The only person who has no peace of mind is Han Xi.
However, it's not about Bey, but he has other worries.
When the two of them were happy to go, he took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, poured two glasses, and handed one of them to Feng Yi.
Feng Yi flew back overnight, there was still a little tiredness in his brows and eyes, but it seemed more textured.
After seeing the red wine glass in Han Xi's hand, he raised his eyebrows: "Now the base can still drink?"
"The captain's." Han Xi said, shaking the red wine glass, without turning a corner, he directly explained the purpose of coming: "Since ten months ago, the base has had too much wine, he should rely on this to fall asleep, it is not clear now Whatever the situation, but as a professional player, always drinking will also affect the state."
Feng Yi heard the words and stopped moving.
Han Xi looked over: "The captain has always had strong self-control, he will not make mistakes during the game, and he will not drink alcohol before and after the game, so that he often suffers from insomnia. Anyone who suffers from insomnia all the time is a bad sign, what do you think, Uncle Feng."
Feng Yi looked sideways and sighed: "What's wrong with him recently?"
"Occasionally there will be injuries." Han Xi recalled what happened today, and frowned: "The captain has always protected his hands very well, but today, in order to wake up, he moved a little too aggressively. Uncle Feng, I heard it when I was a child. A rumor."
Feng Yi knew what the rumor Han Xi was going to say, and looked at him, his eyes darkened, and he didn't hide anything.
"Ni'er was indeed different from ordinary children when she was a child."
Han Xi put down his wine glass: "What's the difference?"
Feng Yi also drank the wine in the glass, his voice was still weak: "Paranoid, indifferent, and impaired perception."
"Perception impairment." Han Xi was no stranger to this word.
Feng Yi looked out the window: "I have a tendency to be autistic."
Han Xi paused, autistic tendency
"Actually, it should be mildly autistic." Feng Yi smiled: "Do you think he may be someone with autism now?"
Even if Han Xi didn't study this major, he knew about the behavior of children with autism.
Speech barrier, no eye contact, no interaction with people, likes being alone and tearing up paper.
The younger the child, the more adults will suspect that he has a hearing problem.
Because autism is often accompanied by it, he will act as if he can’t hear you, and he will not speak, only screaming to express his emotions. He is very exclusive and paranoid, and likes to watch the weather forecast.
How many people don't take it seriously when they are not familiar with this disease, and when they find out later, they will miss the best treatment period,
Congenital autism is even more difficult to cure.
It was a group of little angels living on another planet.
They obviously look like ordinary children, and they will laugh when they see something they like, but you are not in his world, so you don't understand why he laughs.
Captain, actually...
Han Xi's hands tightened: "Then his behavior these past few days is from..."
No matter what, he couldn't say the word "remnant".
"Why?" Han Xi couldn't figure it out.
Feng Yi shook his head: "Only he knows what he is thinking."
"The competition in Milan." Han Xi lowered his eyes: "I'm worried about his condition."
Feng Yi stretched out his hand and pressed between his eyebrows: "It's really a big deal, my family didn't receive any news."
Logically speaking, the psychiatrist should be in the family all the year round.
Han Xi saw Cat, Cat, Bear and the others walking towards this side, closed the topic, and only said: "And today, he is especially strange. I have already told Bey, Bey should have more ways than us."
When Feng Yi heard this, he suddenly paused.
Previously Nell's paranoia had been brought under control.
It will happen this time, and it is very likely that it has something to do with the small facial paralysis being forced to leave in that way ten months ago.
It's just that the little facial paralysis is back now, and he hasn't recovered yet, which means that his real heart knot has not been untied.
Young Master Qin had a similar situation back then.
Feng Yi was wondering if he should ask, what he was most worried about now was that his unfathomable nephew would give him some kind of second personality.
In a sense, the man was not white anywhere,
Based on his understanding of him, if something really happened, his first reaction must be to destroy the little facial paralysis. The person who affects the most emotions should be destroyed first. This is the manifestation of his illness.
It was the same when I was a child.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi immediately sent a message to Mo Bei.
"Are you with Neil?"
No reply there.
Mo Bei was still using physical cooling methods to cool down Feng Nai, so he dipped a wet towel and placed it on Feng Nai's forehead.
Feng Nai was always half asleep and half awake, and when he opened his eyes occasionally, he saw the person sitting by the bed.
She was feeding him water, and wiped his hands with an alcohol ball. The temperature of her fingertips on his forehead was very comfortable.
But Feng Nai really didn't like the feeling of being at the mercy of others. He opened his eyes and wrote resistance: "Miss Mo, have you forgotten your gender?"
Mo Bei's tone was flat: "No."
"Is there a girl as active as you?" Feng Nai wanted to take off the towel on his forehead.
Mo Bei stretched out his hand to hold him down, his movements were very neat, and his posture was too aggressive: "Is this important?"
Feng Nai also couldn't think that one day he would lose to a girl in the matter of trying his best, so he smiled a little coldly, it was really surprising.
Mo Bei also spoke bluntly, with a simple sentence: "When you are well, you may not be able to beat me, and it is even more impossible when you are sick. It is better to lie down obediently."
Feng Nai narrowed his eyes and became more gentle: "Do you think you will find a boyfriend like this?"
"Didn't you find it?" Mo Bei patted his head, the meaning was obvious.
Feng Nai said casually, "He is him, and I am me. You probably don't know what I like."
"Huh?" Mo Bei thought for a while and said, "Really?"
Feng Nai lay halfway there, like a blood-sucking nobleman who had lost too much blood, with a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, pale and dignified: "We are different, should I remind you of this? Also, I'm sorry You are not interested, if you can go out now and close the door for me, I can probably sleep well."
"Are you worried that I will let you sleep for the purpose of doing something?" Mo Bei debunked the meaning of his words, and said in a calm voice, "I have no such plan. If I had, the psychiatrist would appear here now."
Feng Nai looked at her black and white eyes, and his smile became much lighter: "What do you think he's here? I'll be afraid?"
"I didn't say you were afraid, I just said, I won't do that." Mo Bei picked up the towel on his forehead, dipped it in warm water, and then put it on his forehead again: "You can't beat it!" I'd better sleep well."
After Feng Nai heard this sentence for the second time, her thin lips pursed faintly: "A girl is stronger than a boy. This kind of thing is really worth showing off."
The familiar sense of ridicule came oncoming.
Mo Bei looked at him: "That's how I can impress you."
Feng Nai smiled slowly: "Do you think I, a big man, will be happy if you carry me like that?"
"Other people pick you up, don't you still let people go away." When Mo Bei said this, he handed the water glass to his lips, not like coaxing his boyfriend anymore, but like coaxing a child: "Drink water, you talk Too much."
Feng Nai's eyes were filled with rejection.
Mo Bei just looked at him like that for ten seconds.
Feng Nai avoided her gaze: "I'm hungry, when you were in the car, did you tell me to eat, where is the food?"
Mo Bei put the water glass in his hand: "Someone has already made porridge."
"Send me with porridge?" Feng Nai looked like a young master at this moment: "In his memory, you seem to be able to make a lot of food."
Mo Bei lowered his eyes: "What do you want to eat?"
"Didn't you just say you understood my preferences?" Feng Nai asked without answering, and brought over a business magazine, which was luxurious and had a dark atmosphere.
After talking for a long time, it turned out that he was waiting for her here.
Mo Bei stood up.
Feng Nai's voice chased after her again: "If what I make is not what I like, please ask Miss Mo to end your current initiative, because what you give may not necessarily be what I want, but it will make people bored."
When the two words are bored.
Mo Bei's tall back stopped for a moment.
People are probably like this.
No matter what is firm, you will still feel sad.
Or, because that person is him, he finds such words even more unbearable.
"Wait for me for ten minutes."
Mo Bei walked out without looking back.
Feng Nai, who was half lying on the bed, turned darker.
He originally thought that this person would be easy to deal with.
No matter who you are, as long as you really like it, you will feel hurt.
Why does this person, who doesn't even know what it is to retreat in spite of difficulties, just want that him back
Thinking of this, Feng Nai's eyes were inexplicably agitated.
He reached out, trying to untie his collar.
It was only when she started to react that when she was in the car, she was worried that he would be uncomfortable, so she had already unbuttoned his shirt in advance to let him breathe.
He knew that this kind of person should be on guard the most.
It helps you think of everything, the eyes see you, the attention is on you, and it also has its own calculations.
It's no wonder that he fell down.
But he is different.
Finally saw the light of day again.
How can it affect oneself because of one person.
Thinking of this, Feng Nai took the phone over, searched through the call records, and finally landed on the name Jin Jin with his fingertips, and a faint smile floated from the corner of his mouth.
One of my childhood toys.
With a move of Feng Nai's slender fingers, the call was made.
The gold that just took over the company is really big all day long.
He thought that his brother was just a female star under Pao Pao's team, and occasionally invested in a movie or something on a whim.
After he really took over, he realized that the unspoken rules are so difficult to talk about!
This is completely different from what he thought.
Shouldn't all the stars under him listen to him
What's going on with this actor!
(end of this chapter)