Chapter 650

Fu Heng Xiu pinched the water cup in his hand, his body slightly forward, his whole body muscles are tight, his voice is a little tight, "is it in the concert?"

"Yes." The agent looked at him. "I suspect you've split up a personality again. Recently, you've stopped all your work and went to see a psychologist."

"Good." Fu Heng Xiu nodded without expression. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned on the head of the bed and said coldly, "is there anything else? I'm sleepy when I go out without anything

The agent shook his head and said, "I'll get in touch with you as soon as possible."

He went to the door and looked back at the man on the bed, showing a trace of indifference. His hands on both sides were tightly clenched, and his whole body was in a tight state.

For now, there is no worse news.

This personality is sudden, there is no omen at all.

He can't imagine what to do if he wakes up and splits up a personality?

The agent shook his head, Fu hengxiu's road is not easy to go, he also wants to become the idol of all-round development.

Once this matter is used by the opponent, he will be completely confused.

Fu Heng Xiu closed his eyes and his chest kept rising and falling. He felt that his chest was suppressing a stream of anger.

"Crunchy,"

The sound of closing the door.

He suddenly opened his eyes and came to the bathroom. Looking at the figure reflected in the huge mirror, he suddenly felt terrible.

Such he is like a monster, obviously his body will do things he does not know.

He clapped a handful of cold water on his face and looked at the face. "You'd better not come out to make trouble, or..."

The last two words, as if his whisper, gently spit out from the tip of the tongue, but with a strong threat.

Otherwise, the net will be broken.

This night Fu Heng Xiu closed his eyes, but a cold sweat came out all over him. He felt that he was trapped in a swamp. He cried for a long time, but no one saved him.

Only a lonely person was left, sinking deeper and deeper in the swamp.

And at the other end of the distance, there's a man with the same nightmare.

"Ah Jiang Shi suddenly opened his eyes, chest constantly ups and downs, big mouth breathing the air.

After a while, he reflected and looked up at his environment.

Next to him was a large French window. One of the windows was creaking. His whole body was cold and was blown by the wind.

By the moonlight of the window, he got out of bed and turned on the light, which gave him a clear picture of the environment in the room.

Where am I now? Isn't he at the concert?

Reflexively, he touched his forehead and began to feel cold without any pain.

Hey, wait.

These hands?

It's not his.

At the concert, he sang a song with a microphone in his hand. He remembered clearly that his hands were white and slender, but their bones were broad, which was a little bigger than his hands.

This room is obviously a man's room. There is no mirror in it. After looking for it for a long time, a piece of debris came out and reluctantly looked at it.

Those long and narrow eyes are rippling, and their thin lips are slightly pursed at the moment.

This is his face, so what happened to the concert just now?

When Jiang Shi was wondering, the door outside was banging, and a rough male voice came out, "open the door!"