"Old... Taoist priest... Linlang..." Hao Bufan looked at Bai Linlang who was already snoring on the table, and was very helpless.

He also realized that Bai Linlang was snoring while sleeping, and the sound of the whistle was very loud, even overshadowing the scriptures in the sound next to him.

"Donor Hao doesn't have to apologize to me for your fiancée."

"You are you, she is her, I can tell you clearly." Ling Yan said lightly.

After saying that, he walked up to Bai Linlang and put away all the scriptures given to her as samples.

"Tao Master..."

"I..."

Ling Yan smiled slightly: "It is not a big problem to be unable to copy scriptures. Everyone has their habits. This is not a shortcoming. If you really like him, you should accept everything about her."

“Whether it’s good or bad.”

"Of course, the law is always a red line."

After saying that, Ling Yan stopped looking at him and went out with the broom next to him.

When he left, the already empty hall seemed quieter.

Hao Bufan thought about it and moved to Bai Linlang. He gently held her head, let her snuggle in his arms, and then quietly smoothed her hair with his sleeves.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was treating some treasure.

But Hao Bufan knew that this was not the case. He just... he didn't want his girlfriend to have any more accidents, otherwise he would have to bother the teacher every time, and he really felt sorry for him.

——

Bai Linlang didn't know that he was snoring like thunder.

She is really sleepy.

Then I was particularly dizzy.

It was like someone was stirring up the mud in her mind.

She wasn't a person who liked to think, so she simply stopped thinking.

Then she began to dream, as if she had dreamed of Mr. Rabbit.

The reason why it seems is that the rabbit Mr. Rabbit in his dream had only a vague band. Except for a pair of rabbit ears, the rest were all vague, like he was painted with a mosaic.

Moreover, his voice was different from what he had heard before. It was a very hoarse voice, as if he was being choked.

"You...you...you..."

"Li…Li…"

"Dao...Dao...Dao!"

I don’t know if the carrot wasn’t full, but he still stuttered. Bai Linlang didn’t have much patience to listen for a while, but he didn’t understand why, so he simply stopped listening.

"If you can't speak, don't say it. I know. I know. I promise to follow Hao Bufan in a row."

"Don't urge me to have a baby, I have to be pregnant for ten months. Even if you urge me to die now, I can't get pregnant with a baby."

She muttered a few words to the mosaic rabbit impatiently, then waved her hand.

She actually made this move unconsciously in her dream, but it was indeed effective. With her wave, the rabbit mosaic disappeared directly.

So, after sleeping like this, she slept until evening.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside, and her head seemed to hurt no longer, and she became much lighter.

"I'm really too tired." Bai Linlang sighed.

On the side, seeing that she was awake, Ling Yan also stopped chanting the scriptures: "Thank you for your hard work, donor Bai."

Hao Bufan:...

It's over, teacher, are you so angry that you start talking nonsense?

...

At the same time, the Bai family.

After seeing that his son's limbs were locked and he could not break free, Bai Yueming sighed and left the room.

He didn't expect that he would be discharged from the hospital early, nor did he expect that his once excellent son would become like this now.

"Mr. Bai, if there is no problem, please sign the letter. Young Master Bai will start custody from today."

"This is our list of medications for him, and if you have any questions you can say now."

"In theory, we won't use tranquilizers casually, but you also see that he is in this situation now, so he is too uneasy."

Yes, Bai Yueming took his son out of the police station and sent him to a mental hospital.

Because he had a serious violent tendency and wanted to kill someone, after being admitted to the hospital, he was arranged to a closed ward with 24-hour surveillance, and his family could only visit him once a week.

Bai Yueming nodded and signed the notice with his hands trembling.

Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, he couldn't help it: "Doctor, is there no other way? Doctor has to lock him up? I'll ask him the best psychologist, okay?"

The doctor turned around and carefully analyzed the data on the examination form for him.

"If it is not necessary, we will not force containment."

"But... he was obviously not like this before, and that was his own sister. How could he want her to die?"

"I think most of the things people say when they are angry are big talk, and he doesn't have the courage to do so." Bai Yueming defended.

Just like him, he hated that little bitch the most, and he never thought of actually asking someone to kill her.

At least he wouldn't do it himself, so he felt that his son might just be talking big.

"Then do you want him to go to jail now?" The doctor looked at him calmly: "What you mean is that your son is now completely independent. He has no mental illness and can be responsible for his behavior, right?"

Bai Yueming: "I..."

"Mr. Bai, you can't have to have to both want and want."

The doctor's tone became more and more indifferent: "I actually hope he is not sick than you, and let him take responsibility for what he does, but my expertise and my morality do not allow me to lie."

"Then... forget it."

It would be embarrassing to have a disabled son. If there was another son in jail, he would be pissed to death.

Bai Yueming left in shame, not knowing that his son would wake up after he left.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment and the fixed chains of wrists and ankles, Bai Linyu subconsciously wanted to lose her temper.

But at this moment, the last light of the sunset floated in from the window and hit his forehead.

In an instant, he felt extremely warm.

That kind of warmth is not heat, but seems to have become lighter from head to toe.

Then he fell asleep in this light, and then... his mind played like a lantern in his mind.

He looked at himself, looked at himself, and shouted at someone like a lunatic that he was going to kill Ling Bingbing.

I am so familiar in the dream, but so strange.

No, this is not him!

How could he do such a stupid thing?

He tried hard to recall where the problem was, but he couldn't remember it, as if he had lost the ability to think.

To be precise, his thinking has become slow, as if he has grown aged several decades a day, and he has to react for a long time to think about anything.

It was precisely because of this that he restrained his urge to curse and smash things and calmed down completely.

He was cursed!

He thought so.
Chapter completed!