Who has a mental problem that has reached the point of committing suicide, and yet they can talk about it so easily and nonchalantly?
She's really a little weird.
Yan Cheng's previous thought came up again - after a person is mentally traumatized and has experienced a serious car accident, the brain may indeed develop a self-protection mechanism to force himself out of the pain and look at his own life from the perspective of a bystander.
past.
There are many kinds of brain injuries. Although I have never encountered Zhong Jiuyin, it does not mean that there are no such injuries.
Perhaps her conflicts are all due to this reason.
His tone was gentler, his fingers caressed the cup wall, and he asked kindly: "Have you found that person?"
"It counts." She took another sip of honey water.
"Is it your agent?"
"No," she stroked her hair with the hand holding her chin and tucked it behind her ears, "at best, he is a stupid accomplice."
Yan Cheng's fingers stroking Bei Er paused for a moment. Maybe it was the night wind blowing, but he was inexplicably sensitive to her lazy voice that was different from the daytime.
She usually speaks very fast and cleanly on the show, and occasionally her dragging voice can be mean and threatening.
Before eating the food, he drank two glasses of white wine, which makes it easy to get drunk. At that time, he actually thought that her flow was good because she moved so freely, so he never thought about this problem.
Yan Cheng: "...oh?"
Then he frowned and said, "You should continue to ask about the real culprit in your last sentence. You shouldn't change the topic randomly. Ask again."
"…have no idea."
Yan Cheng looked at her expressionlessly.
Instead of this laziness like now, where I am about to fall asleep or wake up, as if the last sound will break on a word in the middle at any time.
"..." Yan Cheng lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows.
It would be much easier to trust her intuition and verify it. She expected that she would be able to verify it soon.
"Don't interrupt me, I know what's going on."
After all, Yan Cheng was a person who had experienced serious madness and illness. After taking a deep breath, he still maintained a calm tone: "You are drunk, drink two more sips of honey water to relieve the hangover. I will ask your assistant later..."
"At this point you should ask who she is. Ask again."
Mr. Su also needs to verify it.
Although it was just a guess, according to her current observations, there was no other person besides Feng Qing who could have harmed her.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't notice the look in his eyes at all, and waved her hands to emphasize the rhythm of her talk.
"Of course, I didn't listen to a word of the nonsense he said, including asking about your preferences and wearing the clothes you like... Hey, when it comes to this preference, do you know what he said to me?"
Zhong Jiuyin patted the armrest of the chair, winked, and curled her lips with confidence.
The sea is great, and there is no limit to driving a boat for eight hundred miles.
Zhong Jiuyin frowned again and looked at him with "Why are you so ignorant?"
Yan Cheng: "What's the matter?"
She made an exaggerated stroke with her hand, from her neck to her belly button, and then waved her hand in disgust.
Yan Cheng took out paper to wipe away the dripping water on her cup, and asked again: "Have you decided how to deal with her?"
She seemed unable to stop and continued talking.
"...Okay. Who is he?"
Yan Cheng remained silent in style.
Watch him drink, and Zhong Jiuyin also drinks.
When others complain like this, the main point is that they "can't compare to someone who uses the back door", and their mood is usually one of helplessness and frustration.
The sweet drink went into her mouth. Not to mention the taste, the first thing that came out was the word "sticky".
"Are you drunk?" he asked.
Zhong Jiuyin: "What's even more funny is! He didn't want to attribute these characteristics to me, but also deliberately found a synonym, saying that purity and gentleness equals beauty and temperament. Of course I know that I am beautiful! But having temperament is not fabricating false information to deceive people.
What about?!"
"...Okay. You continue."
"Be my backer! I make you look like a local emperor who orders people to live on the dragon's bed every day. If I say something to please you and go further with you, I will have a steady stream of resources. Are you kidding! Am I this kind of person?
"
"I told you I'm not drunk, I'm so whiny." She slapped her hand on the armrest of the chair, making herself hiss in pain.
When Yan Cheng didn't answer, she patted the table dissatisfiedly: "You say you don't know."
"Does not abide by masculine virtues."
Unexpectedly, she still felt that it was not enough. She licked the corners of her lips and added three words: "Not as good as you."
Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him: "No."
Yan Cheng continued to remain silent.
"I'm telling you, our boss's collar opens up to here -"
The person opposite took deep breaths many times and wanted to stand up and leave.
She kept talking: "That guy, you just need to teach me how to conquer you. It's the same as any hero saving a beauty in the world. If other beauties can fall in love with a hero, you will definitely fall in love with me too. What else?
, add your contact information and try to find common topics~ Try to make me fall in love with you~ Finally, there will be a happy ending~"
The words that came out of her mouth were no longer restricted, and the filter gate in her brain was opened, and all the words that went over her head and didn't go over her head were blown out.
Yan Cheng paused: "What do you want from me?"
"Someone in the company is not as good-looking as me."
It seemed as if the wine I had drunk before had become thicker, aggravating the belated dizziness, and my brain felt like it was floating on the sea.
A smile flashed in his eyes, he picked up the cup and took a sip, then followed her lead and asked, "So who is the real murderer?"
As he talked, he returned the three pledges and hummed a tune.
It's good for her, she said she was proud in her last sentence.
"She has a backer, and she wants to trick me into finding a backer to commit suicide. You don't know, that stupid accomplice asked me to find you, which is very boring."
Her eyes narrowed to the size of a village publicity committee member, and she said mischievously: "You don't know, she is having an affair with the boss of our company."
The neckline was open to her belly button, and what she saw was probably not the Chanel logo that had been pulled apart.
"I won't tell you her name. But I can tell you something interesting about her." She folded her feet and slid down on the chair, sitting like an old damaged steel bar.
Yan Cheng couldn't think of what to say to answer her words, so he simply took another sip of honey water.
"You're right if you don't know! He said that you like pure, gentle, considerate and gentle people, but I don't believe it. I think you are suitable for someone who is as passionate as fire and bold and unrestrained. Doesn't this ice have a chance to melt when it meets fire?
What a fit!”
Yan Cheng: ...and he said he was not drunk.
"But he is powerful. If you climb up to him, even if he has no works like me, you can still get resources one after another. Alas, maybe not being popular is the fate of an upright person like me."
Don't forget to praise yourself for this.
After hearing the last two sentences, Yan Cheng couldn't help but say: "It's good that you know."
Zhong Jiuyin waved her hand and flipped her hair: "Hey, being self-aware is just one of my mediocre strengths... ugh!"
He moved his hair too much, causing the cup beside him to shake. Fortunately, Yan Cheng had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold it, and only a little spilled out.
When he held the cup, he also grabbed a few strands of her hair, causing her to grin in pain.
"Sorry," Yan Cheng took out a few tissues for her, stood up, and planned to end this drunken horse racing topic, "It should be over inside, go back. Your agent may be looking for you."