From the outside, Shen Liangchuan definitely didn't look like he was sick.
He has a good complexion, a good mood, and he has strong self-control, so that people can't even tell whether he is asleep or not.
It is only when there is no one that he shows his vulnerability.
Qiao Lian clenched her fists when she thought of this.
The more he was like this, the more distressed she became.
Last night, she deliberately kept herself from falling asleep.
I just lay dry in bed until dawn.
The feeling of spending every minute and every second is simply terrifying.
He just had insomnia all night, but he had been in a row for more than half a month.
Qiao Lian and Song Yuanxi agreed to meet at the psychiatrist at five o'clock in the afternoon.
Qiao Lian ran over at four o'clock and waited outside the room for two hours, but Song Yuanxi still hadn't arrived.
The psychiatrist was a little worried: "Miss Song, won't you not come?"
Qiao Lian thought of something and clenched his fists.
Song Yuanxi hated her.
So, as long as she is not happy, she is willing to do it.
Actually, she also knew that it was a bit too much to ask Song Yuanxi to help.
And now, Song Yuanxi really won't come over again Thinking of this, Qiao Lian picked up her mobile phone and dialed Song Yuanxi's phone number, and the call was quickly answered.
Qiao Lian breathed a sigh of relief, "Yuan Xi, where have you been?"
As soon as these words came out, a man's low laughter came from the other side: "I also want to know, where did she go" Qiao Lian was stunned, "Who are you?"
"According to her, I'm her boyfriend."
Qiao Lian's eyes widened again, "What about Song Yuanxi?"
"I don't know."
"Since her phone is in your hand, why don't you know" "Oh, she ran away this morning."
Ran away Where did you go?
Qiao Lian was thinking about it when she heard a voice coming from the end of the hallway.
She turned her head and saw Song Yuanxi striding over Qiao Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief and cut off the phone directly.
Song Yuanxi's little face was cold, and he explained lightly, "Coming from the airport, there is a traffic jam." ” Qiao Lian nodded, indicating understanding.
Then, she pointed to the psychiatrist's office, "You don't want to tell me about it, please tell the psychiatrist, is it okay?"
Only by letting the doctor know the crux of the problem can he prescribe the right medicine.
Song Yuanxi nodded when he heard this.
Qiao Lian was sitting outside the office.
She felt like a cat scratching at her heart.
She wanted to know what happened eight years ago, and she wanted to know how Mo Wuxin died.
But at this moment, she wants to control herself.
Outside the door, I don't know how long I waited, the door of the psychiatrist's office finally opened.
Jo stood up in love.
She stared at Song Yuanxi, "Things, is there a result?"
Song Yuanxi lowered his eyes, and only after half a sound did he slowly speak: "You come in." ” Qiao Lian frowned, followed Song Yuanxi, and walked into the psychiatrist's office.
The psychiatrist lifted his glasses, then pointed to the chair opposite and nodded to Qiao Lian: "Please take a seat." ” Qiao Lian sat down, "Doctor, have you found the crux of the problem?"
The doctor nodded, "Found it." ” Qiao Lian looked at her fixedly, "So, what now?"
When the doctor heard this, he frowned and looked at Song Yuanxi.
Then, the doctor stood up, "I'll go out for a while, you two talk." ”oshow7 t1706231537: