Chapter 1722

As Mo Yiheng drives away, Fang Jiamei doesn't go back to the piano shop. Instead, she takes a taxi and goes back to her apartment. She goes to the kitchen mat, opens the cupboard, takes out a bottle of medicine, holds it in her hand, turns around and goes out

Came to the hospital asked the doctor to help explain, Fang Jiamei just know what these drugs are for.

Psychodepressants.

"What, what do you mean?" Fang Jiamei was at a loss.

The doctor patiently explained: "in short, it is used to control emotions. It is generally used for people with mental illness or depression. However, this kind of medicine has great side effects and will fall into a trance after eating."

Mental illness depression?

Fang Jiamei was surprised and swallowed.

If Mo Yiheng takes these drugs, isn't it He's not very good mentally?

Out of the hospital, Fang Jiamei's mood is a little complicated.

She felt that she should be afraid at this time, but she didn't, instead

I want to know this person more and more.

This man looks lonely and gloomy.

Looking at the bottle of medicine in the palm of her hand, Fang Jiamei pursed her lips, and her eyes were at a loss.

……

Knowing such a secret, it is impossible for Fang Jiamei to face Mo Yiheng as before. Her eyes are always dodging and her words are cautious.

Mo Yiheng is very sharp, and soon he realized that she was wrong. Looking at her eating little by little, her face is almost buried in the bowl.

Eyes slightly a lift, the top of the cabinet did not close to cover, revealing some cracks.

Mo Yiheng's heart tightened for a moment, looked at the woman around him and lowered his eyes slowly, holding the bowl with a little force

Fang Jiamei took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but she was thinking about it all the time.

If he has mental illness, why don't he tell her?

And what happened to that thing in the newspaper?

It says that two people were killed, so he

Fang Jiamei was a little confused. She didn't know what to do.

Although they don't need love, he knows his own things very well, and Fang Jiamei is willing to let him know himself, but he never seems to let her know.

What to do

You can't just run away, you can't just ask.

Mo Yiheng sat on the sofa, looking at her back, eyes gloomy.

She must have known something, or the use of those drugs, so she would give him that look in the afternoon in the car.

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as time goes by, no one mentions anything, but Fang Jiamei obviously feels that they are talking less and less, getting along more and more awkwardly, and the just harmonious relationship seems to return to the origin in silence.

Even worse than the origin.

This atmosphere continued until Fang Jiamei started school. After she went to school, she stepped into the new semester. There were many things to do, many more courses than before, and all kinds of examinations.

Fang Jiamei gradually became busy. She did her homework very late and fell asleep every day. She trained more and more cello, and her fingers were stiff and numb.

So a week after the start of school, she got sick with a glorious cold.

Take out the thermometer, it shows 39 degrees seven, um It's a new high.

After inhaling her stuffy nose, Fang Jiamei took a cold medicine, closed the curtain, and fell asleep wrapped in a quilt

When Mo Yiheng came back, she was already in a coma, her forehead was hot, and the cold medicine on the table was not for fever.

Muddleheaded.

Dimly, Fang Jiamei felt that someone was taking care of herself all the time, and her movements were very gentle.