After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

Wei Yan suddenly felt lucky that he had studied psychology specifically to deal with Hao Yuxue.

Everything really seemed to be destined, full of coincidence and fate.

She had learned psychology, and now she could completely help Leng Yeting.

Wei Yan said: "I'll take half a chair first."

Just when she was about to pull her hand out of Leng Yeting's big palm, Leng Yeting forced her back.

Wei Yan was startled, Leng Yeting had already hugged her and controlled her in his arms.

"No need for a chair," Leng Yeting looked down at her, "Just sit here."

Being so close made Wei Yan's cheeks suddenly turn red, and she swallowed uncomfortably: "...Are you sure?"

Leng Yeting said: "OK."

"When the time comes, it will be you who will feel uncomfortable, not me."

Leng Yeting: "..."

The strong implication of this sentence almost made Leng Yeting feel uncomfortable now.

Wei Yan coughed lightly and said, "Forget it, if you think it's convenient to sit here, then just sit here..."

As she said that, she gently held Leng Yeting's cheeks with her hands and looked straight at him: "Let's start now. I'll help you. Whatever I ask, you answer. If my question makes you feel uncomfortable, Let's stop. If you have a headache, you have to tell me the truth and don't hold on. Now, our relationship is that of a doctor and a patient."

Leng Yeting nodded: "Okay."

Wei Yan looked into his eyes without blinking and said, "Do you know what caused your headache before?"

Leng Yeting's dark eyes narrowed slightly: "She is the maid of the Leng family."

"Okay, are they all the maids in the Leng family? You have returned to the Leng family before. Do you feel a headache when you see every maid?"

Leng Yeting thought for a moment and shook his head: "Not really."

"Then it's not the Leng family's maid, it's the Leng family's maid plus something, and the two are tied together to give you a headache. Leng Yeting, close your eyes."

Leng Yeting stared deeply into Wei Yan's eyes and shook his head: "No, I want to look at you like this."

Wei Yan was slightly stunned. She wanted to hypnotize Leng Yeting, but obviously, Leng Yeting did not cooperate.

But I heard Leng Yeting say again: "Looking into your eyes makes me feel at ease."

His big palm hugged Wei Yan's slender waist. Wei Yan swallowed her throat gently, holding back the feeling of crying, and said: "Okay... then just look into my eyes."

"Ah."

Wei Yan's voice became a whisper, and she asked very gently: "Leng Yeting, is your memory chaotic?"

Leng Yeting said: "Chaos."

"Can you see what is at the end of chaos?"

Leng Yeting raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "I want to go through, but I always can't. There are often many hands stretching out to stop me. Those scenes... are all of you."

Wei Yan said softly: "What am I doing in those pictures?"

Leng Yeting moved his lips but said nothing. After a long time, he said: "You are hugging and kissing...Ye Xingchi."

Wei Yan's eyes were calm and calm. Although she was shocked that he said it like this, she found that she was far calmer than she thought.

Wei Yan maintained her previous tone and said in a low voice: "Leng Yeting, why do you have these scenes?"

"Because..." Leng Yeting frowned slightly, "Because..."

Wei Yan watched him closely, fearing that he would have another headache.

After a long while, Leng Yeting said, "I also want to know why I have these images."

His voice was full of coldness.

Wei Yan's hand gently stroked his temple: "Did you think of something?"