Love is endless: She is about to run away with someone else, but you can still sleep...

After Fengchen answered the phone, Lan Mufei had already put the newspaper back to its original place, but his expression was very bad.

"Why do you look so bad? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" he asked with concern.

Lan Mufei shook her head, and the light in her eyes dimmed. It happened that Ye Sang was taking a break during filming, so she quickly went over with Feng Chen and arranged for Ye Sang and Feng Chen to be photographed by reporters for a press conference in Paris.

Lan Mufei was absent-minded and listless all afternoon. After Fengchen visited the class, he left beforehand. Seeing that her face was not good, he became concerned again.

If necessary, he can take her to the hospital. He will stay in New York for the next two days. If you need anything, you can contact him!

Lan Mufei nodded and thanked him perfunctorily for his concern.

………………The young master asks for the dividing line of the red envelope………………

I returned to the hotel in the evening and after taking a shower, the feeling of fatigue never disappeared. I hesitated for a long time and finally turned on the computer and entered the keyword: Stockholm syndrome into the browser.

The newspaper she saw today reported a large-scale news report on a rape. This kind of thing is common and unavoidable no matter which country or era it is in. However, this report is not just an ordinary rape news, but It focuses on the victim falling in love with the rapist after rape.

Experts define this behavior as Stockholm Syndrome.

Experts conduct in-depth research: There is a fragile bottom line to the fear that humans can bear.

When a person encounters a ferocious killer who is unreasonable and wants to take her life at any time, the hostage will gradually hand over the right to life to the murderer. The longer the time goes by, the hostage will eat a mouthful of food, drink a mouthful of water, and take a breath with every breath. Everyone will feel that it is the kindness and mercy of the terrorists. For the thugs who kidnapped them, fear will turn into gratitude for him, and then into a kind of worship. Finally, the hostages will also subconsciously believe that the thugs' safety is their own safety.

This weakness of succumbing to violence is called: Stockholm Syndrome!

The most common cases are robbery and murder, abuse of women, incest, etc.

People can be tamed, this is the most straightforward and naked saying in Stockholm Syndrome.

Within half an hour, Lan Mufei closed the browser and refused to read any more. She adjusted the temperature in the room to a higher temperature, but she still felt cold in her limbs.

He arched his knees and hugged himself with his arms, curling up in the corner of the sofa, his eyes dull and his expression pale, like a soulless body.

From the last day in Japan to the day before arriving in New York, she seemed to be having a dream, and the dreamer was supposed to be someone she hated. Since when did she involuntarily have thoughts and thoughts that she shouldn't have? …

Even if the seven years did not constitute the so-called "rape", there should not be the surge of emotions today seven years later.

Lan Mufei, are you crazy?

Has the success of Paris Fashion Week made you forget your identity and who you are?

Have you forgotten who he is?

Her white teeth bit her red lips tightly, falling into unreasonable entanglement and struggle.

The silver bracelet still shines...

The cell phone buzzed obsessively over and over again in the silent room, as if it was going to wait until she answered.

Lan Mufei was stunned, as if he had made up his mind not to answer the call!

The lights are bright, the city is bustling and blurry, but the room is deserted and lonely...it lingers for a long time.

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Paris, gray sky, dawn is approaching.

Standing in front of the bedroom window, Louis Yingwidow heard a cold voice from the mobile phone: "Sorry, the user you dialed has not responded yet, please call again later..."

The mechanical voice has no emotion and is repeated over and over again, making it annoying.

Han Qiao's brows were raised, with a hint of coolness. Maybe he was too spoiled to her. Last time he hung up the phone, but now it's better to just not answer the phone.

It seems that the little lessons given to her in Japan are not enough and need to be sorted out.

He turned around and walked to his bed. Unexpectedly, Baozi ran into his room, nestled on his bed, and slept on his quilt without any courtesy.

Throwing the phone on the bed casually, Baozi woke up, raised his head to look at him, then lay down and continued to sleep.

Louis Yingwu sat down and poked Baozi's head with his clean and beautiful fingers, "I just want to sleep. She will run away with someone else, but you can still sleep..."

Baozi closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

He continued to poke its head, each time with greater strength, "Do you think it's because I was too nice to her, but she didn't take it seriously..."

"She should be afraid of me..."

"..."

Baozi was probably annoyed by his prodding. He suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his sharp claws without hesitation. Although the cat's claws were trimmed, they could still hurt people, leaving three slender streaks on his hands.

The blood stains, the bright red blood seeping out slowly...

Louis Ying's eyes suddenly tightened, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped several degrees.

He raised his palm to pack Baozi, and after his eyes met Baozi's serious expression, his palm paused in mid-air...

After a long time, a cold voice sounded in the room: "Get out!"

Baozi licked his cat's paw and looked at him for a long time. He probably knew that he was wrong. He jumped down with his tail wagging dejectedly and quickly disappeared from the room.

Louis Yingwidow looked down at the wound on his hand. He did not wipe the blood or call the domestic helper. He stared at the wound and his eyes gradually deepened.

Perhaps, cats and women both have the same virtue: *No!

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When Fengchen's visit and work were over, they were not in a hurry to return to Paris. They waited in New York for their work to be over and then went back together.

On the last day of Ye Sang's commercial shooting, Lan Mufei and Feng Chen walked casually near Ye Sang's shooting location in the afternoon, and the two chatted without a word.

Feng Chen seemed to notice that she was not in a good mood these past two days, and he did not force her to say it, but he was more considerate in his words and actions.

"Fengchen, why did Grace and the Count break off their engagement?" Lan Mufei, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. Fengchen paused and looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Curious." Lan Mufei said lightly, "If it's not convenient to say it, forget it."

Feng Chen lowered his head and smiled, looking at her sincerely, "Grace has never mentioned the specific reason for breaking off the engagement to me!"

"During the time when the engagement was broken off, she was in a very bad mood. She often called me, but never mentioned the reason. In fact, it didn't matter what the reason was, because even if she and the earl were engaged, marriage would never be possible.

!”

Lan Mufei almost blurted out and asked: "Why?"

"I think you've heard about Grace's infertility, but do you know why?"

"Isn't it because the catwalk collapsed and the uterus was damaged after falling?" Lan Mufei vaguely felt that what Feng Chen was about to say might be the real truth, and it was terrifying.

Feng Chen curled his lips and sneered: "Falling off the catwalk can break the entire uterus?" After a pause, his voice was cold: "The collapse of the catwalk was not an accident, it was arranged by Mrs. Hong, and she also arranged it in the hospital.

The good people cut off Grace's fallopian tube directly."

His words were like heavy winter snow, making Lan Mufei feel trapped in an ice cellar, almost suffocating. A kind of coldness surged up from the lowest part of her heart.

She almost couldn't believe what Feng Chen said, that a woman could be so cruel as to cut off another woman's fallopian tube, preventing her from being a mother for the rest of her life!

How cruel must one be to do this!

"Because she doesn't want Grace to marry the earl!" Lan Mufei tugged her thin lips lightly, her voice was calm without any fluctuation, but her heart was extremely flustered.

Feng Chen pursed his lips and smiled sarcastically: "For this reason, the Earl insists on getting engaged to Grace, but the engagement will not turn into a marriage after all!"

Lan Mufei didn't speak and walked forward slowly. It seemed that the breakup of the engagement between Grace and the Earl had nothing to do with her...

only.......

This seemed to make her understand something.

Any woman who doesn't like Madam Red will not end well if she gets close to the Earl...

For example - grace.

Or... Lan Mufei from seven years ago!

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In the evening, Feng Chen hosted a dinner party for all the staff. Naturally, Lan Mufei and Ye Sang also had to be there, so they inevitably had to drink some wine.

Lan Mufei had suffered a lot with alcohol, so naturally she didn't dare to drink too much. She had a certain standard in her heart, and she had to keep some clear sense no matter what.

However, because Ye Sang was happy and was the heroine of an advertisement, she naturally drank a lot and became drunk.

Feng Chen had a good drinking capacity. He drank a lot but was still very sober. He accompanied Lan Mu Fei to send Ye Sang back to the room.

Lan Mufei and Ye Sang were not on the same floor of the hotel they booked this time. After seeing Ye Sang off, she had to take the elevator to the 12th floor, while Feng Chen, a gentleman, had to see her off to the door of the room.

The elevator descended slowly. Lan Mufei was a little dizzy due to the alcohol in her head. She naturally leaned against the wall of the elevator. In addition, her mood was not high, and she felt like she was in a state of decline.

Feng Chen looked at her with warm eyes and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want the waiter to send you some hangover medicine?"

Lan Mufei shook his head. He still recognized that the person in front of him was Feng Chen, but his eyes were already a little confused, "No, I'll just go back and take a nap."

The elevator opened, Fengchen blocked it with his hand, "Be careful..."

I didn't reach out to support her at this time, because I didn't want to offend her with physical contact.

Fortunately, Lan Mufei's steps were relatively steady, and the line she walked out was straight, not crooked.

Feng Chen followed her, focusing on her, fearing that she would accidentally fall and hurt herself.
To be continued...