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what? She's mean?

Tang Mianmian was angry and his chest fluctuated violently.

Anxiously gestured, "Xun Wenhui, you said... What do you want to do?"

"What?"

When Xun Wenhui lifted his eyelids, he gave her a look.

"What do you think I want to do? What you said... Didn't I say it? I just want to make a soup and let him mend his body. He works so hard every day. Can't I express my gratitude? "

Her eyes rolled and narrowed.

"No, you ask me... What do you think I want to do?"

She paused. "You don't think... I want to have any idea about fourteen? Oh, you can't do this to me! "

Tang Mianmian was angry and clenched his hand tightly.

She knew that Xun Wenhui was not easy to provoke, so... That day she wanted to make an accident and burn her directly! Where do you know that Qinghuan broke her business at that time and now let her face Xun Wenhui every day!

The two are deadlocked, each thinking.

Upstairs, footsteps came.

"It's Fourteen!"

Xun Wenhui was overjoyed and turned to walk outside the kitchen.

"..." Tang Mianmian was worried and hurriedly pulled her.

Why should she come up? They two, she is Chu Mo's wife! Why is Xun Wenhui always in front of her?

"Oh, what are you dragging me for?"

Xun Wenhui looked surprised and impolitely broke away Tang Mianmian and went straight out. In a hurry, Tang Mianmian squeezes past with her.

At the entrance of the stairs, Chu Mo and Rong Yao came down together.

Tang Mianmian just raised her hand, but no matter how fast she was, she was not as fast as Xun Wenhui's mouth!

"Fourteen, are you down?"

Xun Wenhui walked forward with a smile.

Tang Mianmian stared at her angrily. This woman is so hateful!

"Yes."

Chu Mo looked in their direction and nodded slightly.

Xun Wenhui smiled and said, "the soup is ready... The food is ready, and you can have dinner."

Then he looked at Rong Yao behind him.

Said, "Rong Yao, let's go together."

She looks like the hostess here. How can Tang Mianmian bear it? Where did Xun Wenhui put her? Tang Mianmian was angry. He took two steps forward, raised his hand and was about to compete.

However, Chu Mo stopped her.

"Mian Mian..."

He looked at Xun Wenhui again. "Wenhui, Rong Yao and I are going out now. You can eat together."

If there is anything else that makes Tang Yunding happy, it is that Tang Mianmian and Xun Wenhui get along well. Not like in Haicheng at that time, Xun Wenhui and Qinghuan... Always make trouble every three or five times.

This

Tang Mianmian frowned and worried. Chu Mo has been eating away from home recently. Naturally, she is unhappy.

She raised her hand and wanted to play.

However, this time, Xun Wenhui got ahead of her and said, "are there social parties? That should be... Then go quickly. "

Then he looked at Tang Mianmian and said with a smile, "don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

"Well, good."

Chu Mo nodded and looked at Rong Yao, "let's go."

"Yes, less ink."

“……”

From the beginning to the end, Tang Mianmian didn't have the opportunity to communicate with Chu mo. she could only look at the back of Chu Mo and leave the porch.

As soon as the door closed, Tang Mianmian angrily stared at Xun Wenhui.

Xun Wenhui shrugged. "What's your expression?"

"Don't you know?"

Tang Mianmian gestured, "Why are you ahead of me in everything! Chu Mo is my husband. "

"Yes."

Xun Wenhui stared and looked inexplicably, "fourteen is your husband. Did I say anything? You're strange. "

As he spoke, he walked to the kitchen.

"Stop thinking. It's not good for you to think like this... Come on, the food is ready and it's going to be cold."

Tang Mianmian is behind her, holding his palm and gnashing his teeth. How can this be good? She can't stand this Xun Wenhui for a day! In the end, how can I make her disappear?

——

Psychological clinic.

Today is not the day when Shi Qinghuan decided to come for a follow-up visit.

She changed with song Yingqi temporarily. When she came, song Yingqi didn't come. She was in the reception room. The nurse poured her a cup of tea and told her to wait.

The door opened and song Yingqi arrived.

"Qinghuan." Song Yingqi smiled, "sorry, I'm late."

"No." Shi Qinghuan shook his head and stood up, "it's me, please..."

"Come in and say."

Song Yingqi opens the door of his office and takes Shi Qinghuan in.

He put down his bag and asked, "why do you suddenly want to change the time? So... Did Zhan Bei come with you? "

"No."

Shi Qinghuan frowned and shook his head for me, "Dr. Song, I don't want Zhan Bei to accompany me, so I changed the time."

"Huh?"

Song Yingqi was stunned and nodded thoughtfully, "what do you want to say to me alone?"

"Yes."

Shi Qinghuan nodded, thought for a moment, faltered and said.

"Dr. Song, i... have anorexia."

"Misogyny?"

Song Yingqi was surprised and said, "you mean... You can't talk to men..."

They didn't finish, but they knew the meaning.

Facing the doctor, Shi Qinghuan didn't need to be hypocritical, nodded, "yes, I can't."

"But..."

Song Yingqi thought, "then you and Zhanbei..."

"We..."

Shi Qinghuan bit his lower lip and shook his head, "only holding hands and... A simple kiss."

"Can't... Go deep?"

Song Yingqi frowned and confirmed.

"Yes." Shi Qinghuan nodded.

"Deep meeting..." Song Yingqi continued, "there is a physiological reaction of disgust, right?"

"... yes." Shi Qinghuan nodded difficultly.

God!

Song Yingqi closes his eyes. He really cries for Huo Zhanbei

"Zhan Bei doesn't know?"

"He doesn't know." Shi Qinghuan frowned. "I've seen a doctor before and said... This is related to my heart knot, so I think if I think of what happened a year ago, I can untie my heart knot."

"Yes."

Song Yingqi nodded. "In theory, it is."

However, so far, there is no breakthrough tension in her treatment.

Shi Qinghuan asked, "Dr. Song, can you keep this secret for me? Don't tell Zhanbei. "

"Nature."

Song Yingqi nodded, "respecting the privacy of patients is my professional ethics."

"Thank you."

Shi Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, Dr. Song, I remember one thing... Maybe it will help me with my disease."

"Oh?" Song Yingqi hurriedly asked, "what's the matter?"

"Well... I dreamed when I dreamed."

Shi Qinghuan was not sure, "I don't know if it's true... I saw the nameplate of my Dean's father. His name is... Donald."