Warm marriage: Mr.Nan spoils wife addictively

"Nan Cheng Yi." Jian Yao stopped.

The expression on the expert's face is a little embarrassed, even a little regret in his eyes. But as a doctor, he doesn't remind me of this kind of thing. I'm afraid no one will pay attention to it.

Look at the current situation is not serious, if even if the words of persuasion is not a big problem. It's not easy to say that if you're afraid to avoid medical treatment.

"What are you stopping me for?" Nanchenghe didn't understand.

He said his wife was ill. Can Nan Chenghe not blow up his hair? Can see Jian Yao's appearance is very calm, seems to accept the same.

"Nan Chengyi, the doctor is right. I'm afraid I really have postpartum depression." Jian Yao said.

Nan Chengyi looks at Jian Yao incredulously, but she looks at him with a smile.

"Mr. Nan, let me explain. Postpartum depression is not a mental illness, nor is it a disease that can't be talked about. " Experts said.

He saw that Jian Yao was able to face it calmly. Now that she had said it, she simply gave the South general manager a good science popularization.

"This disease is mostly due to the change of estrogen in women's body after pregnancy, which brings about emotional changes. It's just that some people are serious, others are not obvious. " The expert added.

"Like your wife, it's only when you suddenly suffer from pressure or change that it's provocative and not serious. I say to see a psychologist because I'm not a doctor who specializes in postpartum depression Experts said.

Nan Chengyi looks at Jian Yao and nods. He just relaxed a little. He also glanced at the expert with a complaint in his eyes. If you had explained it earlier, I would not have had such a big reaction.

Experts have ten thousand grass mud horses in mind, but his professional quality makes him not even turn his eyes out. Who let Nanjia be the biggest shareholder of the hospital, and the boss came here.

"The child's problem is not big, eat probiotics, sun can." The expert continued.

In fact, he wanted to give orders. In the middle of the night, all pediatricians, whether on call or not, came to the hospital, and there was no one else.

But it's no big deal for kids, so you can go. Experts are really afraid that they will be excited and want to resign. They can't stand the torture of these rich people.

"Nan Chenghe, it's good that the child doesn't have a big deal. Let's go back. I'll see a psychologist tomorrow. " Jian Yao said.

Most people, if they hear that they have postpartum depression, I'm afraid that anxiety alone has to die of anxiety. But Jianyao is very calm, when she learned that there is nothing wrong with her daughter, she put down half of the tangle in her heart.

"OK, go home." Nan Chengyi holds the child in one hand and Jian Yao in the other.

After returning to the villa, Nan Chenghe told Jiang Peirong about the situation. He and Jian Yao are very tacit understanding to hide the postpartum depression, one is afraid of Jiang Peirong worry, two is also afraid to spread out trouble.

Postpartum depression is a special psychological disease, but not everyone can understand and accept it. If it is used by someone who has a heart, it will become a new means to attack Jian Yao.

"I'll contact the psychiatrist for you tomorrow?" Asked Nan.

"No, you are busy with you. I can do it myself." Si Nian said.

Nan Chengpei is already at a loss to deal with the company's affairs. Today, she is frightened by her daughter again. Jian yaobu wants him to be distracted again.

Nan Chengyi didn't speak, just hugged Jian Yao on the bed and kissed her forehead.

"I don't know, but I love you no matter what you look like. Even if you give up Nanjia, I'll take you away. " Said Nan.

He said so, is a promise to Jianyao, is afraid of Jianyao have burden in mind. He is telling Jian Yao that in his heart, her status is above everything else.

"Well." Jian Yao answered, a little choked in her voice.

At this time, there are only a few hours left before dawn. Jianyao can make her breath heavy and make nanchenghe feel asleep.

Nan Chengpei holds Jian Yao all the time. When he feels her breathing is steady, he kisses her on the cheek again.

"Wife, I love you." Nanchenghe said in a low voice.

Nan Chenghe got up quietly and went to his study. Hearing the sound of closing the door gently, Jianyao's tears came down. In fact, she was suffering, just because she was afraid that Nan Chenghe would be as sad as herself.

Jian Yao knew that she should adjust her mood, but if this kind of thing could be controlled. Where does she need such trouble?

"Yo Yo, do you have a familiar psychiatrist? You need the one with excellent privacy." Si Nian left a message for you.

On the other hand, Nan Chenghe went online to search all kinds of information about postpartum depression. The more he searched, the more frightened he was, and he even couldn't sit still.

The Internet, of course, is what news is. The more powerful it is, the more it is ahead.

Most of the patients with postpartum depression searched by Nan Chengyi are critically ill patients who commit suicide and give up their lives. Most of them were broken families, which made nanchenghe desperate.

Nan Chengpei is quietly typing on the keyboard. Finally, coming out of the printer, he looked at it and signed his name.

By daybreak, the study was already smoky. Nan Chenghe was full of smoke. He sighed and threw the document into the drawer.

Jian Yao may be really tired, and she doesn't know when she fell asleep. By the time she woke up, she was on her way. Jian Yao gets up, opens the curtain, and sees that Jiang Peirong has already taken her daughter to bask in the sun in the yard.

Nannan, wearing a belly bag and a small bare buttock, lies on Jiang Peirong's leg. It looks like the lotus root becomes the essence. It's very lovely.

Jian Yao smiles and makes up her mind. No matter how difficult it is, there is always a time to cure it. Her daughter is so lovely, how can she give up.

Nanchenghe has got up to work. After all, the company has a lot of things to deal with. When Jianyao went downstairs to have breakfast, she passed by her study.

The strong smell of smoke came out from the inside, and the servant was opening the window with a mask to ventilate, cleaning the soot on the table.

"Little grandma, this computer is not turned off. I'm afraid there are some files that haven't been saved." Said the servant.

"I'll do it. You go out first." Jian Yao said.

In fact, when Nan Chengyi got up yesterday, Jian Yao didn't sleep. She knew that he should sit in his study until dawn. He was worried about himself.

Jian Yao turns on the monitor and finds that the document has been cleaned up. It's obvious that Nan doesn't want her to see anything.

When she went to the historical records, she saw the page that Nan Chenghe had browsed, and she couldn't laugh or cry. Seeing the bloody photos and the reports that his wife and children were separated, she felt that Nan chengkai must have gone crazy. I'm afraid he really believed that he had reached that stage.