Mysterious president, get away from me!

Mo Ling has already walked to the bed. Standing for a moment, she suddenly turns around and goes to the bedside table. She reaches for mu Nianchen's picture and holds it firmly in her arms, as if holding a baby.

She came out of the master bedroom with the photo in her arms, and naturally closed the door. When she came out of the master bedroom, she did not return to the guest room, but walked straight to the studio.

The man followed her step by step, making no sound carefully.

She opened the door of the studio, went in and turned on the light. Then she went to her easel, picked up a brush and began to draw on the snow-white paper. This series of movements were skillful and natural, just like when she was awake.

The man came up to her and saw that she put mu Nianchen's picture on her lap and looked blankly at the paper. Although there were only a few strokes, he could see that she was drawing the outline of a face.

His anger rose abruptly in his heart. He gave a cold hum and said, "who do you want to draw? Lin Lanyao

After all, she is sleepwalking now, but she doesn't know that when people are sleepwalking, their hearing function still exists, just to see whether she is willing to respond.

At this time, she didn't know what he said touched that nerve. Her hand with the brush suddenly gave a meal, her eyes were still empty, and her voice was very light. "Draw my husband."

The man's fingers suddenly clenched, the dark pupil staring at her side face tightly, the deep eyes surging pain ruthless extremely complex emotions, the tight lip line slightly trembled.

"Nianchen... My husband..."

She gave a gentle smile and did not speak again. She held the brush with her fingers and sketched it carefully. On the white paper, a handsome face gradually took shape. It was mu Nianchen, a gentle and smiling mu Nianchen.

The man's deep eyes fixed on the face, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Not perfect enough..." the woman in front of her sighed.

Before the man could react, she suddenly put her finger in her mouth and bit it hard. When she took it out again, blood came out of her finger. She smeared the blood on the lips of the portrait, and then signed her name at the bottom of the portrait with the remaining blood. That black-and-white figure sketch suddenly dyed a touch of bright red, suddenly added a kind of strange and treacherous beauty.

"Damn, you are crazy to paint with blood!"

Under the soft light, the thin woman was as quiet as a puppet. She looked at him with empty eyes, neither talking nor moving.

She sat still, not knowing how to resist. She was so clever that it hurt.

"Sure enough, you are more lovely if you are obedient."

He put his arms around her waist and picked her up from the chair. The picture of Mu Nianchen, which was on her knee, fell to the ground. She mechanically leaned her head against his chest, as if unconscious. He just glanced at the picture faintly.

Take her back to the guest room and put her on the bed. The man didn't leave and didn't touch her for a long time. He had to charge some interest tonight.

It's morning light.

The man lying on the outside of the bed suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the woman lying beside him. She was sleeping soundly and breathing lightly. His dark eyes were staring at her for a long time. He bent over her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

Instead of leaving immediately, he went to the studio and took the painting that Maureen had painted in her sleepwalk from the easel. He held the painting in both hands and gazed at it for a few seconds. Finally, he folded it up and put it into his coat pocket.

After walking a few steps forward, he kicked something with his right foot. Looking down, he saw a picture of Mu Nianchen. It was originally placed on the head of the bed in the master bedroom. When Mo Ling was sleepwalking, he got the studio and left it here.

The man bent down and picked up the photo. Fortunately, the glass on the photo frame was relatively strong. It was not broken, not even a crack. He put the picture back in the master bedroom.

After all this, he glanced around the empty room before leaving.

This night, Maureen slept well, did not have nightmares, wake up, the spirit of a lot better.

When she was washing, she felt a stabbing pain when her finger touched with water. She raised her right index finger to examine it carefully and found that there was a hole on her finger. Last night, she felt strange. When did she hurt her finger? How could she not remember it at all? Did she have illusion again and then kill herself?

Mo Ling thought more and more terrifying. He shivered and patted himself on the cheek, forcing himself to stop thinking.

"Eh, Xiao Su, why is the puppet that used to be placed here missing?" When Mo Ling moved back to the master bedroom, she saw that the art and crafts shelf was empty, and the four puppets that pan Jinru gave her were all gone.

"Ah, the puppet is gone. I don't know! Let me ask Mrs. Wang

Xiao Su called sister-in-law Wang and asked her if she knew where the puppet had gone. Sister-in-law Wang shook her head and said, "it's strange that she was here yesterday. Was our yard stolen?"

Xiao Su said jokingly, "how can it be? Where is Jingyuan? How can a thief break in! What's more, if he is really robbed, he will steal some puppets instead of valuable things. Are you crazy? "

What they said reminded Maureen that it was the guy with the mask who took the puppet away, but what did he do with it? With this question in her heart, she did not pursue it any more. She said with a smile, "forget it, if you lose it, you will lose it."

"How can I do that? My wife bought it specially and gave it to the grandmothers to decorate the room. Now it's empty and ugly. Xiao Su, you are always responsible for cleaning the room of the grandmothers. Did you forget where you put the puppets when you were cleaning? " Sister Wang stares at Xiao Su suspiciously.

Xiao Su frowned and said unhappily, "sister-in-law Wang, I have a good memory. I never put things about. Please don't put the responsibility on me."

Mrs. Wang exclaimed, "there are only two of us in the garden, not me, not you. Who else? Is it true that something unclean has taken the puppet away? "

Xiao Su was surprised, and her first reaction was to see Mo Ling. She was worried that sister-in-law Wang's words would stimulate Mo Ling. When she saw her face as usual, Xiao Su was relieved and said angrily, "sister-in-law Wang, don't be so superstitious, OK? The old lady also said, don't talk about those strange things any more!"

Mrs. Wang said more and more vigorously, "hum, if there is really no dirty things, why does the grandmother hurt herself? I'm going to climb on the railing and plan to... "

"Sister Wang!" Sue snapped and interrupted her.

Mrs. Wang showed a flustered expression and quickly covered her mouth. However, her words have successfully aroused Mo Ling's curiosity.

Mo Ling frowned and said, "sister-in-law Wang, you just said, I climbed to the railing? Is it the railing outside the balcony? "

"No, no, no, I didn't say anything. I'm sorry. I'm talking nonsense." Mrs. Wang seems very afraid to talk about this topic, her eyes are flustered and wandering, and she doesn't dare to look into Mo Ling's eyes.

Mo Ling looked at the flustered sister-in-law Wang, then looked at the frowning Su, and suddenly laughed, "I know. Do I climb up the railing and plan to jump?"

Xiao Su's eyes widened in surprise, but she cleverly didn't say anything, but sister-in-law Wang exclaimed, "grandma, do you remember?"

Mo Ling wry smile, "no, I guess, I didn't think it was really like this."

Xiao Su worried that she was frightened by her own jumping off the building, and quickly comforted her, "Granny, don't be afraid. Depression patients sometimes forget what they have done. It's normal. You will get better!"

In the eyes of Xiao Su, what Mo Ling sees is sincere concern and worry. Mo Ling can't help but smile. No matter whether Xiao Su is someone else's eyes or ears, at least, she really cares about herself.

"Thank you, Sue."

Xiao Su thought of something. She hung her head and said, "grandma, I'm sorry."

Maureen smile, "why tell me I'm sorry?"

About a lot of things, she wanted to say sorry to her. But for the time being, she can't say it. Xiao Su's eyes are sour. She suddenly raises her head and says solemnly, "grandma, we don't want you to be afraid because we're hiding from you. Please cheer up. For the sake of the baby in your stomach, you should be well."

Mo Ling showed a smile, "I know, I will cheer up."

That afternoon, the housekeeper led a man in a black suit to Jingyuan and introduced Mo Ling to the doctor arranged by the old lady.

The man looks handsome with a gentle smile on his handsome face. If you ignore his small curly hair, he looks like an elite man.

"Hello, Miss moling. My name is Fu Xuan. I'm a psychologist."

Maureen politely shook his finger. "Hello, Dr. Fu."

Fu Xuan shrugged his shoulders and joked, "you can call me Fu Xuan. I'm friends with the young masters of the Mu family. I believe we will become friends from today on."

Maureen nodded.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to start our conversation in the lounge. What do you think?"

Lounge decoration warm, can let people relax, Maureen smile, "OK."

After entering the rest room, Fu Xuan first drew up the window curtain, and the light in the room was dim. Then he took out a CD from his briefcase and put it into the CD player. The light melody flowed in the empty room.

He took off his suit coat, untied the button on his shirt wrist, pulled it up, and sat on the sofa with folded legs, as if he were at home.

He raised his eyebrow and smile, bright and charming, "moling, don't be nervous, now you are facing a friend, not a psychologist, you can tell me anything, I promise not to reveal half a sentence."

Perhaps she was infected by his lightness, or influenced by the light music melody. Mo Ling's nervous mood gradually relaxed. She pursed her lips and said softly, "Fu Xuan, I want to know if I am seriously ill?"

Fu Xuan stretched out a finger to shake, "no, no, I think you misunderstood, your depression is actually very mild, don't need to care about it."

Said, his body slightly forward, focusing on her eyes, gentle smile, "you have a lot of thoughts, but do not want to tell others, this is your biggest problem, I said, we are friends, you can open yourself wholeheartedly, believe me, will you suppress the mood to express."

Mo Ling wry smile, she is hiding a lot of things, every one is like a mountain, pressure her out of breath, she has no way to talk to others, even the best friend, she has no way to say, let alone a stranger who met less than 10 minutes.