We're All Especially Sympathizing With That Man

After sitting up from Yan Jingxi's arms, Yuan Zhan knelt down on the sofa, leaned forward and back with a smile at him, and didn't stop until Yan Jingxi regained his strength and stared at him.

Yuan Zhan stretched out his hand to hook Yan Jingxi's chin, in the pose of a dandy young master molesting a pretty little girl: "Hey, it didn't hit hard, and it didn't swell up."

Yan Jingxi patted Yuan Wandan's paw away: "I'll just rub it with medicated oil." He got up to look for the medicine box.

Yuan Zhan just lay on the back of the sofa and watched him search, but Yan Jing searched all over the place but couldn't find it, and turned to look at Yuan Zhan who was taking pleasure in other's misfortune.

"Where's the medicine cabinet?"

"There." Yuan Zhan pointed to the small cabinet under the TV cabinet, "Do you want me to help you?"

In fact, Yan Jingxi was quite hurt from being bumped. She was afraid that it would swell up tomorrow, so she wanted to refuse, but finally nodded: "It's okay." He thought it would be swollen tomorrow, and it would not look good to others.

"Then come here, and I'll rub it for you." Yuan Zhan began to twist his neck, clasped his hands, stretched forward, and loosened his muscles and bones.

Yan Jingxi: "..." What is he doing, why does he have the atmosphere of fighting with him, just rubbing his chin that may be bruised from being bumped.

Yuan Zhan's eyes lit up with an inexplicable light: "Come on."

Yan Jingxi hesitated whether to hand over the ointment in his hand, feeling that it would be very painful next time.

He snatched the ointment from Yan Jingxi's hand, pushed him onto the sofa, and directed him to lie down: "Lie down, I'm about to start."

Yan Jingxi: "Okay, come on." There was a sense of urgency to die heroically.

Then, Yan Jingxi "enjoyed" Yuan Zhan's special service, making a voice that even he himself thought was not his own.

Yan Jingxi: "Yes."

Yan Jingxi: "Hiss."

Yan Jingxi: "Take it easy."

Yan Jingxi: "Slow down."

Yan Jingxi: "Hey!"

Yan Jingxi: "..." Gritting her teeth forbearance, she even ignored the fact that Yuan Zhan's aura was all around her.

After Yuan Da's nurse finished rubbing, Yan Jingxi felt that she had lost half of her life.

"It's late, let's rest." Yan Jingxi said while clutching her jaw, which was more painful than just hitting it.

"Okay." Yuan Zhan readily agreed, jumped off the sofa, put on slippers, "Good night."

The two went upstairs one after the other and went back to their rooms.

Yan Jingxi's chin was in excruciating pain, and he almost died from being rubbed by Yuan Zhan's five poisonous palms.

Yuan Zhan who quickly closed the door couldn't hold back his laughter. After entering the room, he buried his face in the pillow and twitched in laughter.

After a while, he got up and put the recording in the hall into the laptop, showing a charming smile.

How could Yan Jingxi believe that he would still rub the bruise? He didn't know it at all. He didn't know what would happen tomorrow. It would be miserable, probably.

Silent all night.

The morning bell rang in the distance, and the breakfast that my aunt was cooking was still in progress, and the doorbell rang at Yuan Zhan's villa, which was clear and not harsh.

Yuan Zhan yawned and went downstairs while holding the handrail of the stairs. He looked left and right, but he didn't see Yan Jingxi who was usually sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper or the morning news.

Yuan Zhan stretched his waist: "Auntie, Yan Jingxi hasn't gotten up yet?"

Auntie stirred the freshly cooked porridge: "I didn't see Mr. Yan coming down, did he oversleep?"

Yuan Zhan also shook his head. The elder knew that the husband and wife did not have much affection when the aunt stayed at home. From the fact that they slept in separate rooms, it could be seen that their marriage was in name only, which was embarrassing.

As soon as the two of them were talking, they heard footsteps in the stairwell, but it happened that the doorbell rang, and the auntie was busy with work, and Yuan Zhan went to open the door by himself. Tall man in Armani shirt.

Although Yuan Zhan wasn't too tall, he wasn't too short either. The guest in front of him was a head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters five.

Yuan Zhan: "You are?"

The tall man: "Hello, I made an appointment with Mr. Yan to come over for an examination today. Are you Mr. Yan's lover?"

"Yes." It may not be "love" now, but it will be soon, Yuan Zhan replied with a smile, "Please come in."

As soon as the tall man entered the room, he noticed Yan Jingxi who was wearing a mask, and his first reaction was whether he had a cold.

"Mr. Yan, do you have a cold?"

Yan Jingxi shook her head, looked at Yuan Zhan who shrugged innocently, and said to the tall man, "No, it's just that the face is not suitable for meeting people."

He briefly introduced the tall doctor to Yuan Zhan. His surname was Fu Mingchu, he was a well-known doctor in the industry, and Yan Jingxi didn't dare to let Yuan Zhan know about any subject.

Yuan Zhan already had a way to deal with it. He didn't show any curiosity about dealing with Chu, but asked enthusiastically if he had breakfast.

Fu Chu said: "Not yet. My family lives far away. I want to miss the morning rush hour and go out early. I don't have time to cook breakfast for myself."

Yuan Zhan said with emotion: "Doctor Fu can still get up and make breakfast, which is very good."

The fact that Fu Chu didn't eat breakfast was planned. He discussed it with Yan Jingxi. He needs to observe Yuan Zhan from various aspects. Without him knowing, he will more naturally observe whether his condition is getting worse or better. direction of development.

Yuan Zhan treated Fu Chu as just an ordinary guest.

When Yan Jingxi took off his mask to eat breakfast, Yan Lixiang almost couldn't hold back and exposed his prank last night.

He really didn't do it on purpose.

When Fu Chu saw Yan Jingxi's chin under the mask, he was so surprised that he almost threw his left foot on the ground with his right foot: "Mr. Yan, why is your chin so swollen? Was it stung by a bee?"

Yan Jingxi took a deep breath, and it was better not to mention what happened last night. Thinking back, he wanted to dig a hole in the ground. He gave Fu Chu a look of "don't ask again", "It's okay, Doctor Fu likes Chinese breakfast more. Western style?"

Fu Chu smiled and said, "I like Western style more."

Yan Jingxi: "What a coincidence, what we ate today is Chinese style." I don't usually eat Western style, and Yuan Zhanqi doesn't like the taste of fresh milk.

Fu Chu: "..."

With Fu Chu present, the usually quiet morning had a little different taste.

Yuan Zhan has a different enthusiasm for Chu than ordinary people, this is Yan Jingxi's feeling.

As long as it was Fu Chu's question, he would answer every question. No matter Yan Jingxi or Dr. Fu, he couldn't tell that there was anything wrong with him, everything was very right. He was just a very normal person, unlike someone who had so many twists and turns. Not like a depressed patient.

After breakfast, Fu Chu first pretended to check Yan Jingxi, acting and doing the whole set, and then it was Yuan Zhan's turn.

Fu Chu and Yuan Zhan entered the study alone.

As a psychologist, Fu Chu didn't think Yuan Zhan was prone to depression, let alone severe depression.

He is also very distressed.

The information provided by Mr. Yan is completely inconsistent with Yuan Zhanqi himself. He thinks that they are two people. Could it be that Yuan Zhanqi is actually a hidden dual personality?But it was impossible. He had seen the name of the medicine bottle that Mr. Yan had photographed for him, and it was a medicine for depression.

"Doctor Fu, do I need any tests?" Yuan Zhan smiled and had a very good attitude.

Fu Chu gave Yuan Zhan some ordinary physical examinations symbolically. He brought several examination instruments himself. The last item was conversation. It can be confirmed whether the respondent is prone to depression.

Yuan Zhan cooperated extremely well with the inspection and also answered each of Fu Chu's questions.

After half an hour passed, Fu Chu felt distrust towards Yan Jingxi.

When Fu Chu observed Yuan Zhan, Yuan Zhan also observed his facial expressions. Psychiatrists like to play psychological tactics with others, but Fu Chu in front of him didn't know that Yuan Zhan was also playing psychological tactics with him. No, it should be said, Yuan Zhan In fact, he was showing him the real Yuan Zhan, a Yuan Zhan from another world, so he couldn't find any sign of a depressed patient in Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan didn't want more people to participate in his war with Yan Jingxi, his time was precious.

Fu Chu is an expert in psychology. Maybe Yan Jingxi could have invited him for the original owner, so suicides would not have happened, and people would not have come here. It is meaningless to ask Fu Chu to examine him.

Yuan Zhan smiled slightly at Fu Chu, his eyes were unpredictable: "Doctor Fu, what is your original intention to become a doctor?"

While writing on the watch, Dr. Fu said, "I hope there will be no more patients in the world."

Yuan Zhan said, "I'm not sick."

Fu Chu was a little regretful just now, but for some reason Yuan Zhan's words hit his point, he shook his head and said, "Mr. Yuan is healthy and not sick, it's just that you often lower your head to play with your phone, and your spine is a little deformed, but it can be corrected. You're fine."

Yes, it's a good thing that no one gets sick. Isn't that what he wanted as a doctor?

Fu Chu left, and Yuan Zhan personally sent him out.

When he turned around and saw Yan Jingxi standing by the window, he put on a mask.

Yuan Zhan put away the smile on his face, calmly, and strode towards Yan Jingxi.

Yan Jingxi also wanted to ask how the examination done by Dr. Fu was going. He hadn't acted yet, but when he saw Yuan Zhan, who was sullen, he held his collar in one hand and pulled him towards him, making eye contact with Yan Jingxi.

Yuan Zhan: "Yan Jingxi, what do you mean?"

Yan Jingxi: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Zhan: "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know what kind of disease is being tested for the questions Fu Chu asked? You want to identify me as a neuropathy so that you can send me to a psychiatric hospital?"

Yan Jingxi didn't like the current posture. He wanted to push Yuan Zhan's hand away, but found that he was pulling it so tightly that he couldn't push it away for a while.

He simply took the opportunity to open the window with Yuan Zhanqi: "I know, you have depression, and your psychiatrist is Guan Shuyu."

Yuan Zhan suddenly let go of the hand that was holding his shirt collar, a helpless expression flashed across his face, and he suddenly chuckled, with sadness in his smile, he said: "Yes, I just suffer from depression, then so what?"

Yan Jingxi seemed to have made a decision: "I have talked with Guan Shuyu and consulted. Your depression is caused by me. As long as it is within a reasonable range, I can cooperate with your treatment."

However, Yuan Zhan took two steps back, without any sadness on his face, and asked him mockingly: "It is reasonable to pretend to be in love with me, and can it also cooperate with my treatment plan?"

Yan Jingxi: "I..." This, this is impossible, he has always loved Xiaoguang, and he can't even pretend.

However, when the words of refusal came to his lips, he couldn't say them.