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"I know this may be a little out of compliance. But as a psychological consultant, I can provide you with some help in investigating this incident. Although Song Tiantian committed suicide, you don't want to end it like this before you find out why she committed suicide? "

Before Zheng Tianpeng could respond, Su Ziyue's cell phone rang.

She glanced at it with a panicked look on her face.

"Mr. Chu?" Zheng Tianpeng asked.

Su Ziyue nodded.

"Go ahead, you will always face it together."

Su Ziyue hesitated for a few seconds, but still connected the phone.

"Come over to the coffee shop across the street." With a complicated and uneasy tone, she hung up the phone.

Zheng Tianpeng looked at her with some sympathy: "Then I'll take a step first, you are tired today, let's get in touch later." After speaking, he got up and left.

Five minutes later, Chu Mohan sat across from Su Ziyue.

The two people who had been in love for eight years were silent, they didn't dare to look at each other's expressions, they didn't know where to start.

"Zi Yue..." Chu Mohan spoke first, his voice trembling and hoarse: "I know, saying I'm sorry can't make up for my mistakes, but... I still have to say sorry."

Su Ziyue lowered her head, tears had already flowed down.

"Zi Yue, I can imagine the harm this incident has caused you, but I... still want to tell you that the person I... love is you, and it will never change."

Su Ziyue sobbed silently.

"I know, I'm not qualified to beg your forgiveness, but... I... still don't want to lose you..." Chu Mohan choked up.

Su Ziyue finally raised her head, the tears in her eyes were indescribably bitter.

"I... haven't had the energy to think about it yet. All I can think of is Song Tiantian lying in the rain..."

She was sobbing, Chu Mohan hugged her head in pain.

There was another silence, and Su Ziyue tried hard to control her pain: "Captain Zheng, I think there are doubts about Song Tiantian's background and her... pursuit of your purpose, we must investigate clearly."

Chu Mohan looked up at her with a sad expression: "Zi Yue, I... I don't want to think about it at all, I know you can't let go, but... please don't think about it anymore, okay?" ?”

Su Ziyue stared at him with tears in her eyes: "Are you not suspicious?"

Chu Mohan pulled his hair hard: "I just want to forget all of this as soon as possible, completely! I don't want it to continue to ruin my family and my life!"

He suddenly grabbed Su Ziyue's hand: "Ziyue, I beg you, forget about it, we can start over, we have been in love for eight years, we still have longer days to look forward to, okay? I beg you is you!"

Su Ziyue looked at him silently, and withdrew her hand from his big one: "I can't forget... My heart tells me that I must find out, so that I can face the future."

Looking at the stubborn Su Ziyue, Chu Mohan fell silent sadly.

"You... Let's stay at your house for the time being. We still need time, and everything will be fine." Su Ziyue tried her best to keep calm, got up and left.

On the second day, Su Ziyue went to the Institute of Psychology first. This is not only a professional research institution, but also a medical institution that provides consultation and services to the outside world. It gathers the best psychology experts in China.

Colleagues expressed their condolences in a professional manner, with smiles, hugs and modest words, and finally she walked into the dean's office.

"Zi Yue? You don't have to rush to work." The dean Lu Kefeng looked at her with a warm smile.

Although he is the dean, Lu Kefeng is only 35 years old, single, and an authority in psychological research. He is not only a master of basic psychology, but also a ceiling of applied psychology, while Su Ziyue only focuses on medical psychology.

Su Ziyue always has respect for this gentle and elegant young dean.

"Dean, I'm fine, but I need to take some time off."

Lu Kefeng pushed his glasses: "It's better to call me Kefeng when there is no one else. The psychological hint of addressing is very important. It will not only make me kind, but also make me feel younger."

Su Ziyue squeezed out a smile: "Okay, Kefeng."

Lu Kefeng looked at her with a satisfied smile, his eyes always healed everything, making people feel warm, but also a sense of security and trust.

"How long will it take?"

"Two weeks."

"Okay, but on one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Allow me to treat you to a meal alone."

Su Ziyue smiled: "Well, you can treat me as a patient, I really need your authority."

After signing the leave note, Lu Kefeng looked at her: "Zi Yue, let's be a gust of wind, there is gentleness, but also bravery."

Su Ziyue was infused with a sense of freedom and strength, and smiled gratefully at him.

After leaving the research institute, Su Ziyue contacted Zheng Tianpeng.This time he didn't refuse.

Zheng Tianpeng's suggestion is to go to Song Tiantian's school first, and find out about the situation with her class teacher and close classmates.

Xia Qing, Song Tiantian's homeroom teacher, met Su Ziyue at the funeral, so she avoided some embarrassment and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Xia, how is Song Tiantian doing in school?" Zheng Tianpeng asked.

"Her grades are not very good, and she is almost at the bottom of the class. She is usually very well-behaved, doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to participate in group activities, and doesn't communicate much with teachers and classmates."

"When did she come to your school?" Su Ziyue asked.

"I just transferred here some time ago, and it will only be eight or nine months before she has an accident."

"Who is going to handle the transfer procedures?" Su Ziyue asked again.

"It's his cousin."