After being drunk, I won the most fragrant little wolfdog in the world

Deng Xi stared at the diamond ring in front of her, and her heart was broken by the diamond that symbolized eternity.

He Wei still didn't give up on Chu Rou. Even though she and He Wei were already married, he still missed Chu Rou in his heart.

She pressed her fist against her forehead, feeling as if all the strength in her body was being drained away. Deng Xi was so heartbroken that her body collapsed.

"He Wei is your husband. You have the ability to let him marry into the Deng family, but don't you have the ability to control him?" Mo Chi asked coldly.

Mo Chi's words made Deng Qian's face burn with fire. She had no ability, no ability at all like a woman. She could only keep He Wei's people with benefits, but she couldn't control his heart at all.

"I'm sorry," Deng Qian put away the diamond ring, "I will advise him not to cause any more trouble to you and Chu Rou."

Mo Chi snorted coldly and stood up, "It's best this way. If it happens again, I won't be rude to him. There is a limit to my patience."

Mo Chi left, and Deng Xi slumped on the chair. She pressed her temples and had a headache!

Logically speaking, after several months of psychological therapy, she knew He Wei very well, and he was more obsessed with Chu Rou.

Love but not get, let go but never let go, seek but not be able, unwilling to lose.

When he was with Chu Rou, he had low self-esteem. He knew that his character and psychology were not sound, but Chu Rou seemed to him to be perfect. He regarded her as sacred and had physical needs. He would rather touch her to make him sick. He Yin doesn't want to touch Chu Rou, venting her desire to Chu Rou is a kind of defilement.

He wanted to formally combine with Chu Rou after getting married, out of respect for Chu Rou.

He Wei was also arrogant. He thought that everything was under his control. The only thing he missed was He Yin's greed. If he made one mistake, he would lose everything.

He Wei went to see her for medical treatment and hid nothing from her. He only regarded her as a doctor and confided all his inner thoughts to her.

If she hadn't proposed an agreement to get married, she and He Wei would definitely not have an emotional connection. No man would peel off the layers of his heart and face it openly in front of a woman.

Deng Qian knew that He Wei could divorce her right away with just one word from Chu Rou.

But she knew that He Wei didn't like her, but she still wanted to keep him. Deng Xi patted her head. She could cure the patient, but she couldn't save her love brain.

Deng Qian opened the jewelry box and took out the diamond ring. He Wei had really spent a lot of money on it.

Before they got married, they had their property notarized before marriage. He Wei only had salary income from Maodong Group and his previous savings of several million.

Buying this diamond ring cost him at least all his income since joining Maodong Group.

Deng Xi sighed, how wonderful it would be if this diamond ring was given to her!

She put the diamond ring back into the box and threw the box into her handbag.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still patients with appointments, Deng Qian would have wanted to go to He Wei now.

Zhuang Ling left the company an hour early and came to Deng Qian for treatment. She had already been here twice.

Deng Xi said that she had some anxiety disorder, but it was not serious and it came in time. Through psychological counseling and taking medicine, she would be back to normal soon.

Zhuang Ling was very happy to find her father, but the environment in the Song family was too depressing. She was used to freedom, and it was really difficult for her to adapt.

After the treatment, Zhuang Ling felt a little relieved.

Because of Dun Fei's existence, Deng Xi's impression of the illegitimate daughter was not very good.

She knew that Zhuang Ling was Song Hongyi's illegitimate daughter. Song Hongyi recognized her with great ceremony, obviously deliberately slapping the main wife in the face, which was different from the Deng family back then.

But as a doctor, Deng Qian would not bring her personal emotions to work. In addition, Chu Rou introduced her, so Deng Qian's attitude towards Zhuang Ling was neither close nor far away.

"If possible, you'd better change your living environment, which will be very helpful for your condition." Deng Xi suggested.

"Okay, thank you Dr. Deng!" Zhuang Ling nodded slightly, "I will consider it."

Zhuang Ling left Deng Qian's psychological clinic and she strolled on the road.

In the summer, the days were getting longer. Zhuang Ling didn't want to go back to Song's house, so he walked to the small park opposite the clinic and found a quiet place to sit down.

She tilted her chin and looked at a mother and daughter in the distance.

The little girl, about four or five years old, was playing with her mother on the grass.

When she is tired of playing, the little girl will run into her mother's arms and act coquettishly. Her mother will wipe her sweat, let her drink water, and then kiss her face.

The corners of Zhuang Ling's mouth were slightly raised, but tears flowed down uncontrollably. She missed her mother. Her mother stayed with her like this when she was a child.

She buried her face in her hands, tears dripping down her fingers and onto the ground.

Time seemed to fly by. By the time Zhuang Ling woke up from his memories, the sun had disappeared and the mother and daughter opposite him had also left.

She dug out a pack of tissues, took one to dry the tears on her face, swept it around, and saw a trash can under a tree not far ahead.

Zhuang Ling stood up, walked over and threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can.

She took a deep breath. It was time to go back to the Song family. It felt like running to the battlefield.

Across the park was a bus stop. Zhuang Ling was used to taking the bus. She refused the luxury car Song Hongyi gave her and never took the family car.

She insists on taking the bus to go out, and will only take a taxi unless there is an emergency. She has lived this way for more than 20 years and does not find it hard.

In Zhuang Ling's eyes, the Song family's wealth was just a pair of meaningless numbers that had nothing to do with her. The only thing that did have anything to do with it was their biological father.

Zhuang Ling had just finished throwing away the garbage, and turned around to see five or six young men wearing colorful short-sleeved shirts with wide open collars, most of their breasts exposed, and gold chains of different thicknesses around their necks. He didn't know what they were. true or false.

Zhuang Ling glanced at them and saw that they were not serious people. She didn't want to cause trouble and wanted to go around.

A yellow-haired man took a step sideways, stood in front of Zhuang Ling, and said with a playful smile: "Beauty, you are alone. Do you want the brothers to accompany you?"

Zhuang Ling looked around and found that all the people walking nearby were gone. She felt bad. These people were obviously coming for her.

If she couldn't get through, she wanted to go back. At worst, she would have to take a taxi home.

Zhuang Ling took two steps back, turned around and wanted to run away, but these gangsters saw her intention and surrounded her directly.

"Want to run? Where do you want to run?"

"Get out of the way, or I'll call someone!" Zhuang Ling's hands were tightly holding the strap of the shoulder bag, and his palms were all sweaty.

"Haha, just shout, let's see who will come over to help you," Huang Mao seemed to have heard the joke, "Look, is there anyone else around?"

Zhuang Ling clenched his fist and threw the leather bag in his hand towards Huang Mao's head.

"Fuck me!" Huang Mao was beaten so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. He stepped back a few steps and covered his head.

Zhuang Ling took the opportunity to run out of the gap, and those gangsters reacted and chased after him!