At nearly 10:30 in the evening, a black luxury car broke through the tranquility of Jinxi Garden. Jinxi Garden is one of the top ten luxury residential areas in Kyoto. It is a top-notch luxury house developed by Yaoyuan Group six years ago.
In Jinxi Garden, there is a king building, covering an area of nearly an acre, with three floors and a construction area of nearly 1,500 square meters. This building is a symbol of wealth. It is said that the Yaoyuan Group directly put it up for auction.
Sold for 180 million.
The car drove into the yard and just parked, but before the door opened, a tall man appeared at the door of the villa, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking at the man who was about to get out of the car.
"Beichen, why are you back so late? I've been waiting for you here for an hour."
The person who got off the car heard the man's words, cast an apologetic look, and then said.
"Sorry, I was delayed because of something. Let's go in and chat."
After saying that, the man named Beichen entered the villa and was about to change his shoes when his arm was grabbed by the man wearing glasses who followed.
"I heard Ji Jinyan tell me, let me check."
"Ouyang Jie, although I can't touch women, it doesn't mean I'm interested in men. Let it go."
"Feng Beichen, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you can actually tell jokes. It just so happens that I am not interested in men either, but I am very interested in a perverted patient like you. Don't hide your illness and avoid treatment. Let me see your arm."
After saying that, Ouyang Jie rolled up Feng Beichen's sleeves without hesitation, and then showed a surprised expression.
"What's going on? No, you still had psychogenic allergies last time I checked. Did you meet some miracle doctor on this business trip? Or is Ji Jinyan's information today wrong?"
Ouyang Jie is one of Feng Beichen's few friends. He has known him for almost twenty years. He is also the eldest son and future heir of the Ouyang family, a medical family, and an expert in psychology and neurology.
As Ouyang Jie spoke, he checked Feng Beichen's arm back and forth to make sure there were no symptoms of the disease, his face full of doubts and curiosity.
"Okay, Ouyang Jie, although I don't have any pathological rejection of men, I have mysophobia. Have you come in to disinfect?"
Feng Beichen withdrew his hand with an indifferent expression, picked up the disinfectant alcohol and wet wipes on the table and wiped the area where Ouyang Jie had just grabbed him twice, then put down his sleeves, then stood up and walked away
At the bar, I looked at the dazzling array of drinks on the cabinet and asked.
"Drink some."
While speaking, Feng Beichen held two red wine glasses in his hands. When Ouyang Jie heard this, he shook his head and said.
"No, there is an operation tomorrow afternoon. I have to be responsible for the patient. Bring me a cup of coffee. You, Master Feng, personally brewed the coffee for me. Not many people in this world have this honor."
With that said, Ouyang Jie stood up and walked to the bar, then stared at Feng Beichen without blinking or speaking.
After a while, a cup of fragrant coffee was brewed. Feng Beichen placed it in front of Ouyang Jie and said.
"Drinking coffee late at night will make you quite confident in the quality of your sleep."
"Haha, of course, if you can drink coffee brewed by Mr. Feng himself, there's nothing wrong with staying awake all night."
With that said, Ouyang Jie took a sip, put down the coffee, then stared at Feng Beichen again, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Hurry up, it's almost eleven o'clock, and I don't have much time to stay with you. Tell me, what's going on?"
Feng Beichen sat on the bar chair, with one foot on the ground and one foot on the footrest of the bar chair, spinning randomly.
In his hand, a glass of bright red wine glistened under the light. As Feng Beichen swayed, the red wine swayed. Feng Beichen lazily leaned against the bar, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his shirt at the end.
The two buttons on the top were loosened, and the man's sexy collarbone could be vaguely seen.
Feng Beichen's expression was always cold, but at this moment, his cold eyes were flashing with a trace of confusion, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, giving people an irresistible temptation. This is probably the sense of abstinence that people often say.
.
"Hey, why are you acting so cool here? If you don't tell me, I'll leave."
If it were anyone else, he would have been completely obsessed with Feng Beichen. However, the person accompanying Feng Beichen at this moment was his best friend Ouyang Jie, a man who knew all about his unbearable past.
After Ouyang Jie said this, he started to leave, but Feng Beichen finally spoke up.
"Didn't Ji Jinyan tell you everything? That's why I asked you to come here. Do you think it's possible that my illness will disappear without me realizing it? Didn't you also say before that I have a mental illness? Would that be the case for me?
alright."
Feng Beichen spoke. As he spoke, his eyes kept falling on his left wrist, which was where Xiao Siluo had touched him at the airport during the day. He was very sure that the woman held his wrist firmly.
But at this time, the skin on my wrist was a healthy wheat color, not painful or itchy, and there was no expected red rash, let alone any symptoms such as difficulty breathing.
All afternoon, Feng Beichen had been thinking about a question in the lounge, whether he should try it again, but in the end he failed to break through the barrier in his heart.
Upon hearing Feng Beichen's words, Ouyang Jie said directly without thinking.
"What you said is not impossible. People's mental illnesses are caused by certain external environments, so they may be cured due to some external reasons. So this time you went out, did you encounter anything special?
"
Feng Beichen shook his head without even thinking about it.
"No, I'm here to sign a contract this time. As you know, I basically stay in the hotel after work and won't go out."
Hearing what Feng Beichen said, Ouyang Jie raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully.
"This is strange. Without any external reasons, it would be impossible for you to recover."
After saying that, Ouyang Jie looked up at Feng Beichen with a playful look on his face, and said with a strange expression.
"Actually, it's very simple to see if you have returned to normal. Can't we just find you a woman and try it out later? As long as you have no pathological reaction, it means you have recovered. If it is still the same as before, it means you may only be right.
The woman you met today is immune."
Speaking of this, Ouyang Jie paused for a moment, his eyes became more curious, and he asked with a gossipy face.
"By the way, how old is the woman you met today? She met her at the airport, right? If you are really immune to that woman alone, then you haven't missed the opportunity to have further contact with her. There are so many people at the airport. In the future,
If we want to see each other again, it will be difficult because of the huge crowds!"
Ouyang Jie looked sympathetic, but at the same time he was curious about what kind of woman could make this man who had been suffering from a mental disorder for almost twenty years immune to her.
When Feng Beichen heard this, he also fell into thinking. He looked down at the place where Xiao Siluo had caught him, and seemed to have some plans in his mind.
Suddenly, Feng Beichen put down the red wine, stood up and walked to the second floor, talking as he walked.
"It's getting late, I'm going to bed, you can do it yourself."
After saying that, Feng Beichen's people had already gone upstairs.
Ouyang Jie looked at Feng Beichen who was behaving abnormally, especially his expression when he left just now. He clearly had something on his mind.
Ouyang Jie raised his eyebrows, drank the coffee in front of him in one gulp, then looked in the direction of the second floor and said.
"Interesting, Feng Beichen, I hope you can meet the woman who makes you willing to let go of the past."
After saying that, Ouyang Jie stretched and walked towards a guest room on the first floor. Because of the relationship between the two of them, when Feng Beichen took the photo of this villa, Ouyang Jie reserved it for himself here.
Feng Beichen didn't have many friends in the same room, so he left Ouyang Jie alone.
The largest bedroom on the second floor has a depressing and cold industrial style. When you walk in, you will see gray walls and a gray floor.
The bedroom, which is almost fifty square meters, only has a two-meter wide bed. Naturally, the bedding is also gray. If you look closely, you can't find a second glance in this room. It can be seen that you live in this bedroom.
How gloomy people's hearts are.
To the north of the big bed is the direction leading to the dressing room and bathroom. When you walk in, you will finally see more colors than the bedroom, but this is just because of the clothes in the closet, which are also very monotonous, black, white and gray.
There were two entire rows of large wardrobes, but there was not a single brightly colored piece of clothing.
At this time, Feng Beichen walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. His hair was wet, and water kept dripping on the ground. Feng Beichen didn't care at all. He was in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, and finally
His eyes fell on his left wrist again, and suddenly, an agile figure flashed before his eyes.
He blew his hair carelessly, found a loose cotton T-shirt and put it on. He only wore a pair of underwear on his lower body. He had two slender thighs with tight lines, a wheat-colored complexion and leg hair that showed male hormones.
There is an emotional temptation.
Feng Beichen is a very self-disciplined person, which can be seen from his figure without a trace of fat. Even though he is wearing a loose T-shirt, the well-defined muscles under the clothes are looming.
Feng Beichen lay on the bed. He usually goes to bed at about this time. He is used to leaving a night light on. If people knew that the president of the Feng Group was afraid of the dark, few people would believe it, but the fact is
In this way, he is afraid of the dark and the helpless feeling of not being able to see anything.