Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Secretary Zhou was a little surprised when he heard this order.

"Do you really want to send someone over there?" He tentatively asked, "Didn't you treat the Gu family all the time before... Besides, Madam, she and the Gu family made a mess like that a few days ago. Wouldn't it be good for you to help now? "

Lu Sichen narrowed his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice, "It's because they are making trouble like that, that's why I'm going to help. The closer you get, the more you can know what the other party wants to do. What's more, people I begged to come to my door, and I can’t justify it if I don’t do it.”

Secretary Zhou was silent for a while, and then reminded Lu Sichen.

"Boss, you didn't think about things like this before."

"That was before." Lu Sichen glanced at Secretary Zhou, and after a while, he said softly, "Now, I just want to do something for her."

The ending of his sentence was very long, and his words seemed to be full of sadness.But it was only a moment before he took all of them back, and directly ordered: "You go and arrange it. Remember, find someone you can trust."

"Okay, boss." Secretary Zhou nodded, and then asked a little curiously: "That Mrs. Zhang is called a doctor, shouldn't she see it for herself?"

Lu Sichen sneered and said, "No one can feel unafraid after doing something wrong. The so-called viciousness is just another way to cover up her fear. Gu Yitong's psychological defense collapsed , that’s why I can’t hold on.”

Secretary Zhou looked at Lu Sichen's indifferent expression, and nodded half understanding.

He didn't say anything more, just took Lu Sichen's order and ran to contact the psychiatrist.

And Lu Sichen looked at his computer page again.I saw an evaluation of the works of the new painter Jiang Manxue on the webpage.

On the other side, Gu Yitong didn't know Zhang Xiaoyun's arrangement yet.

When she woke up the next morning, she only felt a splitting headache.

She got up in a daze.She hasn't been on the ground for too long, and she has been lying on the bed for too long, so that when she stepped on the ground, her legs and feet were a little weak.

When passing by the door, she almost stepped on the broken glass.

The room was littered with fruit and cosmetics she had dropped on the floor.

Gu Yitong frowned, looked at the mess in front of her, stepped over carefully, and opened the door directly.

This was the first time she had left the room in a while.

When the servant heard the movement and turned to look at her, his expression was full of shock, mixed with a little bit of fear.

"Where's my mother?" Gu Yitong didn't care about her expression, and directly asked the question she wanted to know.

"Miss, Miss, Madam is downstairs."

"Yes." Gu Yitong nodded calmly, and then ordered: "Clean my room. I don't want any broken things in it."

"Good miss!" The servant did not dare to delay, and immediately obeyed the order to carry out.

When Gu Yitong was walking downstairs, she saw Zhang Xiaoyun talking to a strange man.

She frowned and walked over: "Mom, who is he?"

Zhang Xiaoyun saw her coming down from upstairs, and her expression was much better, she immediately smiled: "Tongtong, come and sit down, this is the psychologist I invited for you, you..."

Then, before Zhang Xiaoyun could finish speaking, Gu Yitong suddenly exploded emotionally.

"Who told you to hire a psychiatrist?! I'm not sick! Tell him to get the hell out of me, out of my house!"

While talking, Gu Yitong touched something casually and threw it in the direction of Zhang Xiaoyun and the psychiatrist.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you! I'm not crazy! I'm not sick! Get out! Get out of here!"

……

When she received a call from the hospital, Jiang Manxue was drawing a picture. Under the setting sun, there was only a lonely basketball on the basketball court.

This picture is a bit sad, the lonely basketball has no owner.

When painting this painting, Jiang Manxue was also in a sad mood. She thought of her younger brother Jiang Siya.

He is a young man who loves basketball so much, but because of his body, he can only be confined in a small ward all year round, without freedom and sunshine.

Just as I was thinking, a call came from the hospital.

Jiang Siya woke up.

Jiang Manxue's paintbrush fell from her hand, and the paint-stained tip of the brush drew a harsh mark on the drawing paper.

Then, she squatted down on the spot, covered her lips and sobbed.

She wanted to call Fu Qingye, but looking at the time, she felt that Fu Qingye might be busy, so she thought about it later, so she took a taxi to the hospital.

Gently pushing open the door of the hospital, I saw a young man standing by the window.

The young man turned his back to her, and slowly opened his hands, as if aware of her arrival, he said softly:
"Sister, what does it feel like to die?"

Jiang Siya's body has been thinned to the point of frailty, and his skin is sickly pale due to years of illness. At first glance, he feels that this young man is extremely weak.

He looks nothing like Jiang Manxue.

When Jiang Manxue smiled, her brows and eyes were crescent-like, very sweet and warm, like a gentle senior.But Jiang Siya is not, he can't feel any warmth from him, and he feels cold when he is close to him.

That kind of melancholy cold makes people unable to laugh from the bottom of their hearts.

His eyes are slender and upward, with a sense of enchantment, his tone of voice is slow, and his soft voice makes people feel like he is in a dream.

In fact, because of repeated illnesses, Jiang Siya did suffer from depression to a certain extent.

He has always wanted to live hard, for his sister, but the fate is unfair, but it is always playing tricks on him.

Jiang Manxue was most worried about this younger brother, and when he heard him ask this question, her heart skipped a beat.

He straightened his face, put up his sister's airs, and replied: "What are you talking about, you still have a good time, what are you saying, you can't die."

She had only been serious for a few seconds before her face could no longer be tense. She came forward and hugged Jiang Siya gently, "Don't scare my sister, you finally woke up, can't you say something to make me happy? You are such a bad guy." kid."

Jiang Siya also laughed, "I'm just kidding you."

His lips were a little chapped due to lack of water, with a sense of being broken, and there was a trace of worry that only he knew about in those faint words.

Jiang Manxue scooped out the broken rice porridge from the thermos bucket, and there was a strong fragrance in the ward.

"Come on, this is your favorite polenta. I asked the doctor. You can only eat some light food now. When you are stable, my sister will take you out for a big meal."

Jiang Siya nodded obediently, then sat down at the table and began to drink porridge.

After taking two sips, his pretty eyebrows frowned, and then he rushed to the toilet and vomited it out...