The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Chapter 193 Fanatic Fans' CV Male God 9

"Muppet Bear???"

Zhou Yan looked at the stuffed bear and spoke with some confusion. After all, this thing is usually liked by children, and adults rarely touch it.

Some people don’t like it as much when they grow up, and some people are just pretending to be reserved and are embarrassed to let others know.

"Yes, I heard that it was given to Xiaoyi by his friend from the orphanage. He has treasured it for many years and has to hold it in his arms every day to fall asleep."

Huang Zhao saw Zhou Yan's confusion, took the time to reply, and then took things out one by one.

Zhou Yan nodded in understanding, secretly took note of it, and prepared to ask his assistant to carefully check Nan Zhiyi's past, especially her affairs with the so-called friends.

'Thank you, Huang Zhaoge.'

Nan Zhiyi took the stuffed bear with a smile, hugged it tightly, buried his head in it, took a deep breath like a pervert, and his expression was visibly better.

Then he tore it open lovingly and placed it gently and carefully on the side of the bed.

"Hey, look at you, there's no need for us to be so polite.

By the way, this is your flute, I also brought it for you.

You've always wanted to learn to play the flute, but you were too busy before and didn't have the time. Now you can play it for fun when you have nothing to do."

As he spoke, Huang Zhao placed the white jade flute next to him, along with a thick stack of practice music scores.

Nan Zhiyi nodded with a smile, fiddled with the flute excitedly, and picked up an introductory music score to read.

Learning to play the flute was not just the original owner's dream, but an agreement with his good friends.

Unfortunately, the stuffed bear I sent was returned before it reached my friend, and I never had the chance to send it out again.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhiyi took out the flute and started practicing awkwardly, sobbing and intermittently, with occasional crackling sounds.

However, because it is an exclusive ward, the sound insulation is very good and no one has complained.

Seeing that he was suddenly immersed in his own world and focused on his own things, the other two stopped talking and left together.

The sound of the blowing stopped for a moment and then resumed. Since he was a beginner, he did not attract anyone's attention.

The two of them walked into the equally empty ward next door, one after the other, and closed the door.

"I wonder if Mr. Zhou specifically called me out. Is there something going on?"

Although Huang Zhao accepted that Zhou Yan was Xiaoyi's partner, he remained wary and cautious towards him until they got the marriage certificate.

It is very common for upper-class people to keep young people as their mistresses. Some say it is a romantic relationship, which becomes very exciting, but in the end the interest fades and the relationship ends in failure.

However, Xiaoyi was sensitive and insecure, so I didn't express my opposition in front of him.

Simply avoiding it won't make his condition better, so it's good that he's willing to take a step and try.

"Brother Huang Zhao, I want to know everything you know about Ayi?" Zhou Yan placed his hands on the legs of the chair and spoke respectfully and seriously.

Huang Zhao looked at the serious and respectful expression on the other side and it didn't seem fake.

His eyes were clear and bright without any bad meaning. He pulled a stool over, poured a glass of water for both of them, sat opposite them, and planned to have a long chat.

"I didn't intend to tell you, after all, this involves Xiaoyi's private affairs, and he had just been backstabbed by his ex-boyfriend.

But I see that you really want to be with Xiaoyi, so it’s okay for me to tell you something.

But I only know some things in general, not in detail."

Huang Zhao lowered his head and spoke, staring at the water cup in a daze.

"Xiaoyi and I met in college. He was a loner and had little contact with us. He always left early and came back late.

It wasn't until I went to submit my materials and passed by the practice room that I realized he actually had a great talent for dubbing.

It's so good that it's like a different person.

The imitated voices are varied and lifelike, sometimes like a naughty child, sometimes like a young man's youthful vigor and the domineering attitude of a king.

I was attracted by his talent and deliberately approached him to make friends.

As I got to know him better, I discovered that he was somewhat inferior, sensitive, suspicious, and seemed to particularly hate men... no, it should be called fear.

Even in ordinary contacts, he is as cautious as a frightened bird, but he is also as clear-minded as a child. He cherishes his friends and relatives very much, giving silently and not knowing how to refuse.

so……"

Zhou Yan listened carefully to his brief description and the trivialities of his life, trying hard to piece together his image.

But he found that it seemed a little different from what he knew, but he did not show any impatience.

After he finished speaking, he slowly asked what he was most concerned about at the moment, "So how much do you know about his illness?"

“He suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, you know?

In fact, I only found out about this because he was under a lot of pressure recently and showed symptoms of depression.

According to investigation, he seemed to have a bad relationship with other people in the orphanage when he was a child. He was withdrawn, timid, and unsociable, and was often bullied.

He finally had a good friend, who was soon adopted, and he became even more lonely and helpless.

And that friend seemed to have died of illness a few years ago.

He also had a serious reaction at that time, and it is possible that he had it before but it was not discovered.

I think it has something to do with his illness and his childhood friend, but I’m not sure about the details, so you need to research it yourself.”

"Okay, thank you for the information. Do you want to leave or stay a while?

I have sent the relevant information to my assistant Feng Ming. He will contact you and help you deal with it, and you will feel more relaxed. "

Seeing that he had understood everything he could for the moment, Zhou Yan looked at his watch from time to time and subconsciously peered into the next room.

“I’ll just go first.

You stay with him, I'll come to see him in the afternoon after I'm done with my work."

Huang Zhao knew from his look that the two of them probably had something to say and he didn't intend to be the annoying one, so he suggested leaving first.

When I returned to the room, Nan Zhiyi was no longer practicing, but was checking her phone again.

The internet is extremely polarized right now because of yesterday's incident, and I believe I feel sorry for him.

Those who don't believe it have been criticizing him for putting on a show to attract attention.

However, most passers-by occasionally come out to help and stand on his side.

I didn’t expect that the explanation letter and last night’s video would have a much better effect than expected.

It's another day to thank your opponents for giving you a kill.

Nan Zhiyi thought happily and read the comments.

The Star Beast trembled and hid in space, not daring to make a sound. This was a ruthless person who would not let go of any opportunity that could be exploited in order to achieve his goal.

"How can there be so many people suffering from depression in this world? Isn't this just a show to whitewash yourself?"

"That's bullshit. If you don't understand, read more and learn more."

"Did your brain fall into the pit of manure? Or did you forget to fish it out?"

"As expected, fans follow their masters. There are still some people who slip through the net of compulsory education these days."

"This is the first time I've heard of intentional injury being whitewashed by tying it to love.

Let alone being cheated on, even if it is a real mistress, you can’t ignore the law, directly drug someone, destroy someone’s career, and launch an online attack, right?”