The favorite of the wealthy group: Gu Shao has a soft spot

In the bright and spacious apartment, Zhou Muan walked into his bedroom with love, and first came to the window and drew the curtains.

"Xiaoqing, I'm going to get the props, you wait for me here." Her tone was much more serious than before.

"Okay, then I'll let myself relax first."

Zhong Qing sat on the edge of the bed obediently. She was not sure whether hypnotherapy was effective, but she remained calm.

After listening, Zhou Mu'an smiled slightly, and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

After a few minutes, she came to Zhong Qing with a book in her arms, handed it over directly, and moved a chair to sit in front of the bed.

"Lie down, find the most comfortable habitual position, don't have any psychological burden, you can be like your mother telling you stories when you were young..."

Halfway through speaking, Zhou Muan suddenly remembered the situation of the Zhong family, and quickly changed his words: "Actually, hypnosis is just an auxiliary therapy. You should not have any resistance to me in your subconscious mind. Remember that I am not manipulating you. We are cooperating with each other and we need to trust each other." .”

Zhong Qing found a trace of embarrassment on her face, and smiled lightly and agreed: "I understand, I will try my best to cooperate with you."

As she spoke, she chose to lie flat to sleep, opened the book next to her pillow, and opened one of the pages.

"By the way, Mu An, why is the hypnosis tool different from yesterday?" Zhong Qing asked inexplicably.

"Props are tailored to local conditions, and sometimes it can be done without the help of props." Zhou Mu'an answered with a cheerful expression.

Zhong Qing nodded with a vague understanding, and followed her guidance to hypnotize her step by step.

About 10 minutes before and after, when Zhong Qing's breathing changed from shallow to deep, Zhou Mu'an observed her peaceful sleeping appearance and knew that she was gradually entering a deep sleep state.

Starting from the starting point of the accident, Zhou Mu'an whispered into Zhong Qing's ear based on the fragments he saw in the diary: "In your sophomore year, you originally planned to go abroad to study abroad during the summer vacation. What made you stop the plan?"

After the words fell, the eyelids of Zhong Qing who was lying quietly on the bed trembled slightly.

Although she didn't answer the question, the eyeballs responded visibly.

With an interval of 30 seconds, Zhou Muan took his hands off his cheeks and continued to whisper in his ear: "On the day you disappeared, you called your brother to say that you were very sad. Who affected your mood?"

At this point in the question, Zhong Qing's breathing deepened again, and her thin eyebrows slowly frowned.

……

After asking nearly ten questions in succession, Zhou Muan stopped, looked at Zhong Qing who was still sleeping soundly, and held the stopwatch in his palm to time the time.

However, with only 2 minutes left in the countdown, Zhou Mu'an originally planned to carry out the last step, and did not want another accident to happen.

Without warning, Zhong Qing suddenly opened his eyes, but his consciousness was completely in a state of laxity.

Zhou Mu'an's expression was startled, and he had a premonition in his heart that the situation was not good.

"Love, whose house are you in at the moment?"

She kept asking at a gentle speed, trying to bring Zhong Ai back to reality as soon as possible.

However, Zhong Qing still didn't answer, staring straight at the ceiling, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Zhou Mu'an knew that the situation was abnormal, she could not force Zhong Qing to wake up, so she could only hold her hand cautiously.

"Love, shall we go outside to relax after we're done?" Zhou Mu'an was still trying to turn around.

At this moment, Zhong Qing clenched her fists violently, her body was straight and tense, and her pale cheeks showed horror.

"No, don't come here, who are you guys..."

Zhou Mu'an's expression was serious, he guessed that Zhong Qing's psychological trauma was serious, even with the method of hypnotherapy, the dormant memory turned into a nightmare in the end.

"Go away, go away! I don't know you, why are you doing this..."

Zhong Qing continued to struggle, but her body could not move, only her thoughts were moving violently, and tears welled from her eyes.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, in order to prevent Zhong Qing from causing unnecessary brain damage due to hypnosis, Zhou Mu'an could only take emergency measures.

Letting go of Zhong Qing's clenched fist, she quickly ran to the cabinet, took out the sedative and syringe from it, and hurriedly found alcohol and cotton wool.

A low dose of sedative was injected into Love's vein, and after a minute she finally regained her composure.

And Zhou Muan was sweating profusely, and slumped on the seat, thankful that he dealt with the situation in time.

Two hours later, when Zhong Qing woke up from her sleep, she saw Zhou Mu'an sitting next to her with her legs crossed, playing with her mobile phone.

"Is the hypnosis over?" Zhong Qing blinked and asked.

Zhou Mu'an's worries were relieved, looking at her haggard face, he blamed himself and felt lingering fear.

However, in order to prevent Zhong Qing from falling into new confusion, she sighed and pretended to blame: "You! I haven't seen anyone who treats hypnosis as a nap, and I couldn't wake you up just now!"

Zhong Qing also felt that she had slept for a long time, and apologized to Zhou Mu'an with a grin: "I'm sorry, Mu'an, maybe I didn't sleep well last night, and I had another nightmare just now, so I slept like a dead pig..."

Zhou Muan concealed his thoughts, but just shrugged his shoulders, "It's okay, I'll hypnotize you again when I have a chance, I'll hurry up and cook first, tonight is your brother's last meal in the hospital."

Zhong Zong will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning, so she will naturally seize the opportunity.

Getting up and walking towards the door, Zhou Muan said to himself with a smile: "Yesterday your brother praised me for my good cooking skills, what can I cook for him today?"

Lying on the bed, Zhong Qing couldn't help snickering, thinking of how painful it would be for Zhong Zong to violate his conscience under his own intimidation.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you bring him the pot-washing water." The more Zhong Qing thought about it, the more amusing he became, and his heart was full of gloating.

Zhou Mu'an is a typical person who values ​​sex and despises friends. When he heard this, he gave her a hard look: "Thanks to you being your brother's biological sister, I can't bear to treat the sick and injured like this."

Cooking dinner with great enthusiasm, Zhou Mu'an originally wanted to stay with love for dinner, but didn't want her to slip away faster than a leopard.

She had no choice but to eat a little by herself, and then rushed to the hospital with the insulated lunch box.

At this moment, the sky was getting dark and the inpatient building was brightly lit. Zhou Mu'an quickened his pace, wanting Zhong Zong to taste his craft quickly.

However, when she walked into the ward excitedly, she unexpectedly saw that the bed was empty.

"What about others?" Zhou Muan couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Putting down the lunch box, she dialed Zhong Zong's number suspiciously, and it took a long time before she heard the noisy background sound from the other side.

"Hey, I'm listening." Zhong Zong's voice was as cold as usual.

Knowing that he must be outside, Zhou Mu'an asked puzzledly: "Why are you hanging out outside if you don't lie down in the ward? Hurry up and go back to the hospital for dinner."

Unexpectedly, Zhong Zong denied his guess, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, I'm at Kai Rui Hotel, and I have a dinner today."

As soon as Zhong Zong sneaked out to socialize, Zhou Mu'an suddenly felt that all his previous efforts had been wasted.

In this city, socializing in shopping malls is also very distinctive, but drinking is indispensable for all socializing.

"You went to drink again? How did the doctor tell you? Why don't you cherish your body so much?"

In desperation, Zhou Muan couldn't hold back his anger and yelled loudly on the phone.

Zhong Zong on the other side was also quite helpless, he knew who would treat him well.

Just to maintain the normal operation of the company, he had to sacrifice many things, even his own health.

"No way, this dinner is very important, but I will try not to let myself drink, thank you for reminding me."

Zhong Zong's tone was neither salty nor weak, and he hung up the phone hastily after speaking.

Hearing the beeping busy tone, Zhou Muan was sulking alone in the ward, thinking about going to the hotel.

Rushing straight into the hotel lobby, she inquired at the front desk where Zhong Zong was in the box, and then went straight to the elevator.

The private room is located on the 28th floor of the hotel, Zhou Muan stared at the constantly jumping numbers, trying to find a way to persuade Zhong Zong to come out.

If he is stubborn and would rather die for business, then she will call Zhongqing to help out.

After finishing the plan in his heart, Zhou Muan urged the elevator to climb up quickly, but unexpectedly stopped on the fifteenth floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of the door.

"Huh? Little, miss, is this the elevator to go down?" The middle-aged man asked slurred.

Breathing the smell of alcohol on his face, Zhou Mu'an felt disgusted, frowned and didn't want to pay attention, just stretched out his finger to signal to go up.

The middle-aged man tilted his head and muttered: "Oh... I also think I made a mistake..."

As he said so, he stepped into the elevator in different actions, and pressed the button of the first floor unsteadily.

Zhou Muan's tears were almost suffocated by the smell of alcohol, she pinched her nose and took two steps back, trying her best to keep a distance from the drunk.

The elevator continued to climb up, and she was thinking to get there quickly, when she suddenly noticed that the other party was looking up and down at herself.

Fortunately, Zhou Muan was not a soft persimmon, he stared at him and asked sharply: "What are you looking at!"

Seeing her fierce appearance, the middle-aged man teased with the corners of his mouth: "Little girl, don't be angry, you look so beautiful, I won't lose a piece of meat if I look more often."

Zhou Muan rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk to the other party, full of impatience.

Finally, when she reached the 28th floor, she saw the elevator door open a small crack, smashing into the middle-aged man's shoulder fiercely and walking away.

"and many more!"

At the same time, the middle-aged man also caught up from behind and grabbed Zhou Muan's arm.

"Little girl, do you work here? I know the upper floor is a massage center. It looks like you are new here?" The middle-aged man asked with a playful smile.

Being harassed by the other party repeatedly, Zhou Mu'an couldn't help but get angry.

She shook off the middle-aged man's hand, gritted her teeth and asked, "What's your look? Do I look like a masseuse?"

"You have such a sharp mouth, tell you, I like savage little girls like you!" The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and smiled, brazenly hugging Zhou Mu'an in his arms under the courage of alcohol.

From flirting with words to physical actions, Zhou Mu'an was anxious at that time, and pushed the other party away fiercely to warn: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want after drinking a little wine, if you pester me again, call the police!"

"Whatever, I just want to make friends with you today!"

The middle-aged man curled his lips indifferently, and rushed forward again drunkenly.