Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 387 Doctor, Am I Really Sick?
I don't know how long it has been in Zhan Jincheng's arms, Song Chaoyu couldn't fall asleep after closing his eyes.

This feeling made her feel too uncomfortable. She looked at Zhan Jincheng next to him. Zhan Jincheng had already fallen asleep. His eyelashes were slender and the bridge of his nose was straight. Even with his eyes closed, there was still a stern look on his face. Song Chaoyu couldn't help reaching out to touch him.

For some unknown reason, Zhan Jincheng frowned all the time, Song Chaoyu put his hand on his brow, Zhan Jincheng's brow unexpectedly relaxed, she took a deep breath, and got off the bed.

At this moment, Song Zhaoyu suddenly became upset. She stood in front of the mirror with disheveled hair and looked at her face. During the time she stayed in Yuncheng, her face was indeed darker, and her face could be seen to be thinner. The rain went to the windowsill to blow the cold wind.

This feeling really broke her down, and she couldn't fall asleep every day. She went to the drawer to look for sleeping pills, and when she opened it, she found that there were only the last two pills left. Song Zhaoyu thought about it, and put both pills in her mouth. inside.

She touched her face, looking at the obvious dark circles under her eyes, her face looked tired.She knew that she couldn't go on like this anymore, and she promised Tang Yu to see a psychiatrist, but she kept putting it off, and this time she really went.

Early the next morning, when Zhan Jincheng opened his eyes, he found that Song Chaoyu was sitting on the sofa with a ponytail tied casually, and when he turned around, he looked listless.

Zhan Jincheng worriedly walked up to Song Chaoyu, holding her cheek: "Why did you wake up so early? Don't you want to sleep for a while?" He then quickly kissed her on the forehead.

Song Chaoyu smiled sweetly, and shook his head at Zhan Jincheng: "I'm not sleepy anymore."

She followed Zhan Jincheng, tidied up, and the two walked downstairs holding hands. The servant had already prepared breakfast and waited for the two of them. Song Chaoyu and Zhan Jincheng sat down facing each other, eating breakfast, Zhan Jincheng Jin Cheng's eyes never left Song Chaoyu's face.

"What's the matter, why didn't you rest?" He noticed that Song Chaoyu's face was dark and lifeless.

Song Chaoyu shook his head, asked Zhan Jincheng tentatively, and asked, "Do you have anything to do today?" She thought, if possible, let Zhan Jincheng accompany her to see a psychiatrist, There was a sense of comfort in her heart.

Zhan Jincheng poured a glass of milk and placed it in front of Song Chaoyu, then picked up a tissue and naturally wiped the corners of Song Chaoyu's mouth that was stained with sauce.

"It's been a long time since I went to the company. There are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with." Zhan Jincheng said calmly.

Song Chaoyu didn't bring up the matter of seeing a psychiatrist, anyway, it wasn't a big deal, and there was no need for him to accompany her.

"What are you doing, are you reluctant to part with me?" Zhan Jincheng had a smirk on his lips, and his eyes were full of affection.

Song Chaoyu ate breakfast on his own, and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, it's not at all!" She shook her head helplessly.

Zhan Jincheng felt a little lost in his heart, and was about to leave after cleaning up. He hugged Song Zhaoyu tightly from behind, and said in her ear: "Wait for me obediently at home, don't run around, I will be there soon I'm back." After speaking, a kiss fell on Song Chaoyu's face.

After Song Chaoyu came to his senses, he stared at Zhan Jincheng's back and walked out the door, but the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily.

Zhan Jincheng didn't have time, Song Chaoyu thought to himself, it's better to tell Tang Yu to see a psychiatrist by himself, otherwise he would always be thinking about it and kept urging himself. Thinking of this, Song Zhaoyu picked up his phone.

After Tang Yu picked up the phone, the inside was extremely chaotic. Song Chaoyu couldn't hear what Tang Yu said clearly, so he could only raise his voice: "Brother, I'm going to see a psychiatrist today." Did Yu hear it?

"Okay, okay." After saying two simple words, Tang Yu's voice came quickly: "Zhaoyu, I have a client here who wants to meet, so I won't talk to you for now, I will talk about it when you go home." As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Yu hung up the phone.

Song Zhaoyu was preparing to go to the psychologist recommended by Chen Ziyang, she simply cleaned up, feeling a little uneasy for no reason.

On the way to the clinic, Song Chaoyu was praying silently, hoping that nothing happened to him.

Arriving at the psychological counseling studio mentioned by Chen Ziyang, Song Zhaoyu got out of the car.This studio is not in a busy city, but in a relatively remote suburb. Song Chaoyu observed the outside of the studio. Looking at many oil paintings, she thought to herself that a psychiatrist should be a very individual person.

Song Chaoyu walked in and was led into the second floor.Pushing open the office door, a woman in a white coat stood up from her seat. She had a smile on her face. Although her demeanor was cold, she also gave Song Chaoyu a sense of intimacy.

The decoration of the office is also very unique, and there are many small ornaments, Song Chaoyu was attracted immediately.

"Are you Song Chaoyu?" The doctor's doubtful voice fell, and Song Zhaoyu nodded slightly.

"My name is Luo Yi. I have heard from Chen Ziyang that you are coming over a long time ago. Sit down quickly." Unlike ordinary doctors, Luo Yi kindly opened the seat in front of her.

Song Zhaoyu sat down cautiously, still looking around.

"Don't be nervous, Chen Ziyang has already told me your general situation." Luo Yi tried to get closer to Song Chaoyu.She exudes a capable aura, Song Zhaoyu can feel that she should be very experienced.

After talking with Luo Yi for a while, Song Chaoyu also began to relax.Luo Yi began to ask Song Chaoyu simple questions, and Song Zhaoyu answered them one by one indifferently.

"Will it be a dream? What will it be?" Luo Yi picked up a pen in his hand, and his expression became serious.

A smile bloomed on Song Chaoyu's face: "I will dream of my brother and my mother." As she spoke, she suddenly thought of many things, thinking of Tang Chende warning herself that they were all killed by her, and Song Chaoyu controlled them. Can't help but become excited.

Her expression suddenly became stiff, with tears in her eyes, she kept talking to Luo Yi.

"It was me, they left because of me." She lowered her head and kept shaking her head, Luo Yi in front of her looked a little embarrassed.

She let Song Chaoyu cry in front of her, carefully observing her changes.

After her emotions finally stabilized for a while, she handed Song Chaoyu a pen and a questionnaire.

Song Zhaoyu filled it out seriously.

Unknowingly for more than an hour, Song Chaoyu's expression returned to normal again, and she asked suspiciously: "Dr. Luo Yi, I'm fine." Landing on Luo Yi, he picked up his bag and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)