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Chapter 11

Chapter 11, Lin Qingyan: I scold myself

    Assistant: Has your account been hacked?

    It's not that he behaved too derelictly, but that since he was assigned to the young master, the other party has hardly sent him any messages or made requests.

    The most thing I have done since my work is to buy medicine for the young master, send medicine and ask a doctor.

    Assistant: Woohoo, I'm sorry, Master, I'm so excited, I'll do it right away!

    Jiang Xian:

    But with just one or two words, it must be the young master. I followed the link and clicked in, and found that it was a post in the teacher-student forum of a middle school.

    Seeing the name on the title, the assistant's eyelids jumped. Lin, Lin Qingyan?

    It seems that she is the young lady of the Lin family in Chengdong. How could her young master get involved with her?

    After neatly deleting the post, the forum number of the landlord was blocked by the way, and a few people in the building who scolded severely were also blocked for a week.

    Assistant: It's done, Young Master

    Jiang Xian: After knowing

    everything was done, when Jiang Xian put away his phone and was about to say something, he found that Lin Qingyan's expression on the side was more complicated. He pursed his lips and opened his mouth again, his voice dull: "That post has been deleted." Are you upset?

    "Yes, that post was deleted." Lin Qingyan frowned as he looked at the dozen or so people in the group who were in a mess.

    Jiang Xian held the phone, and did not see any happiness from Lin Qingyan's expression.

    When he looked at her again, the other party was already leaning on the pillow with his back to him, and a long sigh could still be heard vaguely. Jiang Xian pursed his dry lips and began to search the Internet for what kind of disease this is.

    Facing the description of the symptoms, Jiang Xian's brows furrowed as his fingers crossed the bright red beating font.

    Personality changes, mood disorders, and strange behavior.

    Looking up at Lin Qingyan who was playing with his mobile phone, Jiang Xian thought it was weird.

    "Have you taken your medicine?" Jiang Xian gently touched Lin Qingyan's hand with his mobile phone. The other party's skin was fair and clear, the blood vessels were faintly visible, and the knuckles were naturally bent.

    A fragile and morbid beauty like being shot, Jiang Xian always wanted to pinch it for some reason.

    The dense emotions in my heart devoured the gray shell, and all that came up were feelings that could not be understood. It's like I can't sleep after taking medicine every night, and I see fireflies in the stairwell when I'm irritable and want to smash things.

    Out of time, but very useful, unable to relieve the pain but want to catch the firefly.

    His psychiatrist didn't tell him it was curiosity.

    Lin Qingyan recited the Great Compassion Mantra several times before he calmed down and wanted to find the forum administrator, and he was still one class away from school.

    At this time, the post was deleted, and everyone in the group was in danger and suspicious of each other.

    Turning his head weakly, he leaned on the pillow and looked at Jiang Xian: "I'm so tired."