An hour later, Nan Chen finally arrived home.

She took a comfortable bath and lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep.

That stupid guy wouldn't have been sitting there forever.

No, no...

What if he falls asleep and freezes to death?

She stood up and sat up. She didn't want the headline tomorrow to be that the CEO of Haizhou was drunk and froze to death on the street.

On the bench on the street, Sikong Yan has turned into a snowman.

Why haven't you come back yet? He looked at the clock and saw that two hours had passed.

He stamped his feet, which were numb from the cold, and raised his hand to catch a falling snowflake.

Watching it melt in the palm of my hand. I turned my hand over again and looked at the two rows of tooth marks. The blood had dried.

After the drunkenness had dissipated, Sikong Yan realized that Nan Chen would not come back.

When the driver Fang Xiong came to pick him up, he saw Mr. Yan, who had always been dignified and decent, sitting alone on the street late at night with a lonely expression. He smelled heavily of alcohol, his face and hands were red from the cold, and he felt a little lost.

Fang Xiong hurriedly helped him into the car and turned on the heater to the maximum. He felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart. He would follow him no matter what he said next time. Even if he refused, he would follow him secretly.

The vehicle sped away, like a black phantom, cutting through the early morning snow curtain.

When he turned the corner, Fang Xiong almost brushed against a taxi parked on the side of the road due to his blocked vision.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and glared fiercely, even stopping on the side of the road without even flashing.

As a result, Sikongyan had a fever that night...

At dusk the next day, he woke up to the sound of his own coughing. The magnificent sunset fell into his eyes. The scene last night flashed through his mind. Sikong Yan felt in a daze that he had been tricked by her.

When he checked the balance of the card, he found that it was less than 270,000 yuan. Although this amount of money was nothing to him, Nanchen left him alone on the street, which made him very uncomfortable.

And among these unpleasant memories, the only good one was when he bit her lip.

Sikong Yan subconsciously touched his lips, the expression in his eyes was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

At that time, his heart was beating very fast, and an indescribable feeling spread throughout his body. Could this be his heartbeat?

However, he immediately denied such speculation. In his heart, there was clearly a person living...

^^

Wu Yi was in a good mood these past two days. He took a big order and made a lot of money.

He always combines work and rest, so he boarded the plane in the afternoon and went straight to the Jehol Valley.

Just because of that slogan that made his heart beat, he parachuted into the depths of life.

In the evening, he was sitting in the small courtyard, looking at the green mountains in the distance, sipping fragrant tea, and experiencing the comfort of returning to nature. At this moment, a figure on the top of the mountain caught his attention.

It was very empty all around, so that woman stood out.

She stood at the commanding heights, overlooking the valley below. The wind blew her long hair and clothes, making her feel like they were floating in the air.

Wu Yi admired it for a while and then went back to the house. But three hours later, when he looked again, the woman was still standing there, like a statue.

Five hours later, she was still there.

Until dawn the next day, she still stood there motionless.

Wu Yi realized something was wrong and quickly called the police, who then took the woman away in a police car.

The police questioned him, and he explained that he had only seen her by chance and did not know the woman. Then the police left his name and phone number and left.

Later, Wu Yi heard that the woman was a lunatic. When he saw her, she was in the stage of schizophrenia.

Nanchen received a call from Luchai Mental Hospital one day later.

"The patient's address book only contains your mobile phone number. Please come over and handle the admission procedures for her."

Nan Chen was a little confused, "Are you sure her name is Zhou Xuan? Is she from Qingcheng?"

The other party's attitude was cold, "Don't worry about this, our hospital will not make a mistake. She was discovered by a tourist, and she had been standing on the mountain all night when she was found."

Nan Chen still didn't want to believe it, so he checked the ID number with the hospital and found that it was indeed Zhou Xuan.

No wonder there is no news from her these days and she is going crazy!

This was like a bolt from the blue. Nanchen was in a daze all the way until the words "Luchai Mental Hospital" came into her eyes.

It was a pity that she could not see Zhou Xuan. She had been placed in the critical care area and was not allowed to visit until two months later.

Nanchen had seen videos about mental hospitals on the Internet, and their treatment methods were so cruel and horrifying.

A good person will go crazy because of how much he can't think about.

Sikong Yan. At this moment, she wanted to cut him into pieces.

After paying the hospitalization fee, Nanchen asked the hospital for the contact information of a kind person. The hospital couldn't tell her and asked her to go to the local police station to ask. She always wanted to thank someone, so she went to the police station again and finally got the person's mobile phone.

No. When she returned to Qingcheng, she immediately dialed the number. To her surprise, this person was also from Qingcheng.

"Mr. Wu, thank you very much for this matter. Without you, the consequences would be unimaginable."

The other party seemed to be very busy, so he just said "ah" in response.

"My name is Nan Chen. I am a friend of Zhou Xuan. What a coincidence that I am also from Qingcheng. Do you think I can treat you to a casual meal? I don't mean anything else. I just want to thank you in person."

As expected, the other party refused and quickly hung up the phone.

On the other side. Inside the Haizhou President’s Office.

Wu Yi crossed his legs and nestled in the custom-made leather sofa. He threw his mobile phone aside casually, looked at Sikong Yan behind the desk, and said with a teasing smile, "What's wrong with you? You were fooled by a little girl."

Round and round."

Sikongyan stared at the laptop screen with an expression on his face, ignoring his words.

Disappointed, Wu Yi had no choice but to change the subject, "Do you know what I saw when I went to Rehe this time?"

Sikong Yan said nothing, glanced across the screen at him, and continued reading the information.

"I saw a woman who was as nervous as a stone. She stood on the mountain all night, motionless. Later I called the police, and the woman seemed to have been sent to a mental hospital. She was just released and was given to me.

Call me and say thank you and treat me to dinner."

"Um."

Sikong Yan responded.

Wu Yi had long been accustomed to his indifference, and said to himself, "How can I have time to eat with her, not to mention she is a lunatic. Coincidentally, this woman is also from Qingcheng, what is her name... Nanchen, it seems

That’s the name.”

Sikong Yan's eyes narrowed, and he raised his eyelids, staring at Wu Yi.

"What's it called?"

"Nan Chen, yes, that's right."

Seeing his sudden change of expression, Wu Yi was confused and asked, "Do you know him?"

Sikong Yan said nothing, but the expression in his eyes was unpredictable. After a while, he said coldly, "I don't know you."

Wu Yi chatted for a while and then left. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Sikong Yan that people's hearts are unpredictable, especially women. He, an old friend, is shrewd in everything, but when it comes to emotions, he is a blank slate.

The office fell silent for a moment, and Sikong Yan stared at the computer screen in a daze for a while.

After that night, he never saw Nan Chen again.

Could it be just a coincidence? After all, there are many people with the same name.

But if it is really her, then everything seems to be easy to explain.

She didn't do it on purpose because she has a mental problem.

There is only one step between genius and madness.

Her paintings are so great, and her talent shines everywhere...

Sikong Yan suddenly closed his notebook and walked out.

This is the Shan Guild Hall.

Nan Chen was lying on the big round table, carefully drawing a drawing.

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes bit the end of her pencil, and sometimes smiled with shining eyes.

This is her first private order, designing next year's spring clothing for a brand.

The office was converted into a storage room, with materials piled up in the corners, and the heating was not good. Every hour she painted, she had to jump on the spot a few times to warm her hands and feet. But she felt happy in her heart that she could finally support herself.

Already.

She was so focused on painting that she didn't notice anyone standing at the door.

Sikong Yan wore a black woolen coat, which accentuated his angular figure.

He just watched quietly, as if he didn't want to disturb her.
To be continued...