cuddling in his arms

Chapter 285 She Was Schizophrenic

Qin Nanfeng carried Yin Chuxue and took her to the hospital. He knew that as long as An Ziqing was by Mo Xiaoli's side, she would be fine, but Xiaoxue left her alone, so he mercifully sent her to the hospital Unexpectedly, she cried and made a fuss in the hospital. She wanted to find Xiaoyu for a while, but she wanted to burn Xiaoyu to death again, so frightened that the doctors didn't dare to treat her.

Qin Nanfeng could only put her in his home to bandage her wound, and then coax her to sleep.

When An Ziqing came to find Qin Nanfeng, Yin Chuxue had just fallen asleep. Qin Nanfeng was so tired that he took half a cup of ice water and then mixed it with half a cup of hot water. He never drank this kind of lukewarm water. The water, just like his character, is always lukewarm and lukewarm. Many people don't like to drink this kind of water, it doesn't quench their thirst, just like many people don't like him, not passionate, not romantic.

In the past 20 years of searching for Xiaoyu, it's not that he never thought of giving up, and he also met a few girls, but others always thought he had no passion and was slow to do things. One girl even told him with tears in her eyes: "You always It’s like this, it’s okay to say anything, do you have any ideas of your own? When I eat, I can eat whatever I say, so do you like it? Or do you not care about me at all? "

Yeah, why is he always like this?
I don't care about it, so I let it go, and they can do whatever they say.

A glass of water bottomed out without knowing it.

The doorbell rang, Qin Nanfeng went to open the door, and seeing An Ziqing standing at the door, he asked, "Can I go in?"

"Yes." Qin Nanfeng nodded and let An Ziqing into the room.

This is a single apartment with only one room, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Standing in the middle of the living room, before Qin Nanfeng gave up his seat, An Ziqing said straight to the point: "I want to see Ah Li's mother." He stared into his eyes, "My biological mother."

"Okay." Qin Nanfeng answered without hesitation. He knew that some things should be faced and always faced.

"Brother Nanfeng." A voice sounded from the room.

Curious, An Ziqing paused a little while walking out, and turned her head to see Yin Chuxue standing at the door of the bedroom with a pale complexion.

He leaned against the door frame, looked at Qin Nanfeng with interest, and said, "Hide her with you, and I won't be afraid that she will burn you to death in the middle of the night."

Qin Nanfeng felt that An Ziqing's words were a bit harsh, so he frowned and said, "She's schizophrenic."

An Ziqing was a little surprised that he hadn't noticed it for so long.

"She has suffered a lot since she was a child. She has been like this since she was five or six years old. When everyone found out, she burned down her own house. At that time, everyone in the village was afraid of this. A little girl who is only six or seven years old, you say it is ridiculous, even adults are afraid of her, just because she is sick." Qin Nanfeng continued: "It's better in the middle."

He looked up at An Ziqing, as if he was listening to a story, lazy, unrelated, leaning against the door frame indifferently.

"Since I met you, it has become serious again." Finally, Qin Nanfeng said.

An Ziqing lowered his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, shook it in front of Qin Nanfeng and asked, "Would you like one?"

Qin Nanfeng shook his head, An Ziqing lit a cigarette on his own, took a deep puff, then took out a business card from the business card holder in his pocket and said, "Psychiatrist, I think she needs it."

(End of this chapter)