Qiu Qianghai didn't give him a single sight.

I didn't change my sitting posture, and even my pupils didn't move slightly, as if I was calm and composed as an old monk entered into meditation.

Anton Bolin looked downward and looked at his hands that were placed on the sofa, clenched into fists, knowing that he was not as calm as he was on his face.

As long as he mentions this topic, Qiu Qianghai will give him ruthless resistance.

"Swish!" Qiu Qianghai sneered.

He finally moved.

His eyes shifted to Anton Bolin, who was sitting opposite him.

Qiu Qianghai stared at Anton Bolin with cold eyes, and a evil smile appeared on the corner of his lips, destroying the only gentlemanly demeanor he had.

He just listened to him slowly: "A frank conversation? You are afraid you want to push me into hell and never have a day to turn over."

"How could it be? Your current problem comes from that lady. I think you need to communicate further in-depth, which will help your condition recover, be more stable than drug treatment, and be effective quickly."

Anton Bolin's tone was very surprised.

Qiu Qianghai's eyes suddenly showed his fierce and cruel light, and his face was as cold as water.

After staring at Anton Bolin for a while, Qiu Qianghai's face returned to its former gentleness, but it was still lustful.

A grim smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his voice was filled with malice: "If she knew, I wanted to dig out her eyes and store them preciously, so that her beautiful eyes could only look at me, would she be afraid, or even leave me forever?

If she wanted to leave, I would imprison her in this house forever. No one could see her. Only me and her stay here, and we would never be separated for the rest of our lives.

Do you guess if she will escape to one after she knows it, and I will never find her place?"

Seeing Anton Bolin's expression of shock and surprise appeared on his face because of his words, Qiu Qianghai slowly lowered his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips turned into self-deprecating.

After a while, he looked up, his face blank: "I won't tell her, otherwise I will lose her forever."

This is his truest thought.

On the day he knew Amin's identity, he became ill.

When he was sick, he was thinking that her eyes were so beautiful, it would be great if she could only look at him.

Or lock the other person in this house and no one comes to disturb them, that would be better.

However, the only reason told him that he could not do that.

He would scare her.

When Anton Bolin heard Qiu Qianghai's words, his face was not only shocked at the beginning, but also recovered as before in the shortest time.

There was no extra expression on his face, as if the patient had a reaction like this was normal.

Holding the pen in your hand, quickly recording something on the run.

Anton Bolin spoke in a gentle tone, with a little comfort: "I can understand Mr. Qiu's idea, but you can't keep her in mind forever. The problem is back to the beginning. Now your knot is on that lady.

We need to be more honest with each other in terms of relationships. This is the most basic thing. To let her know that your emotions are the first step. I suggest that you can get closer together every time you meet and contact each other, whether it is movement or conversation, which will relieve your uneasiness.
Chapter completed!