Chapter 453 If You Love Him, Don't Dislike Him

Chapter 453 If you love him, don't dislike him

Facing Li Qiao's consolation, although Shang Yu still pinched her wrist, his strength was obviously weak.

The other hand of the man encircled her waist, but because of the tense muscles, such tender movements looked extremely stiff.

His Adam's apple was still heaving up and down, and his eyes were closed to settle his emotions, but it seemed... the effect was minimal, and he hadn't experienced symptoms for a long time, so even forbearance seemed powerless.

"Hey, go back and rest early." Shang Yu's incomparably hoarse voice stabilized, but his tense body still revealed his restraint.

In this case, Li Qiao was not at ease leaving him alone anyway.

She rubbed the man's back continuously, shook her head and comforted softly: "I'm not in a hurry."

Li Qiao has seen Shang Yu's struggle from the very beginning. When paranoia occurs, he will be irritable and irritable. If he releases his emotions, maybe he will not be so painful.

But he didn't, he forcibly endured everything, and that's why he suffered like this.

Li Qiao also came to an important conclusion, that she really couldn't get hurt in front of him anymore.

...

Half an hour later, Shang Yu's body completely relaxed, and his strong willpower and endurance allowed him to survive all the symptoms of paranoia.

But it also almost exhausted his physical strength.

Just after ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the man was lying flat on the bed, breathing evenly, and there were still wrinkles between his brows in his light sleep.

Sitting on the bedside, Li Qiao stroked the center of his brow with her fingers, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.

Later, she wiped his cheeks and arms with a hot towel, and then unbuttoned his shirt to check the wound on his shoulder. In a moment, she leaned over and kissed the man on the lips, left a floor lamp behind, and left suite.

The moment the door closed, Shang Yu slowly opened his red eyes in the dim light of Gu Ying...

Outside the door, Liuyun and Mochizuki were still standing in the corridor, both of them looked a bit nervous.

Seeing her coming out, Liu Yun quickly stepped forward, "Miss Li, do you want to go back?"

Li Qiao nodded, and said as she walked, "He's asleep, don't disturb him."

Downstairs in the lobby, Li Qiao walked out of the elevator with her head half down. There was someone blocking the way in front of her. She looked up and saw He Chen standing in front of her.

He changed from his usual frivolity and carelessness, his face sank like water, revealing a rare seriousness.

He Chen put one hand into his pocket, and pouted at Liu Yun behind Li Qiao, "Go upstairs, I'll take her back."

Liu Yun didn't ask any further questions, turned around and entered the elevator again.

He Chen looked down at Li Qiao's swollen forehead, rolled his Adam's apple, "Talk in the car or in the coffee shop?"

Li Qiao looked down at her phone, her tone was surprisingly light, "Is there any wine in the coffee shop?"

"Let's go." He Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, and then led Li Qiao to the executive lounge on the third floor.

...

At the lounge bar, two people were seated, except for the bartender who was pouring wine, it was quiet and there was no smoke.

Two glasses of whiskey were placed in front of her. Li Qiao added two cubes of ice and drank half of the glass with her head raised. "Brother Chen, do you want to tell me something?"

Tonight's He Chen was exceptionally silent.

Hearing Li Qiao's question, he swung his wine glass, and the sound of the ice hitting people's hearts, "How is Shaoyan?"

"Already asleep." Li Qiao leaned her arms on the side of the bar, and the wooden chandelier above her head cast a dim light, which happened to shine on her face, making the unconcealable boredom invisible.

He Chen turned his head to look at her for a few seconds, looked away, and pursed his lips, "When did you know about his illness?"

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and she looked straight at the wine rack in front of her, "I guessed something a long time ago, and this is the first time I saw it tonight."

He Chen fell into silence again.

The two just drank together silently, and after a while, he whispered in a deep voice: "Li Qiao, I don't care what you think, but I hope you can think carefully about what I'm going to say next."

Li Qiao looked sideways, "Okay, tell me."

She had not known He Chen for a long time, but she had rarely heard him speak in such a serious tone, and even his words were extremely rigorous.

careful……

He Chen turned his head, and the moment he met her eyes, he said surprisingly, "Shaoyan not only has paranoia, he also has mild mania."

Li Qiao's heart sank instantly.

She thought back to Shang Yu's appearance just now, and then she suddenly realized, no wonder his muscles were so tense, it was a manifestation of suppressing aggression.

Mania is often accompanied by aggressive behavior.

He Chen looked at Li Qiao's constricted pupils, sighed quietly, and looked forward, becoming long and distant, "His symptoms are very complicated, if it wasn't for the way he dragged you upstairs when you got out of the car , I thought his illness would not recur again."

How much Shaoyan cherishes Li Qiao, he already knows it well after this short period of contact.

But tonight, after coming back from the city that never sleeps, he dragged her to the hotel, completely ignoring Li Qiao's slightly staggering figure behind him. At that moment, He Chen guessed that Shaoyan's illness had reappeared.

Having said that, he paused, with a contemptuous mockery hanging from the corner of his mouth, "Do you know the pattern of his illness?"

For a while, Li Qiao couldn't understand what his expression and demeanor represented, especially that sarcastic and cold smile, which she didn't think was directed at her.

She didn't speak, and He Chen didn't seem to need her to answer, he raised his head and took a sip of his wine, "Every time Shaoyan's illness flares up, it's all related to Mrs. Xiao.

For so many years, as long as Mrs. Xiao appeared, he would definitely have mild or severe signs of illness.

Don't doubt that woman's influence on him, because she caused his illness. "

Li Qiao just looked at He Chen like that, listening to his every word seriously, but silently pinched the wine glass with her fingers.

He Chen didn't notice her mood change, he shook the ice cubes in the glass, and said in a very low tone, "I want you to think carefully, there is no other meaning.

You have also seen what happened to him tonight. As a brother, I shouldn't have said these words, but I still want to give you a few words of advice, just... Take precautions before they happen. "

Li Qiao nodded without thinking, "Yes."

He Chen licked his back molars, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said: "Although it's a bit difficult, I still hope you can try to accept everything about him.

Even if he is sick, he treats you with such seriousness and heart that I have never seen before.

Li Qiao, if you really love him, don't dislike him, even if he might hurt you when he gets sick, but that's definitely not his intention..."

...

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Qiao got off the car in front of the laboratory building.

She held the car door with one hand, turned around to look at He Chen in the back seat, nodded and said thank you.

The moment the door was closed, He Chen rubbed his forehead, "Sister and sister, don't tell Shaoyan what I told you."

"Um."

Li Qiao nodded in agreement, slammed the car door, and walked away step by step under He Chen's watchful eye.

Back in the dormitory, she didn't turn on the lights, took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, sat by the window and watched the moonlight and drank alone.