Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 11 Serious
After a day of meetings, Fu Tingjun was exhausted. The coffee brought by the secretary had already cooled down. He wanted to change it to a new one, but he stopped him. No matter how strong or hot the coffee was, he couldn't relieve his fatigue.

The sensible assistant didn't follow in, everything was quiet, only his cell phone rang without winking.

Fu Tingjun didn't want to talk to him, but unfortunately the other party was reluctant and had no choice but to press answer.

"Hey?"

With her eyes closed, her left hand was still pinching the center of her brow, the cold cell phone was pressed against her ear, and her voice was dull, as if the other party's wrong words would provoke him to scold him, but it's a pity that Tang Xue didn't like this.

She glanced at the electronic watch on the desk, and the pleasant voice was mixed with a little desertedness.

"Boss Fu really forgets things a lot. He promised to come here for consultation today, but I haven't seen anyone until now. I pushed back three appointments for you. Boss Fu isn't going to let me go, is he?"

Tang Xue said casually, staring at the back of her fair hand, thinking that such beautiful fingers should be painted with bright red nail polish, but unfortunately, her job does not recommend her to do so.

The job of a psychiatrist is to provide patients with psychological counseling and treatment by using their psychological knowledge to solve their psychological problems. If she dresses herself up beautifully, she is happy, but it can easily affect patients. Therefore, whether it is psychological Both doctors and consultation venues need to be gentle, comfortable and relaxing.

He was so busy that he didn't go home very much recently. Fu Tingjun had long forgotten about it. He didn't remember it until Tang Xue reminded him. After saying sorry, he asked her if he could change the time, or ask her when we had dinner together at night?

Tang Xue snorted disdainfully, if it wasn't for her senior brother's proposal, she wouldn't want to take care of this matter, but since the other party sincerely repented, she reluctantly agreed in accordance with the principle of curing the disease and saving the life, but if she was late this time, she would not be bothered at all. Save face.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Tingjun told his assistant a few words, and called home again. It was still the servant who answered the phone. The servant said that Yang Qingwei hadn't gone downstairs for the past few days. She ate and drank in the room. She was too skinny. Doctor Xu gave her Hanging the water twice...

After hearing this, Fu Tingjun went home directly, and called Tang Xue again in the car, asking if she could go to Zhenyuan?He can double or triple his consulting fee.When Tang Xue, who was packing her things, heard this, she thought of what her senior brother said before, and agreed without hesitation.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Tang Xue wouldn't have known that a person could really be skinny. She looked at the sickly woman lying on the bed and she shed tears. How much torture did she suffer to make a person so skinny? ?

"Yang..." Fu Tingjun squatted beside the bed and called her. Yang Qingwei looked disgusted, but still closed her eyes tightly.

Tang Xue put her white hand lightly on his shoulders, asked them to bring two cups of warm water, and opened the curtains, leaving only a thin layer of gauze curtains, and only turned on soft lights, waiting for them to bring the water up Then let them out.

Only Tang Xue and Yang Qingwei were left in the room.

The originally lively room suddenly became quiet, and Yang Qingwei's expression eased a lot. Tang Xue took out her mobile phone and charger, found a place far away from her to charge, then opened the music box, chose a soft and soothing music and clicked to play.

Yang Qingwei thought that she was the only one left in the room, but the sound of unfamiliar footsteps reminded her that there were other people in the room. Her eyes that were about to open were trembling slightly, but they still didn't open in the end.

Tang Xue was not in a hurry, moved a chair and sat one meter away from her, with a soothing voice.

"Relax, I'm not them!" The voice was gentle as if a gust of wind had gently brushed over her scarred heart, and Yang Qingwei's nerves relaxed a little.

"Close your eyes and calm down, do you feel the sunshine?"

(End of this chapter)