He with my second personality

"I'm very busy now, I'll talk about it when I go home!"

After speaking, Yao Chengze ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Yao's mother was holding the phone, her veins were throbbing, and the anger kept spreading to the top of her head.

"mom……"

When Yao Qi came to the front desk, he happened to see his mother's face that wanted to eat people.He thought his mother was angry with him, so he couldn't help but flinched, his chin almost pressed to his chest, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her.

"It's all packed?" Seeing her son, Yao's mother forced all her anger and unhappiness to the bottom of her heart, and showed him a mother's loving smile, "Check and check, if there is nothing forgotten, we will check out for dinner."

The weather that day was a bit cloudy, with dark clouds accumulating above the head, as if there would be a hearty pouring rain pouring down at any moment.

Mother Yao came out of the hotel and looked at the sky, "What do you want for lunch? Mom is not familiar with this place, so I have to ask you to recommend it."

Yao Qi swallowed his saliva, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, and then thought of his mother receiving a call from him early in the morning, and rushing here from the company all the way. After being busy for a long time, it would be too bad not to let her eat even a meal , so he took out his mobile phone cautiously and opened the software: "I'll check, do you have anything you want to eat?"

Half an hour later, the two sat in an online celebrity seafood shop.

The fresh seafood is all caught locally on the same day. Diners here will choose seafood on the spot according to their preferences, and then let the chefs in the store process it into their favorite taste to eat.

Yao's mother looked at the menu, and asked her son a little embarrassed: "What do you like to eat?"

It's embarrassing to say that although Yao Qi is her own child, she paid little attention to him since she was a child. Now that her son has grown from a boy to a man, she doesn't even know his basic tastes and preferences.

"I can eat anything." Yao Qi smiled at his mother, "I know you like seafood, so I want to come to this restaurant."

Yao's mother was slightly taken aback, she really likes to eat seafood, but she didn't deliberately mention it.There are not many opportunities to eat with his son on weekdays. How did he know what he likes to eat?

"Then... shall we order spicy crabs? Do you like crabs? Can you eat spicy food?" Mother Yao asked carefully, and after receiving Yao Qi's positive answer, she ordered a few other dishes to the waiter.

Several different dishes are divided into different ingredients and different tastes.Yao's mother wants to try this shared meal to see which flavor her son likes better.

The food was served quickly, and the mother and son chatted while eating.

"Can you tell me about your brother?" Mother Yao asked him seemingly casually.

Yao Qi just picked up a piece of spicy crab, and put it down nervously when his mother asked.

Yao's mother: "Eat, talk while eating—don't be afraid, we're just chatting casually."

"Is your brother with us now?" she asked.

Yao Qi shook his head and said in confusion, "I won't be able to find him when I wake up this morning."

Yao's mother asked again: "Are you all together these few days? He brought you here when you came out to play?"

Yao Qi obediently said: "Yes, he promised me that if I pass the exam, he will take me out to relax and come to the city I want to come to."

Yao's mother silently chewed on "the city I want to come to", and then remembered it in her heart.

"What have you been doing for the past few days?" Yao's mother asked, "We still have half a day left. If you want to go and haven't made it, mom can take you there."

Yao Qi was a little surprised, but also a little pleasantly surprised.His eyes lit up, and he wanted to say subconsciously, but at this moment his mother's cell phone rang.

Yao's mother frowned, took out her mobile phone to look at it, and turned her head to answer the call.

Yao Qi didn't hear the content of the phone call, but from her mother's answer, it can be deduced that someone asked her where she was and when she would go back. It seemed that there were some customers and orders waiting for her to deal with.

"Well, I, I don't have anything to play. Yao Chen has already played with me for the past few days." Yao Qi replied after his mother hung up the phone.

There was indeed a small situation in Yao's mother's company: "Then... okay, I will take you out to play after my mother finishes her work."

After the meal, the two settled the bill and left with their luggage.

While waiting at the airport, Yao's mother answered several phone calls one after another. Looking from a distance, her mother's tone and expression were a little anxious.

Yao Qi sat on the seat in a regular manner and waited. In a trance, he felt that someone was sitting next to him.

It was Yao Chen.

"Why did you come here? Where did you go this morning!" Yao Qi frowned a little reproachfully.

Yao Chen stretched out his hand and gently covered Yao Qi's wrist, where the red mark from the hand test was still there: "Is the spicy crab delicious?"

Yao Qi lowered his head and also looked at his wrist.

"It's delicious." After a while, he replied, even if he hates eating crabs, even if he would be allergic to crabs, it's what his mother likes, and it's what his mother eats with him during her busy schedule.

Before evening, the plane from city b to city s landed.

Yao's mother took a taxi and wanted to take Yao Qi home first, and then go back to the company by herself.

"If you still have a job, go do it first." Yao Qi said to her mother very caringly, "I can go home by myself."

The mobile phone in the pocket of the clothes vibrated again, and Yao's mother glanced at the screen, feeling helpless and guilty: "Okay, then you go back and have a good rest, order takeaway if you want to eat, and tell mom if you don't have enough money." .”

After Yao's mother's taxi left, Yao Qi stopped another car and sat in the passenger seat.

"City Hospital."

The car is on, the seat belt is on.

The person in the co-pilot suddenly looked sideways at the back of the car.

Seeing a man with the same appearance as him, sitting softly in the corner of the seat, the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

At night, Yao Chengze worked overtime until he became dizzy.

He put down the unfinished work at hand, got up and went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

When passing by the living room, I accidentally glanced inside and saw my wife sitting in it.

Yao Chengze thought he was dazzled until he opened the door and walked in, only to find that it was really his wife.

"Why are you here?"

Yao's mother put the tablet in her hand aside: "You are busy with work and can't make an appointment, so I came to you directly."

Yao Chengze looked outside the door and saw that none of the colleagues working overtime noticed the movement here, so he quietly closed the door.

"Since you know I'm busy, why don't you wait at home? Why don't you talk about it at home? Why don't you come to my company to make trouble?!"

"Your son is sick."

Yao Chengze brushed his hair: "If you are sick, take him to the hospital! You have hands, feet and a car, so you can drive him to the hospital?"

Mother Yao: "Mental illness."

Yao Chengze: "...what?"

Yao's mother got up and pushed the tablet in front of him: "Dissociative Idity Disorder, dissociative identity disorder-whether it is specific or not, and how serious it is, you need to see a doctor to judge."

Yao Chengze didn't seem to understand, he stared blankly at his wife, speechless.

Yao's mother stopped in front of him holding her bag: "The birth of my son was indeed an accident. I know you don't like children, and I don't like them either, but since he was born, are you and I the least parents? Should you take some responsibility?"

Yao Chengze's lips moved, but he still didn't say anything.

Yao's mother sneered, not wanting to continue talking nonsense with this irresponsible dog man, she stepped on high heels of more than ten centimeters, turned and left.

It wasn't until the sound of high heels could not be heard at all that Yao Chengze threw himself on the sofa decadently, and brushed his hair helplessly.

mental illness?how come?

But if it was a joke, it would be too big a joke.