"You...didn't see it!"
Fang Yihuai, who was originally a bit fierce, looked lonely and sad, and his voice lowered: "You didn't see it, is that okay?"
Qian Yan: "..."
"Well, I didn't see that."
Qian Yan turned around with the medical examination sheet in hand. She didn't care about sick people.
She didn't think too much about why Fang Yihuai was just seeing a doctor, so he was afraid of being seen. But she also guessed that the other party should be here to see a psychological or mental illness. It's normal for people with such illnesses to be afraid of everything. Some sufferers
People who are sick don't want to be known, they just want to be normal people.
“Do you have any extra masks?”
Fang Yihuai's voice sounded behind him, and before Qian Yan could answer, he said, "If not, forget it."
As soon as he said this, Qian Yan turned around and handed him a mask.
Fang Yihuai quickly took it, covered his face immediately, and pulled his hood down: "Thank you."
After watching Fang Yihuai's somewhat lonely figure leave, Qian Yan also left the hospital.
This was just an episode, and she didn't pay much attention to it.
Little did he know that Fang Yihuai had been worried all day, fearing that she would ask him what was wrong. In the end, there was nothing wrong with him. While he was relieved, he was also a little disappointed.
In the afternoon, he went to the cafe again, but unfortunately he couldn't wait for anyone.
When Qian Yan returned home, he found that his room had been opened and the whole room was in a mess.
She took out her mobile phone and took pictures in various places in the room. All the clothes in the wardrobe were torn out and cut to pieces. Everything that could be smashed was smashed. There were various footprints and even garbage on the bed.
"You are not my parents' biological child. Without you, I would be the only child in the family, and everything in this family belongs to me." Ji Baozhu's words of shame and pride came from behind, "You'd better know your identity clearly.
Don't touch my stuff."
"You actually want your parents to buy you a house. It's so shameless. After the city walls don't have the face of you, you have such a beautiful idea."
"As long as I, Ji Baozhu, are here, don't even think about it!"
Ji Baozhu was holding a big apple and chewing it. While chewing it, he looked down on Qian Yan in a very special way, making him feel like he deserved a beating.
Qian Yan: "You did something very unwise."
Qian Yan walked out of the room. Ji Baozhu was not in a hurry because she had locked the door to the room long ago.
Seeing Qian Yan standing at the door of her room, she grinned, looking very proud.
Qian Yan was thinking whether she should use some strength and smash the door with a slap, or find a tool to pick the lock.
In the end, she didn't do this. Instead, she called Chen Xiulin and Ji Qingyuan and told them what happened at home. She hoped they would come back as soon as possible and sent them a photo of the room.
The two came back soon. After hearing the sound of the door lock turning, Qian Yan turned on the recording button.
Ji Qingyuan and his wife opened the door and went straight to the door of Qianyan's room. When they saw the mess inside, they looked a little embarrassed, but they felt a little happy inside.
"What do you think we should do about this matter? Ji Baozhu provoked me not just once or twice, but every time he came and destroyed my things for no reason."
Chen Xiulin comforted: "Qianyan, Baozhu is still young and not sensible. You should be more tolerant and tolerant. She may not understand what happened before."
"Is it you who bought me a house?"
Ji Baozhu answered: "Don't think about it, my parents won't give you my things."
This chapter has been completed!