Remarry the wife: the president dotes on unlimited

No matter what, she still had to ask he jingfan about it and ask him if he knew that she was mentally ill. Although it was difficult to talk about it, I still made up my mind to ask because I always wanted to care about he jingfan. This was the fact that I never denied it.

"Can I come in? "I was in my pajamas after the shower, and my hair was still half dry on my shoulders," I said, knocking at the door of the study.

"Come in. He jingfan remained silent and refused to say another word. I rubbed my nose awkwardly and pushed open the door of the book and walked in. As expected, he jingfan was sitting at his desk working.

"Well, I want to talk to you and ask you something. I rubbed my hands uneasily and stood awkwardly in front of he jingfan.

"Well, have a seat. He jingfan put down the pen in his hand and pointed to the seat opposite him.

"You, that ... Uh, what I' m trying to say is, are you mentally, um ... Psychologically ..."

However, as I stuttered and stuttered, he jingfan could understand the meaning behind it. I looked at he jingfan in distress and waited for his response.

"Are you asking me if I am mentally ill? How do you know that? Because of last night? He jingfan asked three questions in a row, which revealed my doubts and the reason why I was puzzled. This made me feel a little touched. I thought bitterly that it was a good thing that I didn' t have to repeat such a sensitive question again. Otherwise, I really didn' t know how to explain it clearly. I wanted to ask!

I didn' t say anything but nodded with certainty. I looked at he jingfan seriously, but my eyes were still a little dodgy. I didn' t dare to look at he jingfan's expression.

"So? What would you do if I said I was sick? "He jingfan asked me in a playful tone, which made me momentarily confused and confused, not understanding what he meant.

"Yes? So are you mentally ill or not? "I don' t know where the courage came from. Gritting my teeth, I braced myself and said what I had been saying in my heart for a long time. My voice trailed off before I realized what I had just said. I looked at he jingfan guiltily and found that his expression was still the same. There was no change.

"Yes, I have mental illness." But what I never expected was that he jingfan actually admitted his mental illness without thinking. His attitude was so calm that I didn' t know how to continue asking.

Generally speaking, wouldn' t patients with mental illness be very reluctant to talk about their own illness? Why was it that he jingfan was in the opposite situation? He actually admitted it so carelessly, as if he was saying that he was tired after standing for a long time. Thinking of this, my mood couldn' t help but be a little complicated. Was he jingfan's performance good or bad?

"Uh, well, can you tell me when it started? "I paused, stunned for a moment, then came to my senses and continued to ask.

Four years ago. He jingfan still answered my question without hesitation. His fingers tapped on the table one after another, looking a little careless.

"Then ... When was the diagnosis? Do you have a doctor? "I asked two questions one after another, and my eyes unconsciously shifted to he jingfan's face. I looked at him expectantly. No, to be exact, it shouldn' t be anticipation, but nervousness.

"Two years ago, yes, but I fired him a year ago. The corners of he jingfan's lips curled up slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his face.it was as if he was mocking him, but he was mocking himself or the doctor who had already been dismissed by him. Looking at he jingfan like this, I inexplicably felt sorry for him.

"Do you have a cure? "I asked a more important question, and now I can only beat around the drum, not daring to ask the most critical and most important question directly.

"The doctor made the decision, but I didn't do it. He jingfan stopped knocking on the table and the smile on his lips faded. His expression seemed to be a little confused. As he was in the backlight position, his side of his face was obscured by the shadow. I narrowed my eyes to try to catch the slightest change in his mood.

"Why? Why'd you fire the doctor? Why not cooperate with the treatment? "Even I didn' t notice that my tone was a little too harsh. It was only when I saw he jingfan's frown and a hint of impatience that I realized that I didn' t seem to be asking he jingfan just now. Instead, it was like I was questioning him and blaming him. I was expressing my dissatisfaction to he jingfan ... But in reality, it was all because of my nervousness and concern for he jingfan. I' m a little more than that ... But I can' t stop, and I can' t stop."

"There's no reason. I just don't think it's necessary. He jingfan replied indifferently.

"Don't you love yourself so much? "I can' t control my emotions anymore, especially he jingfan's indifference.

"Are you finished? If you're done, please leave. It's almost time. I still have things to deal with. He jingfan said rather irritably. His eyes wandered around the clock hanging on the wall and he gave me a" eviction order."

"No, I still have one last question. I promise that it will be the last one. I' ll go out after asking. I won' t disturb you." I took a deep breath to calm my emotions and said to he jingfan, looking at him with a pleading look in my eyes.

"Well, that's the last one, you ask. He jingfan finally gave in, and I couldn' t help but feel relieved. Fortunately, he didn' t have a firm attitude and chased me out.

"What is the cause? I asked quickly.

A hint of panic flashed across he jingfan's eyes, but soon that feeling disappeared and he regained his composure.

"What? He jingfan asked, pretending not to understand.