Chapter 22

"Why are you sitting here?"

Yan Cheng looked down at Qiao Anbai who was pulling himself together, and asked.

Qiao Anbai curled up in the corner, saw Yan Cheng came back, turned his head to look at Yan Cheng, his eyes were full of grievances, those almond eyes were full of color, as if tears would fall in a blink.

Yan Cheng looked at Qiao Anbai about to cry, his expression darkened, he knelt down, stretched out one hand to hold Qiao Anbai's face, rubbed the corners of Qiao Anbai's eyes with his fingertips, and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Anbai lowered her long eyelashes and said nothing.

"Someone bullied you, huh?"

Hearing Yan Cheng's voice, Qiao Anbai sobbed suddenly, and put his head on Yan Cheng's arm, as if he wanted to hide his face about to cry, but it was more like rubbing his face against Yan Cheng's palm,Seek comfort.

Qiao Anbai heard a sigh falling in his ear, and then felt a pulling force. Without any defense, Qiao Anbai fell forward in an instant, was hugged in Yan Cheng's arms, and hugged him.

Yan Cheng put Qiao Anbai on the sofa. When Qiao Anbai realized it, he tightly pulled the skirt of Yan Cheng's chest, trying to maintain the original posture.

Yan Cheng felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and gently rubbed the back of Qiao Anbai's neck, as if to comfort him.

"I'm not kidding you."

Yan Cheng coaxed softly.

"Is it because I'm back?"

Qiao Anbai gave a vague answer.

Yan Cheng seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Good boy."

Under Yan Cheng's comfort, Qiao Anbai quickly calmed down, raised her head a little embarrassedly, left Yan Cheng's embrace, and moved to the side of the sofa, but her arms were still lightly touching each other.

The long eyelashes have been completely wet, and there are still a little teardrops, which are slightly covered and cast a shadow on the lower eyelid.

Yan Cheng suddenly stood up and walked out of the room. Qiao Anbai was startled, and quickly jumped up to follow, but bumped his head against Yan Cheng's back.

Yan Cheng looked back at Qiao Anbai and stretched out his hand. Qiao Anbai raised his hand and grabbed his wrist tightly, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

Yan Cheng continued to move forward, and Qiao Anbai followed along.

After leaving the door of the room, walked through the corridor, and came to the stairs, Yan Cheng continued to walk down without changing his pace, one step, two steps...

Qiao Anbai still obediently followed.

Until he went downstairs to the living room on the first floor, Qiao Anbai, who followed each other, did not stop at all.

Yan Cheng walked straight through the living room and came to the door of the kitchen, but Qiao Anbai's steps only became cautious.

It seems to be guarding against the prickly fur all over its body, but it acts as spikes to threaten unknown small animals.

Yan Cheng and Qiao Anbai stopped at the door of the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of milk that did not match the style of the entire refrigerator.

Qiao Anbai stared blankly at the wine in the refrigerator, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Cheng took the milk and put it on Qiao Anbai's face, the moment of coolness made Qiao Anbai's attention turn back.

Qiao Anbai was stunned, the skin on his cheeks was almost the same color as milk, with water droplets just stained from the milk bottle.

Yan Cheng saw that Qiao Anbai's gaze fell back on him, and put the milk in his hand into the microwave to heat it up.

With the sound of the microwave oven, Qiao Anbai had a bottle of warm milk in his hand.

Qiao Anbai held the milk in both hands before he could react, but Yan Cheng took it away in the next second. When Qiao Anbai stretched out his hand, his palm was already slightly red from the heat.

Yan Cheng frowned, feeling unhappy for a moment, and walked towards the living room. Qiao Anbai was pulled staggeringly, and hurriedly followed.

Yan Cheng took Qiao Anbai to sit on the sofa in the living room, and passed the milk that was almost cold again.

Qiao Anbai sat down next to Yan Cheng, inserted a straw to sip milk, and fell asleep on Yan Cheng's body before he knew it.

Yan Cheng lowered his head and stared at Qiao Anbai for a long while, then took away the milk that Qiao Anbai had only drank one-fifth of it from his hand, carefully laid it flat, and pillowed it on his leg just like that night.

Yan Cheng brushed Qiao Anbai's eyelashes and the water droplets on his cheeks with his fingers, and rubbed them slightly. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Lin Luo, explaining in detail what happened to Qiao Anbai just now, and then asked the reason.

"Based on what you said, I suspect that Young Master Qiao may have been stimulated by something. After being stimulated, autistic patients may become irritable, violent, scream, and even violent."

"Because when individuals with autism experience stimulus overload, and sensory processing conditioning blocks the filtering of excess input, the only way to escape this overload may be to shut down the sensory processing system entirely or to collapse.①"

"Maybe he's so obedient, even when he collapsed, he didn't make a sound."

"You need to find out what happened before you got back."

Yan Cheng's eyes darkened, and he sent a message to the housekeeper to check, and also sent all the monitoring on the second floor to the computer in the study.

As he said that, Lin Luo proposed to come to Yan's house to have a look. It would be best if he could find out the source of the stimulus, and stay away if he couldn't solve it.

Yan Cheng refused, and asked Lin Luo if he would not make Qiao Anbai more irritated?

"It's generally what the stimulus will be."

Yan Cheng asked, planning to investigate one by one.

"It's not certain, any person, thing, or thing is possible, but these things often have a connection."

"Maybe...you can start with the Qiao family."

"OK."

After speaking, there was no movement there. Lin Luozheng thought that the consultation was over, and put the phone back into his white coat, when it suddenly vibrated again.

Lin Luo took out his mobile phone to check again.

It was still sent by Yan Cheng, but it has nothing to do with the previous information.

"Is it true that small animals that don't have loved ones will only take the initiative to get into their arms after being wronged?"

As soon as Lin Luo saw the question Yan Cheng sent over suddenly, he sensed something sensitively, and immediately called.

"are you……"

"Somewhat."

Yan Cheng said it very frankly.

Then, the housekeeper called and told Yan Cheng about the results of the investigation.

Qiao Anbai never went downstairs.

"As for the surveillance video, it has already been sent to your computer."

When Qiao Anbai heard the word "monitoring", he subconsciously opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the ceiling and Yan Cheng's Adam's apple.

Qiao Anbai pulled Yan Cheng's hand holding the phone, trying to get closer to the phone, and then satisfactorily confirmed the word "surveillance" mentioned earlier.

He tugged at Yan Cheng's clothes, trying to remind Yan Cheng of what he said "forget it".

Yan Cheng lowered his head, and immediately met Qiao Anbai's weak and slightly accusing eyes.

"Pamper."

After finishing speaking, he told the butler to send the results to the computer and hung up the phone.

Qiao Anbai still looked at him without blinking.

Yan Cheng stretched out his hand to cover Qiao Anbai's eyes. Qiao Anbai was covered and fell into the sudden darkness. Feeling the warmth of the palms on his eyes, he blinked uncomfortably.

The eyelashes brushed against the palm, causing a slight itching.

"do not move."

As soon as these words fell, Qiao Anbai really didn't move, and after ten seconds, Yan Cheng felt Qiao Anbai blink again quickly.

Yan Cheng moved his hand away and met Qiao Anbai's eyes.

"can not fall asleep?"

Qiao Anbai nodded hesitantly.

Then he climbed up carefully and wanted to go upstairs.

Qiao Anbai turned his head three times a step, and returned to the room under Yan Cheng's gaze.

Qiao Anbai went up to the second floor, fled quickly, but didn't dare to make too much noise, closed the door, ran to the bed in a hurry, and found that his tablet was stuck in the middle of the quilt, and the pillow only covered half of it, Yan ChengruoTake two steps here and see everything at a glance.

Qiao Anbai quickly hid the tablet tightly, patted his cheek, felt that his head was still a little hot and dizzy, so he went to take a shower.

But as soon as Qiao Anbai entered, he felt even more dizzy. Qiao Anbai tripped while putting on his pants, and many things fell to the ground.

When Qiao Anbai walked out holding his head, he saw Yan Cheng standing at the door.

Yan Cheng could tell at a glance that the blush on Qiao Anbai's face was abnormal.

Just when Qiao Anbai was wondering, Yan Cheng pulled Qiao Anbai to the sofa, and immediately dialed Dr. Lin's phone number.

Qiao Anbai listened to Yan Cheng and Dr. Lin's phone call, only to belatedly realize that he seemed to be sick again.

For the first time, Qiao Anbai missed the body that he could make with all his strength, but unfortunately that body has been made by himself.

Yan Cheng took the wet wipes to help Qiao Anbai cool down physically. Maybe people who are sick will think about other things. When Qiao Anbai heard the sound of Dr. Lin's car driving into Yan's house, Qiao Anbai suddenly thought of the last time.matter.

Yan Cheng was the first to discover it at that time.

This body is too troublesome to others, Qiao Anbai thought to himself.

The drowsy head made it difficult for Qiao Anbai to recall.

Suddenly, Qiao Anbai felt a sense of weightlessness, and Yan Cheng hugged Qiao Anbai.

"Go downstairs."

Qiao Anbai nodded unconsciously.

It was getting dark, and when Qiao Anbai went downstairs, the living room hadn't had time to turn on the lights.

At that moment, Qiao Anbai couldn't tell whether this was the scene he recalled last time or what happened now.

Qiao Anbai suddenly thought of that deep look in his eyes, and struggled to raise his head to look at Yan Cheng.

This time, Qiao Anbai didn't see anything, but the gaze in his memory became clearer and clearer. Qiao Anbai wanted to reach out to block the gaze, but Yan Cheng grabbed it.

Yan Cheng didn't say anything, Qiao Anbai suddenly became quiet.

The gaze was gone.

Qiao Anbai let Dr. Lin torment him in a daze.

Lin Luo looked at Qiao Anbai's condition, and felt that the other party was really getting better every day at a very fast speed.

He was obviously scared last time, but this time it was only a slight resistance, as soon as Yan Cheng spoke, he would subconsciously cooperate even if he was not very willing.

As Lin Luo spoke, he changed the subject.

"Actually, your condition has been very stable recently."

Yan Cheng was silent for a while to answer.

"yes."

Lin Luo was a little surprised when he heard Yan Cheng's answer.

Since he became Yan Cheng's exclusive doctor, the most distressing thing was that although Yan Cheng did not pretend to be in front of him, he was extremely uncooperative in the face of therapeutic inquiries, even if it was just a trial about his illness.

Although Yan Cheng's control is very good now, it is never as good as sparse, otherwise it will face a burst of embankment one day, like a ticking time bomb.

"Are you still feeling bipolar most often?"

"No." Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Anbai who was already asleep.

Lin Luo patted Yan Cheng's shoulder, and couldn't help feeling that raising a "pet" really had an effect.

Yan Cheng didn't speak, just watched Lin Luo divide the medicine and write down the precautions.

"He was sick from fright, maybe it has something to do with what happened this morning."

"Be careful to keep warm at night, maybe the fever will subside tomorrow."

"As for the rest, it's up to you."

Yan Cheng responded in a low voice.

But after Lin Luo left, Yan Cheng didn't immediately carry Qiao Anbai back to the room.

After a long time, a sigh came.

"It will scare him."

"He's so timid."

"He must have run away in fright."

Sighing into the night, Qiao Anbai didn't realize that the abyss in the dream had been filled.