Between being blamed by Chi Chuchu and being distressed by Chi Chuchu, Lin Zimo chose the latter without hesitation.

The sharp-edged pen made a circle in the air, and the boy stabbed it into his arm with his backhand.

Puff a note.

It was the sound of flesh being pierced.

Seeing that Miss Chi was rubbing Xingmu's hand for a while, it looked like she was about to open her eyes, and the stylist's heart almost reached her throat.

Lin Zimo seemed to be unconscious, the tip of the pen pounded in the flesh again, biting his lips and gasping for breath, the messy hair on the boy's forehead was also slightly stained with sweat.

After finally getting out of sleep and waking up, Chi Chuchu finally saw the scene in front of him.

She hesitated, "Zimo...?"

The stylist sighed slightly in relief.

Blood dripped on the snow-white tiles, and the clean and tidy white shirt on the boy's body was dyed red.

Under the indescribable gazes of the other two, Lin Zimo turned his head a little bit to look at the girl, his morbidly pale face slowly showing a dazed look.

"Sister," he said aggrievedly, "I hurt so much."

Ling Yiyan: "..."

Miss Stylist: "..."

Didn't you see it? The wicked sued first, but haven't seen it? That can be a blow.

"hiss"

After seeing everything, Chi Chuchu took a deep breath, "You two, what's going on?"

Seeing the tragic situation not far away, the girl hurriedly sat up, walked hurriedly to the sofa, held up the other's bloody arm, and said distressedly, "Zimo, how could you be hurt like this??"

Ling Yiyan twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

Now it is obvious that the other party's wound is heavier.

If you speak rashly, it may not be worth the loss.

In Chi Chuchu's careful questioning, the young man pursed his lips in silence, lowered his head with a sickly expression, and said, "Don't blame others, it's all my fault."

"..." Ling Yiyan cursed inwardly.

It really deserves to be raised by politicians, this guy can really pretend.

In Chi Chuchu's somewhat suspicious and accusing eyes, the young man stood up slowly with his hands on his face without changing his face, pointed at the visible scar on the corner of his mouth, and said, "He beat him."

Ling Yiyan added slowly: "Two punches."

Chi Chuchu: "..."

The words he was about to say were swallowed back into his mouth.

"Sister," the boy's eyelashes trembled suddenly, "I didn't mean to."

"He laughed at me."

"Not only that? He also provokes me."

"I was sick and he threatened me with this."

What does Lin Zimo look like when he speaks? He is lethargic, even his lips seem to lose blood, and even his eyelids are trembling when he is breathing slightly.

"Sister, I really hurt."

He blinked and repeated it.

The boy's beautiful eyes were still wet, looking at himself with pitiful and helpless eyes, like a homeless puppy, Chi Chuchu's heart melted.

Although she knew it in her heart.

For such a white and black-sick younger brother like Lin Zimo, the facts are very different from what he said.

From the complex expressions on Ling Yiyan's and the stylist's faces, it can be seen that Chi Chuchu would have believed that he was in such a tragic state of being in a tragic state.

But? Well...you know, you know.

When looking at him with such aggrieved eyes, who can refuse the weak and innocent little brother?

Chi Chuchu sighed and said to him softly, "Zimo, why don't you go back to my room first."

The young man hesitated and said, "Sister, is it alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

The girl nodded and said, "Anyway, my makeup is almost finished. It's still too early for the birthday party tonight. Now go to my room to get the medicine box and wrap it up, and then change your blood-stained clothes. Right."

"Okay, listen to my sister."

After Lin Zimo responded obediently and obediently, suddenly the cat bent down and pecked her lips with crooked eyebrows.

Miss Stylist: "...Fuck!!"

Ling Yiyan, whose face changed suddenly, had no time to stop it: "??!"

Looking at Chi Chuchu's stunned expression, Lin Zimo smiled shyly and docilely.

He smiled and said: "I feel like my sister, the wound will suddenly stop hurting."

my day.

What kind of tea-like talk is this? !

"……Ok."

Although, Chi Chuchu finally compromised, "You go back to my room first, I'll come right away."

Who would have guessed that Lin Zimo's face suddenly darkened after hearing this, "Sister wants to stay here??"

He couldn't see his sight? Trace glanced at Ling Yiyan, his eyes gradually became colder, and he couldn't help but increase the strength of his arm.

next second.

Thick blood gurgled from the wound.

"Sister..." He pursed his lips, and his tone was a little bit aggrieved, "Can you come with me?"

The young man has already subconsciously frowned because of the pain, but his eyes looking up at Chi Chuchu are still full of anticipation.

"I don't want to be alone."

He emphasized pitifully.

Chi Chuchu: "...grass."

really.

It's not without reason that men love green tea.

At this moment, the curvature of Ling Yiyan's lips has completely become a straight line. The stylist who was restless still held an eyelash brush in his hand, looking at Chi Chuchu's expression with mixed feelings.

Could this be the world of Aquaman?

She couldn't help but think: This is too difficult, isn't it? !

Seeing that his girlfriend was about to leave after being moved by this guy in a few words, Ling Yiyan couldn't hold back. After the killing intent flashed in his eyes, he grabbed the girl's wrist and said coldly, "He hurts. ,what about me?"

Miss Stylist: "..."

This appearance? Qing Jun's noble son was facing her just now, but he had a completely cold attitude!

This is reversed before and after, you are a bit too double standard? ?

Even though there is a slight bitterness in her heart, the stylist's attitude towards seeing the Shura Field with her own eyes is still very excited and looking forward to it.

I don't know, how will Chi Chuchu solve it?

She thought expectantly.

"……Hey."

The girl? Let out a barely audible sigh.

Chi Chuchu shook his head, and glanced at the two helplessly, "You guys will really find something for me to do."

Ling Yiyan frowned coldly, and just wanted to explain that it wasn't him who moved his hand, but when Lin Zimo's madman turned black and white, Chi Chuchu suddenly came up to him and pulled his tie to signal him to bow his head.

Ling Yiyan: "...?"

Although he had doubts, he still followed Chi Chuchu's idea.

After slightly standing on tiptoe, the girl placed a kiss on the wound at the corner of his mouth, and then patted him on the shoulder with a soothing smile on her face.

"So? Even if it's even, there is no more trouble."

Ling Yiyan: "..."

Lin Zimo: "..."

Miss Stylist: "!!!"

She screamed wildly in her heart - how the hell is this even possible? !

"Let's just do it for now?" Chi Chuchu made a truce gesture and continued: "I'll take Zimo back to bandage now. If Yiyan is all right, please help me to see if there is any problem with the arrangement of the banquet, okay? "

"……Can."

The young man answered with a hoarse voice.

"Okay."

Lin Zimo came back to his senses, the corners of his lips curved.

Seeing that Chi Chuchu took the boy's hand and was about to walk out the door, the stylist's body couldn't help trembling after receiving the hint from Ling Yiyan's cold eyes.

"Wait a minute, Miss Chi!" she shouted nervously, "That, your makeup..."

"Oh, this." Chi Chuchu was taken aback, "You stay here first? Why don't you wait for me? I'll come back to you when I'm done."

The stylist twitched the corners of her mouth. Although the answer wasn't what she expected, she finally didn't have to face the crisis of resignation.

Lucky, really lucky.

After Chi Chuchu left with Lin Zimo, the stylist hurriedly left the room, leaving a quiet space for Ling Yiyan inside.

Just kidding, the low pressure in the house can kill people.

Although both of Chi Chuchu kissed, they still called it "evening".

But even an outsider like her can see that one was taken by her to her own room, and the other was left in the dressing room to "stand alone". The difference between these two completely different? Can they be the same? ? !

No wonder Lin Zimo was so ruthless that he stabbed himself? It turned out to be a purpose.

Miss stylist thought with concern.

To occupy a place in the sea king's fish pond is really more difficult than being a sea king!

And on the other side.

Chi Chuchu had taken Lin Zimo to her room.

After telling him to sit down obediently and not move, the girl turned around and entered the side room to look for the medicine box.

Lin Zimo's eyes wandered freely in her room, and everything he saw was put into his heart by him.

These are the things liked at first.

He had to… keep it firmly in his heart.

The young man looked at the wound on his arm thoughtfully, with a smile on his face.

I felt bad for him at first.

very nice.

When Chi Chuchu finally found the medicine box, and when he walked to him and sat down to bandage him, Lin Zimo seemed to have found the real feeling, and the whole person became lazily and warmly swallowed.

Cha Cha couldn't help but slander in his heart.

Mingming is injured, but seems to be in a good mood?

The girl thought about the text message she just received.

It was a message from Ling Yiyan.

Concise, yet clear at a glance.

"The wound on his arm, he made it himself."

She acted as if she didn't see anything?

Chi Chuchu lowered his head? He took a cotton swab and dipped it in alcohol, and while slowing down his movements, he gently disinfected him, and at the same time asked him, "Tell me, what's going on."

"What's going on?" The young man looked innocent, "Sister, I don't understand."

"Your illness." Chi Chuchu said succinctly, "what is it?"

Lin Zimo was silent for a moment.

He hesitated: "chuchu, do you have to ask?"

"You can choose not to say it." Chi Chuchu lowered his eyes and continued to bandage him after disinfecting him, "I'm not yours anyway, my girlfriend? It's just a friend, I can find it again after the split, where? What? ?Amount to speak of?"

"...Sister!" Lin Zimo became anxious, "Don't talk nonsense, we can't break up!"

"Oh." Chi Chuchu nodded lightly, "Then what's your illness?"

After being silent for a long time, Lin Zimo finally gave a vague answer: "I have a problem with my heart."

"How come?" Chi Chuchu was a little surprised this time, "Never heard of it before? Ah."

"The elder sister knows now." The young man glanced at her and smiled inexplicably, "The heart is very fragile. As long as I suffer a major blow, I might just die."

While talking, he rolled his eyes: "At that time, my property will belong to my sister alone."

"..."

Chi Chuchu gave him his head? The last one shuddered, and he said angrily: "What, Jing nonsense!"

"Well, I won't say it."

The boy nodded obediently, closed his eyes and let her bandage himself, even if Chi Chuchu hurt him with some unfamiliar techniques, he still had that smiling calm expression, and did not show it. Half a point? Abnormal.

After the bloody wound was finally bandaged, Chi Chuchu finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of success on his face.

"son……"

She was about to wake up the other party, but her words stopped halfway through.

Fell asleep?

Cha Cha has some doubts in her heart.

She thought for a while, and her eyes stayed on the other side's quiet closed eyes for a moment.

No matter what, it's still hurt.

Just let him stay here? Rest for a while?

Thinking like this, Chi Chuchu walked out of the door lightly.

Before leaving, she also thoughtfully changed the indoor air conditioner to sleep mode to prevent her boyfriend who fell asleep on the sofa from being caught cold by the low temperature.

She also left the medicine chest on the indoor coffee table.

If Lin Zimo still needs it, he can handle it himself when he wakes up.

After all, it was her own birthday party. Even if Father Chi had asked Ling Yiyan to take care of it, Chacha couldn't give him full authority to help.

In case of another boyfriend who comes, wouldn't the two fish match up and she would suffer herself? She doesn't even know which one to help when they fight!

After sighing helplessly, Chi Chuchu walked downstairs with heavy steps.

As for the dark interior.

After slowly opening his eyes, the young man's eyes were clear.

Lin Zimo didn't sleep at all.

He glanced at the crooked bandage on his left arm, and the corners of his lips curled into a childish, innocent smile.

His sister really doted on him.

Although not with me? Beside me.

But...he was still very happy.

As for what Ling Yiyan said, his illness.

Some kind of mental illness caused by emotional disorders is nothing but a big deal.

There is only one reason why Lin Wenxuan was so furious.

He is a politician, and he is his son, his bargaining chip, his handy tool.

If his emotional disorder is exposed, he will become the only stain on Lin Wenxuan's white and flawless personality.

His perfectionistic bastard father would never allow this to happen.

Even his experience of appearing on variety shows was slapped and beaten, and he was ordered to quit and go home quickly. Small things like this make him feel ashamed of himself, not to mention his attitude towards other things.

Lin Zimo was very clear about this.

Oneself? Can't be a useless person.

In that case...he would lose his sister.

So he took a lot of medicine, got a lot of needles, like a ridiculously sick seedling? He went to the doctor, and after listening to a bunch of clichéd bullshit, he returned to the studio indifferently and silently faced the paint all over the floor.

Such a life is boring and boring.

Either way, his life was a mess.

Besides Chi Chuchu, there is only Chi Chuchu.

That was the only bright color in his dull and boring daily life.

As for emotional disorders.

If you insist on saying it, can't it also be related to the heart?

Lin Zi meditated, he didn't lie to his sister.

The heart is stubborn, and there is no cure for it.

Really... she is his medicine.

The author has something to say: She is his medicine.

The correct way to open the Sick Department.

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