"I haven't slept well these days." At this moment, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering my head and picking my fingers, and whispered to Wen Jichen. Wen Jichen was beside me and patted my shoulder.

"I know, what's your reason?" Wen Jichen looked at me solemnly.

I took a deep breath. "You know, what happened when I was a child. My father died on the day I was born, and it was my mother who raised me."

I frowned and looked at Wen Jichen.

He nodded.

"Well, but I don't have memories from before I was seven years old. It's definitely not because my memory is not good enough. Even children with poor memories can still vaguely recall some things from their childhood. Do you know what I mean... That is to say, I

I always feel that my life skipped those seven years... before that." I was at a loss and wanted to make it clear to Wen Jichen.

Wen Jichen said nothing, saying he believed me.

"Last night, I dreamed. From the perspective of a child, I saw what happened when I was a child. I never knew that my mother liked orchids. But last night, I dreamed that the most expensive orchid in the house was stolen. I

Mom stood in the rain crying." As I spoke, I started to cross my hands.

Wen Jichen once said that this is a sign of people's uneasiness.

After talking for a while, I started to cry: "Do you know that feeling... It's terrible. You are obviously awake, but you have been lying on the bed unable to move, as if someone is binding you. You think you are awake.

Yes, but it seems to be a dream. I heard someone walking around in the room and saw someone standing at the head of your bed... Wen Jichen, I am really scared..."

I really don’t know, it turns out that people who are extremely scared can cry, not because they are sad, not because they are moved, they are just afraid, afraid to the point of tears. Hot tears dripped on the back of Wen Jichen’s hands. He took a deep breath and tightened his breath.

Hold me tightly in your arms.

I was trembling and crying in his arms, and Wen Jichen's clean and delicate face also showed doubts.

After he found out what happened to me these days, he stayed with me every step of the way. Even during the day, we hardly went out during the day. What fun things are there in Hong Kong? As early as the last Spring Festival, we had already played

All over.

During the day, I write and save manuscripts in my room. Wen Jichen will also bring his super large notebook. He has to work and I have to code. We will not say a few words for the whole day, but he must be with me.

By my side.

One time, he went out to answer the phone and I was about to go out to pour water. I heard his voice before I opened the door.

"She always has nightmares at night, and she always has nightmares. She will hear some random noises, and she will also see someone watching her sleep. What is going on with her?" Even though Wen Jichen tried to lower his voice as much as possible, I still heard it.

.

"Well... Not feeling well? She's about to collapse in the past two days. Yes, her mental state is very bad. Her body will collapse if this continues. She is not in good health to begin with." Wen Jichen spoke a little eagerly and became

So long-winded.

"Psychological problems?"

"I didn't say you were calling her crazy in disguise!" Wen Jichen said with an angry look on his face.

When I heard the word "psychosis", my heart suddenly twitched.

The hand holding the cup slowly became tighter.

I couldn't listen anymore, so I returned to my chair, and the cup was placed heavily on the table with a muffled sound.

After a while, Wen Jichen opened the door and came in. The nervousness on his face was gone. He glanced at me intentionally and planned to continue working. In fact, I could tell that his state was not very good these two days. For example, he used to work

When doing it, he won’t make unnecessary movements and won’t be agitated.

But when I sat next to me in the past two days, it was obvious that there were many small movements like turning the pen, rubbing the fingers, etc.

I suddenly regretted telling him that, as it seemed to have affected him.

After all, he couldn't do anything and neither could I.

Wen Jichen seems to have inexplicable obsessive-compulsive disorder about my affairs. As long as he fails to solve something that happens to me, he will become restless, restless, anxious, and even have a bad temper.

I could see that he was very worried about me, so I regretted telling him.

…

In the evening, my stepfather and mother always insisted on coming back for dinner when Wen Jichen and I were both at home. My mother said, "This way we are like a family. We are busy here and there, not all for the sake of the family."

I quite agree with what she said.

At the dinner table, the stepfather brought up the topic: "Achen, do you still remember the daughter from Uncle An's family last time?"

My chopsticks were about to pick up the meat, but the movement stopped.

Wen Jichen hummed, not wanting to continue this topic.

"An Ruoyi is two or three years younger than you, and is about the same age as Doudou. The age difference is not big..." The stepfather was about to express his opinion incessantly.

"Don't compare her with Doudou." Wen Jichen suddenly interrupted his stepfather.

At this moment, I can clearly feel the smell of embarrassment reverberating in the air. Every time my mother and stepfather want to mention the matter of Wen Jichen and An Ruoyi, an emotion like an ice knife will disappear at this moment.

He inserted it mercilessly into my heart, started to rotate, and inserted it again.

The stepfather opened his eyes wide and didn't say a word for a long time. He just couldn't imagine how his son, who had always maintained a very harmonious relationship with him, could suddenly become irritable with him.

Is he forcing him?

Or is he angry that he is asked to run the company at such a young age?

Or does he want to enjoy it for two more years?

A loving father will suddenly become so sensitive when his son is angry. All possible and impossible factors rush into his mind, and all judgment and reason are fed to the dog.

I coughed slightly, and my mother sighed helplessly, looking at the father and son.

Wen Jichen realized that he had lost his temper and said slowly: "Actually, I just don't like that girl very much. She has evil intentions and I don't like her very much."

The stepfather breathed a sigh of relief after what he said. He thought that Wen Jichen would complain a lot to him, grumble with him or even lose his temper. He would no longer run the company in Beijing. There were too many problems in that company.

, he will be very tired, have to work late every day to make plans, and rack his brains to make up for it...

But if Wen Jichen really said this, he wouldn't know what to do.

Because he really couldn't trust anyone except his family, he was even willing to hand over the company to me.

Mom walked behind stepdad and gently stroked stepdad's shoulder. Stepdad sighed: "If you don't like it, forget it. Haha, actually I don't like that girl either."
Chapter completed!