Doctor Song's Hidden New Wife

"I heard that he was hated by his own mother when he was very young. After his mother died, his stepmother annoyed him even more. It's no wonder that he can live a good life when he comes out of this kind of family."

"But Xiao Chengye is his biological father. How can a biological father be willing to let his son suffer like this?"

Su Yuan felt strange.

Sun Jing shook his head: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, who knows what the Xiao family thinks."

"Has Xiao Rong acted suspiciously so far?"

Su Yuan asked Sun Jing.

Sun Jing thought about the fact that Xiao Rong had been on the mountain since the incident, and shook his head: "No, he went to the mountain to guard the Zhang family's tomb after Zhang Tiantian died, and was just picked up by Song Shuang and his wife tonight. , I’ll take a shower as soon as I get back, there’s really nothing suspicious.”

"He's in such a miserable state, should we continue to observe him?" Su Yuan asked Sun Jing what he meant.

Sun Jing lowered his eyes, not knowing what to do: "Do you think he is still suspicious now?"

"You can see that there is nothing suspicious about him, and I can't see it either."

After discussing with Sun Jing, Su Yuan and Sun Jing agreed that there was nothing suspicious about Xiao Rong, so they turned off the surveillance video.

And over there, almost at the same time when the surveillance video was turned off, Xiao Rong slowly sank his body, submerging his whole body in the water of the bathtub.

The surface of the water was twisted by his sinking.

In the vagueness, his face was slightly distorted.

The corners of the lips also seemed to be hooked into a slight smile, and the lips and petals were curved.

Gu Baisheng waited for Xiao Rong outside for over an hour.

Xiao Rong put on his pajamas and came out of the bathroom.

His hair hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and it was already a little long. The hair at the back was attached to his neck, and water droplets flowed into the clothes on the back.

When Gu Baisheng saw it, it was as if he saw a child who couldn't take care of himself, so he couldn't help but pulled out a towel that was in the room, and went to wipe it for Xiao Rong.

However, Song Shuang's hand was one step faster.

When she was going to give Xiao Rong a towel to put on her head.

Song Shuang reached out and took the towel.

Song Shuang seemed to mind her taking care of Xiao Rong very much. After taking the towel, she coldly stuffed the towel into Xiao Rong's hand: "Your hair hasn't been dried yet."

With a towel stuffed in Xiao Rong's hand, he gestured a 'thank you' sign language very politely, and then began to wipe his hair.

He wiped it a little carefully.

It seems that it has been a long time since I took a shower like this, so I am a little bit concerned about wiping the water droplets on my hair after taking a shower.

Gu Baisheng watched Xiao Rong wipe his hair, and silently sat back on the chair next to Song Shuang.

Then, thinking about it, she asked him: "I want to know what kind of scene Zhang Tiantian died on the day."

Originally, Xiao Rong wiped his hair very quickly.

After hearing Gu Baisheng's words, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

Gu Baisheng stared at him nervously.

I was afraid that he would be like Qu Xiaobo, whose spirit was suddenly stimulated and lost control.

Fortunately, Xiao Rong raised his head after being silent for a while.

He put the towel on his lap, raised his hand and asked: 'Do you have a pen? '

Gu Baisheng had already prepared a pen and paper.

Hearing this, he immediately passed the prepared pen and paper to Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong took the pen and paper, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and began to draw on the paper while holding the pen with his fingers.

Gu Baisheng waited for him to finish the painting.

Xiao Rong painted for a long time, about 20 minutes.

During this period, there was silence for a while.

It seems to be recalling the scene at that time.

Only after I remembered everything did I continue to paint.

"He learned to draw before?"

Song Shuang glanced at what Xiao Rong had drawn on paper, and asked Gu Baisheng.

Gu Baisheng shook his head: "I don't know either."

Although she saved Xiao Rong, she didn't know anything about Xiao Rong other than that.

'I haven't learned it. '

Xiao Rong raised his hand and gestured at him.

Song Shuang looked at him and asked, "Did you finish the painting?"

Xiao Rong nodded, and passed the drawing paper in his hand to Song Shuang.

After Song Shuang took it, looking at the above scene, she immediately frowned.

There was also some doubt in his eyes.

Seeing that Song Shuang's expression was not right, Gu Baisheng also moved closer to look at the picture on that piece of paper.

Xiao Rong draws very well.

Especially the sketch, the painting is very vivid, it is not too much to say that it is lifelike.

Song Shuang had seen the photos of the scene of the crime, but because she couldn't bear the scruples of Gu Baisheng, she didn't ask Sun Jing to show Gu Baisheng the photos of Zhang Tiantian's murder.

But Xiao Rong's painting, like a photo, truly described the scene of Zhang Tiantian's murder.

With such painting skills, Xiao Rong said that he had never learned to paint, he really didn't believe it.

"Sweet she..."

Gu Baisheng looked at the tragic picture presented on the drawing paper, raised his hand, and covered his mouth.

Song Shuang quickly put away the painting.

Still late.

Gu Baisheng seemed to be stimulated by the bloody scene in the painting. With a bang, he got up and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Song Shuang frowned, took a hard look at Xiao Rong, and went into the bathroom.

Song Shuang put Xiao Rong's painting on the table next to him.

Xiao Rong turned his head, and looked at the painting he had painted with a dull look in his eyes.

Song Shuang patted Gu Baisheng's back lightly in the bathroom: "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Gu Baisheng straightened up, shook his head, and just about to speak, couldn't help but vomited again.

"Xiao Rong's paintings are very good, just like the photos."

Song Shuang opened her mouth to comment, and there was a coldness in her eyes.

Gu Baisheng managed to slow down a bit, and then raised his head: "It's a very good painting, just like the photo."

She wiped the corners of her lips with her hands, and her stomach was still upset by the painting she saw just now: "I feel disgusting as if I saw the blood at the scene of the crime."

After speaking, he leaned on the toilet and vomited again.

Song Shuang patiently patted her on the back next to her: "Why do you vomit like this recently? Sick of blood?"

"No, if I'm dizzy, why would I still study medicine?"

Gu Baisheng coughed.

Song Shuang took out the tissue next to her and wiped her mouth: "Let's stop asking here today."

"that's it?"

While wiping his mouth with a tissue, Gu Baisheng asked Song Shuang in surprise.

She agreed with Song Shuang to ask Xiao Rong about Zhang Tiantian and Zhang Kai.

This is just asking what the crime scene where Zhang Tiantian was victimized looked like, so let's not ask?
"He is very good at drawing. You already vomited like this when you saw the scene of Zhang Tiantian being murdered. If he drew the scene of Zhang Kai being murdered, why don't you vomit your stomach out?"

Gu Baisheng was taken aback by Song Shuang's words.

Immediately, he nodded: "Yeah."

Seeing how obedient she was, Song Shuang helped her up from the ground: "I'll take you back to your room to rest after vomiting."

"how about you?"

She looks at him.

Isn't he going back to rest?
"I won't throw up after seeing his paintings, and I want to continue talking with him."

Song Shuang looked towards the bathroom door.

Don't know when.

Xiao Rong had already walked to the door of the bathroom silently, holding on to the door frame, looking at Gu Baisheng worriedly.

Gu Baisheng saw Xiao Rong at the door.

Thinking that he was worried about himself, he smiled and tried to be brave: "I'm fine. I vomited because of acclimatization, not because of your painting."

Xiao Rong heard it, but he didn't know whether to believe it or not, so he silently lowered his eyes.

Like a lifeless little animal.

Quiet, harmless and cowardly without a sense of existence.

"I'll take you back first."

Song Shuang helped Gu Baisheng out of the room.

When passing by Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong didn't raise his eyes.

Just lowered his eyes and looked at the other side.

Gu Baisheng was a little worried, and asked Song Shuang in a low voice: "Should Xiao Rong see a psychiatrist? I think he must have a psychological problem when he encounters such a thing."

"After returning to Beicheng, I will contact him for him."

"I know a psychiatrist named Ye Xiao, the one who treated Qu Xiaobo before." Gu Baisheng remembered the psychiatrist Ye Xiao introduced to her by Song Yi.

Song Shuang wasn't too anxious about this matter: "We'll talk about it after we return to Beicheng."

Song Shuang sent her back to the room, watched her go to bed, covered her with a quilt, and touched her forehead. After confirming that she didn't have a fever, she said, "Go to bed, I'll go find Xiao Rong."

"Well," Gu Baisheng grabbed the quilt with his fingers, and was a little worried that Song Shuang's cold face would frighten the ill-fated Xiao Rong, so he couldn't help but remind him, "When you ask him questions, be gentle. "

Song Shuang frowned.

Seeing his frown, Gu Baisheng lowered his requirements: "At least don't frighten him with a cold face."

"I'm not a devil."

Song Shuang replied helplessly.

Turn away.

Xiao Rong returned to his bedside after Song Shuang left.

On the bed were the pencils and sketchbook that Gu Baisheng had prepared for him.

Both the pencil and the plain cat book were bought by Gu Baisheng from the small supermarket in the town.

But at this time, Xiao Rong was holding the pencil in his hand, and began to rely on his memory in the sketchbook, one by one from his mind to rub the horrible pictures he had seen with his eyes.

He kept his head down all the time, and the movements of his hands didn't stop.

Song Shuang came in and saw Xiao Rong was drawing on the notebook.

Sitting across from him: "People will be particularly impressed by the things that can't be saved.?"

The hand that Xiao Rong was drawing suddenly stopped and stopped moving.

Song Shuang took the painting that Xiao Rong tore off from the bed.

It was the one I showed Gu Baisheng just now.

Stand it up and show it to Xiao Rong: "Because of guilt, I tried my best to forget the scene at that time, but the more I want to forget, the more clearly I remember."

Xiao Rong looked at the painting, his pupils dilated little by little.

Finally, his pupils shrank suddenly, he clenched the pen in his hand, lowered his head and wrote a sentence on the paper.

The sound of the pencil rubbing against the sketch paper, making a rustling sound.

He finished writing quickly and took it out to show Song Shuang.

'I can not understand what you say. '

Song Shuang reached out and snatched his sketchbook, slowly tore off the paper and crumpled it into a ball.

Then throw it in the trash can in the room.

Then, he said to Xiao Rong: "I don't like talking around the bush, so I'll tell you directly."

He looked at Xiao Rong's clear but nervous eyes, and said, "If you don't tell me the truth, I won't take you back to Beicheng."

Xiao Rong put his hand on his lap and clenched it tightly.

Raise your hand to gesture something.

Song Shuang seemed to understand what Xiao Rong was going to say.

Before he gestured, he opened his mouth first: "Don't think that she can take you back if she says she can take you back. It doesn't count if she says it, but I do."