The man under the streetlight, as he had promised before, had never left.

A little sour in her heart made her want to cry.

“I’m not going to lie to you anymore.”

She said a word lightly.

Ji Jingchen waited under the sweet window for a night until it was dawning and finally left.

In the castle.

He came in with a cold, and the butler saw him and hurried to meet him.

"The doctor is ready."

He looked worriedly at Ji Jingchen.

But he only nodded his head slightly and went upstairs.

In the dark room, only the ticking sound of the clock moving around.

He leaned back on the back of his chair.

"Mr. Ji, please relax and let us talk about your recent situation."

Ji Jingchen said a few words, Dr. Zhang nodded, homeopathically: "Next, let's talk about Miss Sweet Sweet."

“You should know that everyone is a different individual and heard that you’ve asked someone to track her?”Does she know?”

"I don't know."

“Do you think she’ll be angry when she knows?”

"I won't let her find out."Ji Jingchen affirmed.

“But that’s why you hurt Miss Wen?”

Ji Jingchen fell silent.

Dr. Zhang continued, “Tell me, what are you thinking now?”

There was a light in the dark eyes.

“I want to tie her up and tie her to her, and I can only see myself alone, I can only talk to you.”

The hand on the arm was slowly clenched into a fist, and there was a hint of madness on his face.

"I'm alone."

Dr. Zhang looked at him in surprise and couldn’t help but say, “But, Mr. Ji, you should know, Miss Wen, she...”

Before she could finish, the treachery turned her head, and her sharp eyes were close to the heart.

“She is mine!”

Dr. Zhang was caught in his eyes and tempts to open his mouth.

What if she was with someone else?What will you do?”

Ji Jingchen's body slowly relaxed, and even a smile was carried in the corners of his mouth.

"That would be great."

“Why?”

"Then I can tie her up."

There was a beautiful smile on his face, and he seemed to be fantasizing about that scene.

The sweetness of the warm sweetness tied to the room, in any case can not escape, he can see, touch at any time.

Only he alone.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Dr. Zhang frowned and worried more.

An hour later, the psychiatrist stood in front of the housekeeper, his expression very worried.

“Doctor, how?”The housekeeper asked.

The doctor shook his head.

"Mr. Ji's condition is deteriorating, why didn't you inform me before?"

"I'm sorry, I've only recently found out that it's unusual, and Mr. I usually look normal."

"This is the most unusual place."

He opened his own record book and recorded the contents of the conversation.

"For fear of her own situation being known to Miss Wen and leaving him, he created a perfect disguise for himself."

The butler hurriedly asked, “So what can I do now?”

"My advice now is that Mr. Ji's situation is very dangerous now, or that she may be able to do more with her with treatment."

“Or let Miss Wen go.”Mr. Ji's current behavior is uncontrollable, and if such a thing happens again, it will cause her harm."

The butler frowned, hesitating, and the door behind him was suddenly opened.

Jian Chen came out of the room.

“No.”He spoke.

The butler saw him and asked, “Sir, do you not agree to let Miss Wen go?”

“No.”

The cold eyes looked at them."Two terms, I don't agree."

Whether it is telling me about his illness or leaving warm sweet, it is unacceptable to him.

The housekeeper would guess.

He looked at the same as Dr. Zhang, for example: “But if that’s the case...”

"I'll take control of myself and nothing will happen."

After that, Ji Jingchen said, "Send the doctor away, I will not receive treatment again."

The psychiatrist listened and said, "Mr. Ji, you are very dangerous now."

He turned a deaf ear and waved to the housekeeper.

"Let him go."

The butler couldn’t help but leave with the doctor.

Ji Jingchen turned back to the room, sat down in his chair, and opened the photo necklace hanging on his wrist.

Fingers are tucked.

“How can I let you go?”

Wen Sweet had just been discharged from the hospital, only a few days later, the situation improved, and Mrs. Nguyen was ready to take her home.

There was a car parked outside the door of the hospital, and Wen Sweet looked around, but he did not see the figure of Ji Jingchen.

I should have known she was leaving the hospital today...

Mrs. Nguyen saw her movements and said bluntly, “I told them not to let Ji Jingchen be half a step closer.”

Sweet and sweet frowned.

"Jian Jingchen did not mean it, I rushed through it myself."

Mrs. Nguyen nodded slightly.

“If he had been able to control his actions, this would not have happened.”

After that, I put the sweetness in the car.

After returning to the Nguyen's house, Wen Sweet and sweet could not go out for a while and were ordered to rest at home.

Even the phone was taken away.

I thought that Ji Jingchen would choose to sneak into the yard at night, as before.

But after two days, I didn’t see the figure.

On the third day, Min Ange came to the house of Nguyen.

The wound on his body was better, but he could still see the faint blue purple on his face.

“Brother Min, how’s your injury?”

"I'm all right."

He handed a bunch of lilies to the sweetness.“This is for you.”

"It's my fault, and if it hadn't been for me to let you out."

Sweet and sweet, shook her head."When I say yes to Ji Jingchen, I will make him apologize to you."

"No, it's my fault."

Wen sweet sweet a little bit over, whispered: "Min brother, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

The eyes of the song flashed, slightly lowered his eyes.

“Do you want to call Ji Jingchen?”

"My phone was taken away, Mrs. Nguyen wouldn't let them call me, I'm afraid Ji Jingchen will be worried."

He looked up at her and smiled.

“Yes.”

He took out his phone and handed it to Wen Sweet.

“Thank you.”

Warm sweet and sweet hurriedly picked up, dialed the number that had long been familiar with the heart, and went to the other side.

After two sound, it was connected.

Wen Sweet couldn't help but smile and said, "Gu Jingchen, it's me."

On the other side of the phone, I looked at the strange number frowned.

“Sweetly sweet?”

Immediately, the chorus frowned again.“Whose phone are you calling?”