Sweet Wife and Adorable Baby: Jin Shaochong

However, this time, Su Guoguo was doomed to be disappointed.

Jin Nuochen pulled her hand away, his dark pupils were as deep and terrifying as a whirlpool, he could see through the uneasiness in Suguoguo's eyes at a glance, but this time, there was no emotion or reluctance in his heart.

"The company still has something to do. I'll see you tomorrow."

After Jin Nuochen finished speaking, he left the ward directly.

Su Guoguo struggled to grab Jin Nuochen, but her fingertips missed his hand, and she couldn't catch anything. She could only look at his back and shouted uneasily, "Nuochen!"

Jin Nuochen didn't look back, didn't turn around, as if he had turned into the way he once dismissed her again.

Su Guoguo panicked suddenly, and the anxiety in her heart was tearing at her heart like a black hole.

She couldn't help wondering whether the medicine on Jin Nuochen's body was about to expire...

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Linjiang Villa.

Magnificent European-style villa with a luxuriously decorated living room.

On the European-style leather sofa, leaning against a thin back, a cascade of black hair hangs down, graceful and intriguing, holding a pencil with white and slender fingertips, drawing carefully on the sketchbook, sending out "Shushasha" sound.

With a "creak", the closed door of the villa opened, and an unruly young man with gray and silver hair walked in slowly. After seeing the girl on the sofa with flirtatious facial features, he suddenly relaxed and showed a warm smile.

"Tangtang, how are you today?" Su Luo took off his coat, walked to Jian Tangtang's side, looked down at the girl seriously tracing the Song Dynasty celadon vase, and asked with a smile.

"..."

Jian Tangtang's hand holding the nib of the pen paused slightly, but did not speak.

At this time, a faint voice came from the kitchen door, "Okay, she doesn't want to talk to you now."

Su Luo turned his head, and saw Ling Che leaning against the door, holding two glasses of fruit juice, walking over leisurely.

These days, Ling Che, as Jian Tangtang's psychotherapist, ran to the villa whenever he had nothing to do, paying close attention to Jian Tangtang's emotional changes, and even tried to hypnotize Jian Tangtang a few times, so as to understand the secrets hidden deep in her heart.

But every time it ended in failure, Jian Tangtang's heart was severely closed, and she was full of a sense of crisis to the outside world.

Ling Che could only resort to Huairou methods, chat with Jian Tangtang when he had nothing to do, and talk to adjust her depressed mood.

Although Jian Tangtang has been reluctant to speak and has been silent for a long time, after a long time, Jian Tangtang's spirit has finally improved, and she is no longer sitting alone by the window like before, sitting in silence for a whole day.

At least for now, she listens to their conversation and occasionally responds a few times. When she is free, she will find a sketchbook to draw for a while.

No longer an empty shell, her soul gradually returned to her body.

With a sullen face, Su Luo held back the unhappiness in his heart, and directly snatched the juice from Ling Che's hand and handed it to Jian Tangtang, "Tangtang, drink some juice before drawing."

Jian Tangtang raised her eyes, looked at Su Luo indifferently, looked down at the juice in her hand and remained silent, just after Su Luo was disappointed that Jian Tangtang would push her away, she slowly raised her hand and took a shallow sip.

A happy smile suddenly appeared on Su Luo's face.

"Tangtang! She drank Tangtang, she drank it!" Su Luo stared, pointed at the juice, looked at Ling Che helplessly, and shouted excitedly.

Ling Che immediately laughed contemptuously, "I'm not blind, what the hell is your name?"

Although Ling Che said so, he was actually happy in his heart. After all, after taking care of Jian Tangtang for so long, he felt more or less sympathetic and sympathetic.