at him, his eyes were cloudy.

Like an empty shell without a soul.

Ji Sangyan was a little scared, he grabbed Liang Huai's arm: "Liang Huai, wake up."

But no matter how he called, Liang Huai bent over and pressed him as if he couldn't hear him.

Ji Sangyan was awakened by the heat.

When I opened my eyes, the headlights in the room had been turned off, only the orange sleep light on the bedside table was on.

Someone hugged him tightly behind him, his body temperature was terribly high, like a small stove.

Ji Sangyan wanted to turn around, but as soon as he moved, his body hurt badly.

He elbowed the person behind him: "Liang Huai."

Waited for a while, no response.

He frowned, resisted the pain and turned around, and under the dim light, he found that Liang Huai's face was blushing abnormally.

Ji Sangyan quickly reached out and touched Liang Huai's forehead.

Very hot.

"Liang Huai, wake up." He shook Liang Huai.

No response at all.

Already burned unconscious.

Ji Sangyan didn't dare to delay, so he quickly picked up Liang Huai's mobile phone and called the bodyguard outside: "Liang Huai has a fever, call an ambulance."

After making the phone call, he quickly put on clothes for himself and Liang Huai, and quietly waited for the ambulance to arrive.

After about ten minutes, the door opened.

But what came in was not someone from the hospital, but a European face.

The man put the medicine box beside the bed, nodded to him, then took out the stethoscope, probed Liang Huai for a while, looked at Liang Huai suspiciously, and then at Ji Sangyan.

After a while, he took out a bottle of medicine and drew it out with a syringe.

Seeing that he was about to give Liang Huai an injection, Ji Sangyan grabbed his hand in time: "He just has a fever, why use mental medicine?"

As a doctor, he basically knows these basic medicines.

This is not a medicine that should be given to a fever patient.

The white doctor looked at him and explained in broken Chinese: "Mr. Liang's fever is caused by mental illness."

"What did you say?"

"He has anxiety disorder." The white doctor looked at the beautiful man in front of him suspiciously: "Don't you know?"

Ji Sangyan was stunned, and looked at Liang Huai with a complicated expression.

He had never heard Liang Huai talk about his illness.

Even, during more than a month of cohabitation, he didn't see Liang Huai take any mental medicine.

Is it during that time that you don't need to take medicine?Or did Liang Huai deliberately hide it from him?

After the white doctor left, Ji Sangyan sized up the sleeping man for a while, then reached out and stroked his cheek, frowning slightly: "How many things are you still hiding from me?"

The eyelashes of the sleeping person trembled slightly.

Seeing him move, Ji Sangyan hurriedly stopped.

Who knows, Liang Huai grabbed his wrist first.

Just when he thought Liang Huai was about to open his eyes, Liang Huai was silent.

Until he was about to pull his hand back, the sleeping man held his wrist tightly again, and murmured in pain: "Brother...don't go."