Reborn into Young Master Huo’s Little Fairy

After talking on the phone with Aimee, Huo Hannian leaned back on the bed, his chest still undulating slightly.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Li Yanchen walked in with a cup of coffee.

There is always a faint tiredness on Jun Meisiwen's face, and the eyes are covered with red blood that cannot be ignored.

Huo Hannian frowned, "Were you here last night?"

Li Yanchen took a sip of coffee and looked at Huo Hannian's slightly pale face, his phoenix eyes under the lens narrowed, "I watched you all night."

Huo Hannian kept having nightmares last night.

Li Yanchen thought of his tormented nightmare, and rarely said anything to hurt him, "How are you feeling?"

Huo Hannian's thin lips moved, "I can't die."

Li Yanchen took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, "Your woman sent me several messages asking about your situation, would you like to call her back?"

Thinking of Wen Ruan, Huo Hannian's chest spread a choking pain.

That dark, bloodthirsty, devil-like man must have scared her last night?

He promised her not to do anything to hurt her again, but he broke his promise again!

He has never hated himself like this!

Seeing the emotions in Huo Hannian's eyes, Li Yanchen guessed his inner thoughts, "She knows that you are sick and doesn't blame you."

Huo Hannian closed his scarlet eyes, "Jiang Yan told me last night that her mother is Yun Yi."

Li Yanchen nodded, "Jiang Yan didn't lie to you."

Huo Hannian pressed his temples, and his Leng Qiao outline was a bit tight. "She showed me Yun Yi's picture. I saw that face and my head hurt so badly. I even warmed Ruan and that The faces overlap."

"Do you want to figure out what's going on?"

Huo Hannian raised his narrow eyes filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, "When I recover my memory, everything will be clear."

The implication was that he didn't believe anyone's words.

He only believes in himself!

Li Yanchen said nothing more.

...

in the afternoon.

Huo Hannian went to the psychology clinic to find Aimee.

Seeing Huo Hannian's scarlet eyes and haggard look, Aimee was startled.

"What's the matter, you broke up with the little fairy?"

Huo Hannian pressed his thin lips and said nothing.

He is very confused, very flustered, and very painful now, don’t know why—

Seeing that Huo Hannian's mood was not right, Aimee didn't tease him any more, "Or, let's start!"

Putting on the incense that can relax his nerves, Aimee let Huo Hannian lie down on the treatment chair.

The two slender legs overlapped gracefully, and the indifference and nobleness could not be concealed in the bones.

"Close your eyes and relax."

Huo Hannian slowly closed his eyes.

"What happened last night?"

Huo Hannian recounted what happened last night.

"What did you think of when you saw Wen Ruan?"

Aimee softened her voice, as if she had a magical power, and took Huo Hannian step by step into the door of memory.

Huo Hannian pursed his thin, cold lips, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Seeing a beautiful face..."

"Well, you remember slowly, why did you see that face?"

In a dimly lit room, a video is playing on the large LED display.

Men and women are entangled together, and that kind of scene makes him sick and nauseous.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to look. The woman in the wheelchair pinched his small chin and forced him to open his eyes. He didn't want to open it. A long, thin needle pierced his body severely. .

He was in pain, and his small body curled up together.

The woman lay on his ears and said coldly, "Did you see it? It is this woman who has left you without a complete family!"

"Don't blame me for torturing you. If you blame, blame the scumbag!"

"Why is he still thinking about her with you? Why are you so useless?"

As the woman said, she pierced him with a needle.

He pressed his pale lips tightly, his pinkish jade face became distorted from the pain, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, although the pain was severe, he did not shed a tear and refused to utter a plea for mercy. .

Seeing Huo Hannian's sword eyebrows frowning and tightening, Aimee kept sliding down in cold sweat, her hands clenched into fists, blood dripping out of her fingers, she snapped her fingers quickly to bring him back to reality.

Huo Hannian opened his eyes abruptly, gasping for breath.

All kinds of unbearable, dark and painful scenes, like slow movies, emerged from his mind one by one.

In the narrow dark eyes, pain, embarrassment, and absurd flashed——

He held his head in his hands, and his breathing almost stagnated as all memories poured in.

Aimee looked at the dark surge across Huo Hannian's pupils and asked softly, "Do you remember it?"

Huo Hannian pressed his pale lips tightly and did not speak, and his tall body stood up from the treatment chair.

"Aimee, part of my memory is something that happened when I was young. I hope you keep it secret for me."

Aimee looked at Huo Hannian's decadent and depressed figure with distressed eyes, "Of course, this is my basic professionalism."

He didn't say who the woman in the dream was, but she could faintly guess it.

What he confided may be just the tip of the iceberg he had encountered.

She didn't quite understand before, why such a young teenager had such a serious mental illness.

It turned out to be related to his childhood experience-

"Do you want to sit down and I will talk to you again?"

Huo Hannian raised his hand, his clearly defined face tense and sharp, "I need to be quiet."

The emergence of memories made him unable to accept many things for a while.

Everything is messed up!

Huo Hannian walked out of Aimee's psychological clinic.

On the street, Huo Hannian was like a wandering soul.

He walked from the afternoon until dark.

Everything around, as if no longer existed, the whole figure seemed to have fallen into the abyss, sinking all the time, sinking all the time, and no light was seen.

On the road, a young and vigorous father, because the child was disobedient, hit his **** a few times, and the child burst into tears.

The young man pointed to the child's nose and cursed.

The child did not listen and cried even louder.

The young man was about to hit the child again, suddenly a pair of slender hands stretched out and grabbed his collar tightly.

The young man raised his head, facing the cold eyes of a pair of blood-red yin birds.

Before he could say anything, he received a violent punch in the face.

The young man was beaten back several steps.

He looked at his face gloomy, a pair of black eyes staring at him, Huo Hannian, who seemed to be peeling his skin, came up bloody, clenched his fist and waved it.

But where the man was Huo Hannian's opponent in anger, he was quickly beaten to the ground.

The mother of the child came out of the store and saw that her husband was beaten to the blood. She was so frightened that she quickly took out a vase from the store and smashed it at the back of the head of the teenager who seemed to be crazy.