Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 184: Brother Song Furious and Meng Er Returns (3)
Been through a lot...

Zhao Qing secretly thought, when the two arrived at the company together, Song Wang who got out of the car was already much more normal.

Tall and handsome, with a straight back, he is wearing a black suit, and he is always better looking than ordinary people. At this moment, he is walking beside him without saying a word, but his picturesque eyebrows are covered with a layer of coldness, and strangers should not get close.

Zhao Qing took another look, and felt something strange.

After a long time, he naturally knows that this person will always have an elegant appearance outside, the kind that can easily win people's favor. If he wants, he can make everyone around him feel like a spring breeze.

Silence and indifference should actually be quite far away from him.

Shao Zhengze was silent and indifferent, high above him, like Xue, Chu Feng was also silent and indifferent, except for Bai Mo, everyone else was indifferent, and Jin Yunqing was also silent and indifferent, but with a bit of closedness that didn't care about world affairs.

My big brother is the one who can keep the three of them silent in minutes.

Zhao Qing was thinking depressedly, the two of them had already entered the revolving glass door.

Mr. Song comes to work on Friday, which is really rare. The girl who was answering the phone at the front desk was stunned for two seconds before suddenly saying: "Mr. Song, good morning."

Song Wang had already arrived at the elevator entrance without looking sideways.

The group of people holding the folder was excited and nervous, and the "Mr. Song Zao" one after another fell in their ears.

Song Wang looked up, his eyes wandered for a week, and he nodded lightly. Zhao Qing pressed the special elevator, and the two of them went straight in.

"Come to work on Friday!"

"It seemed like a long time came yesterday!"

"It's been hard to come every day this week!"

"You don't look happy today, why are you still so handsome!"

"He's married, girl!"

The cheerful discussions of the employees in suits and leather shoes were blocked from the elevator. The two went up to the top floor and entered the president's office without turning their eyes.

There were several documents accumulated on the table. After Song Wang sat down, he lowered his head and looked at it intently. Zhao Qing, who was beside him, looked at it for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows in depression.

He hasn't spoken since he left the house. Could it be that this person quarreled with that one?
It doesn't look like it should.

Song Wang looked at it for more than half an hour, reached out and pushed the document in front of him to the side, leaned back, sat on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"Brother." Zhao Qing called him, "Could it be a family quarrel?"

"No." Song Wang opened his eyes and replied directly, and continued, "It's okay."

He answered quickly, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said: "Call Jin Yunhao later, and make an appointment for a psychologist for me, hurry up, in the afternoon."

"Pfft!" Zhao Qing pulled the corners of his lips in surprise, "Psychiatrist."

"Yes. A psychiatrist." Song Wang didn't seem to be joking, "Professional. We'll go there in the afternoon."

"Brother, this is it!" Zhao Qing couldn't laugh or cry, "You don't think you have a psychological problem, do you? You've been thinking about this early in the morning."

"I don't think there is." Song Wang pressed his eyebrows, "It should be."

Zhao Qing stared at him dumbfounded, Song Wang raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and said, "Okay, don't dawdle. If you are told to go, go, so much nonsense."

"Okay." Zhao Qing nodded, just turned around and came back to his senses, and kindly reminded, "Or No. 1 civilian hospital. If this incident alarms Dean Jin, it may reach Mr. Shao's ears gone."

He should see your jokes...

Zhao Qing silently added in his heart.

"One hospital is one hospital." Song Wang nodded, "I just went to work in the afternoon after making an appointment."

Zhao Qing responded and went out, Song Wang stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and raised his eyes to the sky thoughtfully.

The sun is bright in April, but it is not as bright as the bright sky of Qingcheng in memory.

Recently, he thought of Qingcheng many times.

The last time Siqi had a fever, he felt that something was wrong. It seemed that after getting married, his possessive desire for her had always been strong, and the longer he got along, the more it grew.

I can't wait to be with her all the time, I want to hug her, I want to kiss her, I want her, I don't know how to restrain myself.

Seeing her with other men is always uncomfortable, even if he believes that she will not betray him, without her at night, he will suffer from insomnia, thinking all day and all night, it is difficult to sleep.

This is the disease?

Because she is afraid of betrayal and loss, because she is too kind to herself, and this kind of kindness makes him rely on him, but often feels unstable.

Siqi is clearly younger than him, but she is too gentle and tolerant, her eyes sparkle when she smiles, and he always sees his mother in a daze.That beautiful and fragile woman, she fell in a pool of blood at the end, with a smile on her lips.

She loves her father like crazy, paranoid and fierce, it is actually a kind of disease.

Is it because of my temper that I follow her?

Song Wang actually didn't know, he felt quite a headache, he strangled the little woman in his arms last night, he didn't want to sleep anymore, he always felt that he might strangle her to death in his sleep next time.

He clearly loved her so much, and the tears in her eyes made his heart ache.

How could he be willing to hurt her?

The last time Cheng Yu slapped him, he suddenly woke up and felt that he was in a daze, but this time, he deeply felt that he was sick.

His possessiveness towards Siqi is really too strong, it has already exceeded the normal emotional range, and her blind tolerance made him fall into a deep trap, unable to extricate himself.

Zhao Qing made a phone call, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived at the No.1 Civilian Hospital.

After chatting with the old professor who made an appointment for nearly an hour, Song looked out of the room, looking a little more relaxed.

"How?" Zhao Qing couldn't help asking.

"It's okay." Song Wang smiled, "Go to the film and television city. Pick up Siqi."

Possessiveness is not a disease, but if it is allowed to develop for a long time, it will inevitably lead to anxiety and mania, and may eventually develop into a mental illness.

(End of this chapter)