Seven looked back suddenly, and a surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a deep worry, "Tell me."

Zhao Jian slowly raised his left hand and smiled bitterly, "It's out of control."

Seven trembled all over, "When did it happen?"

"I called you once that day, and then... again."

Seven looked at her not talking for a long time, Zhao Jian listened to the distant fanyin and slowly let out a sigh, "Maybe it's not a good thing for me to be with him."

Zhao Jian knew very well that when she was stimulated by Zhao Cheng that day, when she went to the gallery to see Jiang Xuerou standing next to Ji Rufeng, she really had the impulse to tear her. If she hadn't suppressed the hostility in her heart, she wouldn't know what she would have done.

"Can't control it?"

"reluctantly."

Seven touched his forehead, leaned against a Bodhi tree and sat down without saying anything.

Zhao Jian also sighed, "I have always dreamed at night recently, always dreaming of the past."

Seven's expression changed slightly, and Zhao Jian said again: "It was the days when you treated me, which were vague and incoherent, but... I slowly remembered a lot of things."

She turned her head and asked him, "Do you think this is a good thing? I always feel bad."

The eyes were facing each other, and seven didn't speak.

Zhao Jian felt bad, "Isn't it bad?"

"I thought you wouldn't remember."

Zhao Jian showed doubts on his face.

Seven said, "You forgot those things, not you forgot yourself, but the result of my choice to hypnosis after discussing with the old man."

"The old man loves you, afraid that you will remember those things that will affect your future life mentality, and your personality, so I hypnotize you. Although you have occasionally become abnormal for so many years, it is really much better than the time when you are really bad. We all think you are better."

“So now…”

When Zhao Jian went down the mountain, there were already dozens of missed calls on his mobile phone, without exception, all from Ji Rufeng.

Zhao Jian's eyes were deep and he sighed.

The phone call was called back but no one answered. Zhao Jian dialed three times in a row, all of which were prompted to be on the phone, and when he dialed again, he prompted to turn off the phone.

She smiled bitterly, rubbed her face, thinking that this time she had a big trouble.

Ji Rufeng was indeed very angry. Now the Zhao family would appear again at some point. Zhao Jian went out without caring about it, and left him a broken note without any information. He was simply furious.

Stepping on the last ray of sunshine at dusk, Zhao Jian met Ji Rufeng as soon as he went down the mountain.

Zhao Jian looked at the man with a dark face and couldn't help but shrink back, but failed to block the car window and was knocked, "Get out!"

Zhao Jian obediently pushed the door and got out of the car, showing a pleasing smile, "Why are you here?"

Ji Rufeng didn't even look at her, but directly held the back collar and lifted the person to Maybach.

Zhao Jian was dizzy when he was thrown into the seat, and his wound hurt. However, he didn't dare to say anything. She knew very well that this guy was really angry.

The car rushed out like a hurricane. Zhao Jian slammed the back of his head on the seat, making a scream of pain. Then the car was like a patient with an epilepsy seizure, shaking in the traffic.

Zhao Jian was so confused that he had to climb the seat and try to stabilize his body, climbed onto his arm and said: "Don't be angry, I don't want to tell you, aren't you sleeping? I want to tell you after I come back."
Chapter completed!