Rebirth Group Favorite: The Movie Emperor's Wife Is Poor and Fierce

Jian Huating was stunned, and asked in a daze: "Does she understand psychology?"

Qi Si rubbed the center of his brows more vigorously: "She said, she can do it a little bit."

Jian Huating thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, entered the internal network system of the military department, and called up Sheng Wenyin's information.

Sheng Wenyin's military information is very thick. It is said that when she joined the army, she boasted of herself in order to compete for the God of War in the future. The column of personal honors filled six pages.

Jian Huating had watched it before, but she got sleepy after seeing the part where she was the flag-raiser in the first grade, and finally didn't finish it.

Now look again, good guy, Jian Huating really saw the record that she taught psychology by herself behind the super invincible big red flower in Sheng Wenyin Kindergarten.

She said that she thought her adoptive mother, Tang Ping, was sick and abused her all day long, so she studied psychology by herself, hoping to cure Tang Ping's mental illness, but she got into the entertainment industry halfway through the study, and didn't take the certification test.

Jian Huating was stunned, and pointed to the line below: "Look at the back, she has also passed the third-level chef certificate?"

Qi Si paused, took Jian Huating's mobile phone, looked at it for a while, and said, "She is very good at cooking."

But he thought that she was just forced to make a living and knew some home cooking.

Jian Huating stroked her chin and muttered: "I have a carrot, why don't you let her carve it?" 7

Qi Si: "..."

How did the topic span from psychology to carving?

Qi Si returned the phone to Jian Huating, and walked towards the study with a headache.

Qi Si contacted an authoritative professor of psychology in China in the study.

After listening to Qi Si's words, the other party smiled lightly and said: "People who have studied psychology are more aware of the general psychiatrist's questioning routines, and also understand the hidden traps in doctors' speech skills, so they will prevent these traps in advance, and even leave no trace. The anti-trap opponent, the younger doctor, lacks experience, at this time, it is indeed easy to be fooled, and this can be regarded as an academic game in psychology."

Qi Si asked: "Do you have time recently?"

"Sorry." The authoritative professor said, "I'm currently abroad and I won't be able to return to China in the short term, but... I don't think Miss Sheng really needs a psychologist."

Qi Si was taken aback.

The professor simply explained: "Ordinary patients have entered a dead end and cannot leave, so a psychiatrist is needed to intervene. The doctor will explain, guide them out of the dead end, and save them back to the normal world."

"But Miss Sheng, what she walked into was not a dead end, but an alley with exits at both ends. She knew better than anyone else that there were roads on both sides, and she could get out of this cramped environment by walking a few steps, but She just wants to stand in the middle and not go either way."

Qi Si didn't quite understand.

The professor said bluntly: "She doesn't need to be rescued, she needs to reconcile with herself."

That night, after dinner, Qi Si called Jian Huating to the study and talked about the early morning.

In the next few days, life went on as usual, and they didn't see a psychiatrist again.

Until a week later, one night.

Qi Si went upstairs with the milk.

In the room, Sheng Wenyin was still awake and was stealing something to eat. When she heard the door opening, she immediately stuffed the biscuits into the drawer.

Qi Si pretended not to see it, handed her the milk, and said, "Drink it and brush your teeth."

Sheng Wenyin didn't sleep well this week, and she had to drink milk every night. She finished her drink, brushed her teeth, and slept obediently on the bed, waiting for Qi Si to tell him stories.

The man hugged her and coaxed her a story about Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

Not surprisingly, Sheng Wenyin fell asleep quickly because of the poor speech.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Jian Huating, who was counting the time, knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, Qi Si stood up and opened the door.

Jian Huating glanced inside and asked, "Have you fainted?"

The sleeping pill in the milk was prescribed by Jian Huating at the headquarters, using a beauty trick, and asked the female supervisor of the pharmacy to prescribe it. It is colorless and odorless. It is more effective than sleeping pills on the market, and has no side effects. The female supervisor said that the formula is from the Nirvana Special Forces Provided by Captain Sheng for free.

Jian Huating clicked his tongue: "It really works."

Qi Si pursed her lips: "When I was experimenting with this medicine, she gave it to me."

Jian Huating asked: "Didn't you notice?"

Qi Si shook his head.

Jian Huating asked: "Then were you angry afterwards?"

Qi Si thought about it, slept for sixteen hours, woke up and Sheng Wenyin took off his pants, saying it was atonement.

Qi Si said: "No, it's very interesting."

Jian Huating: "?"

What's so fun about being stunned?Today's young people like to be weird.

Jian Huating said again: "The car has been arranged, everything is ready, let's go, let's go!"

When Sheng Wenyin woke up, he was awakened by knocking on the door.

She was terribly sleepy, turned over, hugged the quilt and said, "Sheng Siyi can't come in, please go and open the door!"

There was no sound at all in the room.

After Sheng Wenyin finished speaking, she also felt that something was wrong, she opened her eyes instantly, and what she saw was not Qi Si's face, but a super big rabbit doll.

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

Sheng Wenyin: "????"

Sheng Wenyin sat up in a daze, startled, where the hell is this?

Under the body is a soft pink bedding. On the 1.5-meter bed, half of her sleeps and the other half is filled with dolls.

The room looks familiar, but it’s hard to say how familiar it is. There are some awards and photos on the wall. The name on the award is "Jian Wenyin", and the photos...

Sheng Wenyin looked at the photos, suddenly got up, widened his eyes and grabbed the frames.

The photo frame has not been wiped for a long time, and there is some dust on it. Through the glass cover, Sheng Wenyin looked at himself in the photo in astonishment, wearing a university graduation uniform, holding flowers, together with his grandparents and father. Take a graduation photo.

"Damn it!" Sheng Wenyin was stunned: "I'm dreaming again? So real this time?"

Yes, too real.

The dust particles on the glass of the photo frame, the faint scent of gardenia laundry detergent on the sheets, and the sunlight slanting in from the window, are all so real, as if they are real?

Looking at the room again, Sheng Wenyin suddenly realized.

Isn't this her room?

It's not the room in He Qisi's villa, it's the room in Jane's house when she was a child, but the furnishings in the room have been changed. In the past, her room in Jane's house was a children's room, with children's beds and children's utensils inside. But now, the same room is filled with supplies for adult girls.

"Dong dong dong!" There was another knock on the door, and Jian Wenke's voice came impatiently from outside: "Jane Wenyin! Have breakfast!"

Sheng Wenyin was dumbfounded.

It was really Jane who asked Ke...but he didn't call her Bao?

She slipped on her slippers, got out of bed in a daze, and opened the door carefully.

Outside, Jian Wenke was dressed in home clothes, with her hands in the pockets on both sides of her home trousers, and when she saw her open the door, she said with displeasure, "Every day I ask you four times, you just forget about starving."

Sheng Wenyin: "..."

Jian Wenke turned and went downstairs.

Only then did Sheng Wenyin see clearly that this was indeed Jian's house, but the furnishings in the corridor were completely different from the old house in memory.

Sheng Wenyin walked to the wooden railing hesitantly, and looked downstairs, but in an instant, she saw a face that was all too familiar to her!

"Dad!" she blurted out!

Downstairs, Jian Huazhang was wearing an apron and was putting fried eggs on the dining table. Hearing the voice from the second floor, he looked up and smiled at Sheng Wenyin: "Yinyin, go and wash up, come down for breakfast gone."