Autobiography of a paranoid patient

Chapter 22

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Feng Yue turned his back to me, I don't know what he said to that person.

That middle-aged man looked older than Feng Yue, his face was haggard and vicissitudes, and his clothes were not very neat, probably because he didn't care about taking care of them.

The middle-aged man was agitated, and his arms were constantly gesticulating in the air. Many times, he seemed to want to grab Feng Yue's collar to make a splash, but finally let it go as if he didn't dare.

Feng Yue stood still, and after waiting for a while, he turned his head and glanced at me.

I saw Feng Yue frowned, his expression was serious and indifferent, and his lips moved a few times.

The middle-aged man's complexion became very bad, he turned around and left.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but when the man left, he followed Feng Yue's gaze, maybe he also saw me.

Feng Yue stayed where he was and moved his finger towards me, and I trotted over.

I didn't ask who that person was, Feng Yue opened the car door for me, and I bent down and sat in.

Speechless all the way.

After the middle-aged man came, Feng Yue's mood became not very good. His hands holding the steering wheel were tense. While waiting for a red light, I hesitantly covered his hands.

Feng Yue paused and looked at me.

I didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Numbers start to appear on the red light.

ten.

Nine.

Eight.

seven.

six.

I lowered my eyelashes and lifted my index finger up.

five.

Four.

Feng Yue turned over his palm and grabbed me.

three.

two.

One.

A horn blared behind him.

Feng Yue and I let go at the same time.

The car skids into traffic.

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I slept soundly that night.

It's weird that we didn't have sex tonight and I got a rare good night's sleep.

We had a long kiss before going to bed, in Feng Yue's room.

I boiled two glasses of milk and I know he can't sleep most of the time either.

I knocked on the door and entered his room. Feng Yue had no work, and was sitting at the desk reading a book.

It seems to have something to do with architectural design. When I walked over and put the milk in his hand, I saw some architectural drafts in the book.

I was about to leave, Feng Yue stopped me and asked, "Which of these do you think looks the best?"

I said I didn't understand, but walked obediently.

"Just tell me which one you like more." Feng Yue opened his hand towards me, and I walked between his arms, and he hugged my waist.

"I think..." I lowered my body, pressed my fingers lightly on a corner of the book, and looked at the pictures seriously.

They are just some line drafts, but the structure of the building is clear.

"That's it."

I picked the one on the far left.

Feng Yue glanced in the direction of my finger, and hummed casually.

I don't know if Feng Yue remembered my choice, maybe it's not important at all.

Because his hand on my waist has gotten into the material of the cloth at some point.

I smiled and said it was a little itchy, he said I know, I did it on purpose.

Correct.

Feng Yue always has a lot of malicious ideas on the bed.

We made kissing almost as intense as rolling across the sheets.

I was pressed on the desk by him, besides his breath, there was also a faint woody fragrance lingering in my nose.

My pajamas were all loose, there were large and small palm prints on my waist, and the collarbone was red like an allergy.

Feng Yue let me lie down for a while, then sat down on the chair, and looked at those pictures again.

Finally, I rested and sat up, with my feet hanging down, and my toes just touched the cold ground blown by the air conditioner.

Only then did I hear Feng Yue say.

"The one you picked is my work."

is it?

I was surprised for a moment, happy because I could choose him, and said with a smile: "You are so talented."

As if amused by my reaction, he squeezed my wrist, his thumb resting on the wound for a few more seconds.

"Remember to change the dressing here, take good care of it, and there will be no more scars."

My face froze and I said yes.

When the air was quiet, Feng Yue's cell phone rang suddenly.

I swear I didn't mean to, we were very close when he answered the phone, that's why I saw it.

The caller was Yunan.

Feng Yue asked him what's the matter, Yu Nan's voice over there was very anxious, and he yelled loudly, I basically heard it all.

"Is that person looking for you again?"

Feng Yue didn't answer right away, he spread his five fingers and squeezed in between my fingers.

Ten fingers intertwined.

"Ah."

"Is it true? How dare he come?" Yu Nan asked.

I thought this problem should be very serious. I was about to leave when Feng Yue pulled me and stopped.

"He didn't dare, maybe he just met him by chance, so it's fine." Feng Yue said.

He didn't seem to want to talk about it, but Yu Nan was still very worried. He kept talking over there, and I could only hear a few words clearly, such as "just came out and came again", "I haven't stayed in it enough Is it?" or something.

I thought of that strange man Feng Yue met.

So this person may have just been released from prison.

I was also a little nervous for a while, thinking about it distractedly, until Feng Yue's fingers lightly exerted force.

I hurt briefly.

"Don't worry about me. You should be more worried about yourself. Recently, I've found a few bodyguards to follow, and my assistant will take care of it."

I didn't hear what Yu Nan said this time, Feng Yue hummed a few more times, then hung up the phone.

His fingers were lingeringly withdrawn, and slid down my calf, rubbing my pink toes.

"It's so cold."

Feng Yue frowned and said to me, "Go back to sleep."

I was taken aback, said good, jumped down, made a thumping sound with my bare feet, and ran away in small steps.