When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

After a day of shopping outside, there is night as a cover.

After getting in the car, Fu Yu leaned on the seat and fell asleep without going far.

Ji Chen glanced at him, and turned up the air conditioner in the car a few degrees.

I got home earlier today than yesterday, but the villa was still quiet.

Fu Yu was led by Ji Chen, and entered the room in a daze, brushing his teeth and washing his face as quickly as possible.

In just a few minutes, when Ji Chen finished washing and went out, this man had already changed his clothes and was lying on the bed, sound asleep.

He hugged his new favorite polar bear in his arms twice, and stuffed it back under his waist as a cushion.

Ji Chen leaned against the bed and looked at his phone for a while before he fell asleep.

May be really tired.

Fu Yu's head was arched under the blanket, moving from time to time, and he seemed to be sleeping uneasy.

Controlling the Yang Qi in his body, he wrapped him tightly.

Ji Chen pulled the quilt down, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Thinking of the cruel words this person said in the parking lot of the mall.

He said with a smile in his voice, "Tomorrow I will try my best to be a grandfather."

……

People often say.

The two places with the most yin qi are schools and hospitals.

It seems that in the rumors, the original site of each school is a cemetery, and the school is built on top of it for cheap, and also for the vigor of those energetic teenagers to shake the negative energy of the underground.

As for the other one, it's even worse than the school.

It is said that no matter what kind of Feng Shui is good, as long as a hospital is built on it, one day good luck will turn bad.

Because this place is used to seeing the cycle of life and death, it is basically the destination of everyone before death.

Usually, there are always a few ghost stories that don't make much sense, with the hospital as the background.

It was early morning, in the ward.

"Fu Qi, Fu Qi, I'm not talking about you, you're tossing back and forth, even if you have great blessings, you can't save you."

The young man was sitting in front of the hospital bed, cursing and cursing, but the movements of his hands didn't affect him at all.

He was holding a fruit knife, slowly peeling the apples.

"As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live. Tell me, brother, what happened to you that you must die?"

The person on the bed lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, but did not speak.

"Hey—don't pretend to me."

With a movement of Chi Yan's hand, the nearly one-meter-long apple peel fell into the trash can with a "click".

Seeing that there was nearly a circle of skin left, he gave a "tsk" sound, and the fruit knife was directly inserted into the apple.

And when he looked up and saw his good friend who was dying on the hospital bed, he opened his mouth and let out another "tsk".

Chi Yan really doesn't understand, his good friend has been too abnormal recently.

In just one month, he cut his wrists back and forth three times.

If it wasn't for his name being there, he would have lived in a small house and been buried in the ground.

The point is that this person doesn't know when he learned to lie.

After being rescued for the first time, no matter how others asked him, he just didn't give the reason.

The expression on the face is real fear.

The family members looked at it and said, well, it’s okay to know that you are afraid, and you will definitely not do it again in the future. After all, if you have experienced this kind of thing once, you don’t want to try it again.

But Fu Qi is not an ordinary person.

A surgeon is clean and tidy when cutting others, and he is merciless when it is his turn to cut himself.

When the family had almost put down their guard, they picked a late night and cut their wrists again.

Similar to the last scene.

The wound was not deep, and the blood loss was excessive.

But those colleagues of his rescued him and rescued him finally.

But no matter what the family members asked, Fu Qi just couldn't tell the reason for his suicide.

Chi Yan has been his good friend and best friend since childhood.

He thought he hadn't missed any major event in his life.

I also don't understand why he has embarked on such a road of no return.

Now no matter what Fu Qi said, the family would not let him be alone.

Several people take turns to take care of him, and even watch over him 24 hours a day when he goes home.

By the way, find a psychiatrist and come over to see it when the time comes.

The results of it? !

A psychiatrist has yet to be found.

It was in the small gap where Chi Yan couldn't bear to go to the toilet.

The great surgeon cut his wrists again...

There is no scalpel or fruit knife, so people wrap up the glass and break it, and greet the wrist with the fragments.

This is because Chi Yan came out in time, and the rescue didn't take much effort this time.

But it really scared everyone.

Chi Yan pulled the fruit knife out of Apple's body, and then inserted it viciously.

"You fucking talk to me! Talk! Talk! Talk!"

After stabbing several times in a row, a good apple was smashed to pieces by him.

There is no way, my best friend is lying on the bed half dead and unable to fight, so I can only take an apple to vent my anger.

Fu Qi looked at him sideways, a smile added to his calm eyes.

"No matter how dissatisfied you are with me, you don't have to vent your anger with an apple."

Chi Yan raised the knife and dropped it, and he cut the rotten apple in half again.

"Then tell me well, what's going on with you!"

Fu Qi frowned, did not speak, and continued to look up at the ceiling.

If he said that he didn't know what was going on, would anyone believe him?

He thinks there is nothing wrong with him either physically or mentally.

As the young master of the Fu family, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

The family environment is good, the academic performance is excellent, the job I found after graduation is ideal, and now I am not in a relationship.

Why should he commit suicide?

It's just that he really can't tell.

He clearly remembered the situation when he committed suicide. At that time, he really felt very depressed and felt that it was meaningless to live in this world.

Naturally, thoughts of suicide arose.

But every time I was rescued, I felt that the scene was like a dream.

"Stop talking!"

Fu Qi sighed slowly: "I really don't know what to say, Chi Xiaoqi, if others don't know, can you not know? I have no reason to commit suicide at all."

Chi Yan snorted coldly, as if angry: "I don't know, I don't understand you at all now."

Fu Qi smiled bitterly: "I can't even understand it myself."

His appearance doesn't look like a fake, Chi Yan was suspicious, "What do you mean?"

"It means I don't even know why."

Chi Yan looked at his gloomy expression, remembered his abnormality recently, his heart skipped a beat, and he made a bold guess.

"Fortune, you, you must have bumped into it."

They had talked about this topic before, and as soon as Chi Yan said it, Fu Qi understood.

Raising the bandaged arm, Fu Qi looked and looked at the light.

It is undeniable that for a moment, he felt that Chi Yan was right.