Just Don't Say I Love You

Lin Weikang was so angry that his eyes almost glared out, "what do you mean?"

I lifted my hand and dusted the dandruff off his shoulder and laughed. "Uncle is a smart man. Of course he knows what I mean."

Lin Weikang's face stinks as much as the stone in the pit, and his masseter muscles are taut on both sides.

I stepped back, closed my laptop screen and looked at a group of shareholders with a smile.

"Why so many people." Lin ziyue rushed in breathlessly, squeezed open the shareholders blocking the door, and quickly walked to my father's hospital bed, "Dad, how do you feel?"

"So many people came to visit early in the morning, and it felt great." I ironically, pretending to be naive looking at Lin Weikang, "uncle, do you have something to say to my dad?"

"Well, it's a big battle." Lin ziyue satirized with a smile, "I really think you can sit in my father's position, like my father, let Lin's share price rise year by year?"

Lin Weikang's face can't be described with difficulty. If it hadn't been for other shareholders, I have no doubt that he would be rude.

"Let's see chairman Wang Lin today." Some shareholders changed their business.

I picked my eyebrows and refused to comment.

After someone made a voice, others echoed. Lin Weikang couldn't hang on his face. He cared about my father for a while, and withdrew with cold face.

As soon as he left, I collapsed into the folding chair. The back of my shirt was so wet that I could wring it down.

Cao An also wiped the sweat, bumped over and handed me a handkerchief, "scared to death."

"Promising." I choked him weakly and turned to see my father.

Since Lin Weikang came in with a number of shareholders, he has been silent. I don't know what he's thinking. The chill is for sure. Everyone feels cold.

Before he was ill, he had been a close and good brother, and his body would have some problems, so his uncle couldn't wait to drive him out of the Lin family.

That's a lot of his life's work.

"Dad, you're not blaming Lin Wan, are you?" Lin ziyue also noticed something wrong with him.

My dad raised his head and shook it gently. "I don't blame her. I just feel disappointed."

"No despair. I have to go." I stood up and handed back the handkerchief to Cao'an, squinting at Lin ziyue, "he will have another action."

Lin ziyue nodded clearly.

I walked out of the ward, took a long breath, and sped faster to get the car.

I've been out for such a long time. I don't know what's going on with the boat.

On the car, I recalled Lin ziyue's performance during this period of time, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

After my divorce from Zhou Licheng, I was almost depressed for a period of time, and then received psychological intervention for nearly a year.

After Lin ziyue's accident, she received psychological intervention in the United States for less than three months. After that, she was stimulated by me again and sent away again.

Just came back that time, she was still very irritable, not long after the whole person suddenly calm down, serious not like her.

What surprised me most was that when she was with Yu Siwen, there was no deep hatred.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. I couldn't help but find out the number of the psychiatrist and call him to find out the reason for the change.

The psychiatrist was very professional. After listening to me, he told me anxiously that Lin ziyue suffered from depression and had a performance personality.

He used a lot of terms, and I can only remember one key point - the suicidal tendency is very serious.

I was flustered. After I finished talking to the psychiatrist, I turned my head and called Xie Yanchuan.

Lin Zhiyue becomes like this, he has half of the responsibility.

When I got through to the phone, I briefly explained the results of the psychiatrist's analysis and hesitated: "would you like to take her to see it again?"