keep running, i won't break your legs

Come out and wish him a happy birthday.

However, although there are some sand sculptures, it is really warm. Chen Ming's eyebrows are slightly curved, and he feels warm.

Qin Siyuan simply said "um" and didn't speak again.

His student knows it well, Fan Long knows that if he speaks first, he can stare at him all day long.

But since he celebrated his birthday yesterday, and he forgot to buy him a gift, he could only suppress his breath, turned to look at Chen Ming, and asked, "Chen Ming?"

Chen Ming is still in a daze, why?These two know each other?Mixed doubles?

Until Fan Long raised his voice and asked again impatiently: "Chen Ming?"

"Ah, yes." Chen Ming came back to his senses and replied vaguely twice.

Qin Siyuan glared at the old professor: "Keep your voice down."

what the hell?What is the origin of this man called Chen Ming?To let Qin Siyuan, a bastard, protect him so generously?He has taught him for so many years, and he has never looked at himself a few times.

Maybe it was because the resentment in his eyes was too strong, Chen Ming also tasted it a little bit, and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, Xiao Yuan, don't make things difficult for the doctor."

Seeing that the people he brought were willing to speak for him, the little old man suddenly felt a little bit of victory in his heart, and his beard was about to rise to heaven.

"Hmph, I don't remember villains." He pointed to the chair in front of the table, "Sit there."

Chen Ming nodded, subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, Qin Siyuan frowned slightly, really wanted to take off his mask.

And when he sat on the chair, he still didn't understand the purpose of Qin Siyuan bringing him here.

"What did you bring me here for?" he asked softly, leaning back.

Qin Siyuan supported the back of the chair, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Didn't you see those big characters hanging on the door just now?

Psychological consultation room.

Fan Cage's main job is to study biological structure, and his side job is to study human psychology.

Every weekend, he is forced to put aside his beloved "hands-on activities" and come to the hospital instead.

For a great professor like him, the people who make an appointment to see a doctor will wait until next month. Because Qin Siyuan is his closed disciple and has a little privilege, he brought people here directly.

Chen Ming's mental condition is very bad, if he doesn't do something, he will feel very irritable.

The reason why I kept hiding it from him was because I was afraid that he would refuse to come with me after he found out.

"Okay, stop whispering," the little blond old man flipped through the blank medical records, and said to Qin Siyuan in a businesslike manner, "You brat, get out."

"Do not."

"When you come to my place, you must abide by my rules." The psychiatrist cannot allow a third person to be present when he sees a doctor.

Qin Siyuan didn't move, grabbed Chen Ming's chair, and stared at Fan Cage gloomily.

Fan Cage didn't retreat or evade. Although he was frightened, he still thought that this was the basic morality of a doctor.

Although he didn't know what would happen next, he had a rough guess since they all came to the hospital.

He patted the hand on the back of the chair with his backhand, and comforted him: "It's okay, Xiao Yuan, are you still afraid that I can't beat an old man?"

Fan Long's forehead protruded a few times, why do these two people have the same temper?Threats of force at every turn.

Qin Siyuan also studied medicine, so he naturally knew that doctors should not divulge the patient's privacy, but he was really worried, what if something happened to Chen Ming during the process?

So even after hearing Chen Ming's words, he didn't move his feet, but continued to fight with Fan Long's eyes, and if he continued to look at each other, the air would burn.

The force on the chair became more and more strange. Chen Ming felt that if this continued, Qin Siyuan would pick up the chair and smash it at the little blond old man opposite.

He almost saw the miserable appearance of the little old man with his head covered in blood.

43. Psychological counseling

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, Chen Ming stood up first, said "Sorry" to Fan Long, and then dragged Qin Siyuan to the door.

Qin Siyuan's feet seemed to have taken root in place, and did not move.

He shook his hand and said helplessly, "Xiao Yuan, let's go."

Qin Siyuan looked at him, then at Fan Cage, and finally pushed Chen Ming back on the chair, and turned stiffly to leave.

"Xiaoyuan," Chen Ming stood up again, kissed the back of his neck, and said with a doting smile, "Good boy."

"Understood." Qin Siyuan was shocked, and goosebumps arose.

He clutched the back of his neck and rushed out as if fleeing, as if his feet had been scalded by a branding iron.

Sitting back on the chair, Chen Ming lowered his head slightly, and smiled subconsciously, with a gentle look on his face that dripped water.

Fan Cage looked amazed: "This kid, this is the first time I see him compromise."

As usual, he gave Qin Siyuan a hard time behind his back, Fan Long wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and turned his doubts to Chen Ming.

"Oh, by the way, brat, what's your relationship with him?" I almost burst out laughing just now.

Chen Ming smiled shyly, and replied, "I'm Xiaoyuan's friend."

Fan Long's eyes changed slightly, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were far more than just friends.

But he can't control it that wide. He is a doctor, and he only cares about treating diseases.

After a long time, the door of the counseling room was opened again, and Chen Ming came out with a normal expression, and could still smile when looking at Qin Siyuan.

It doesn't make sense, is this the reaction of an injured person after being hypnotized?

He took a probing look at Fan Cage through the crack of the door. The little blond old man was sitting on a chair, frowning, staring nakedly at Chen Ming's back.

"Can I go now?"

Chen Ming opened his arms slightly, as if to show him that he was healthy and safe, so that he could feel at ease.

Qin Siyuan looked away, fell on Chen Ming's smiling face, and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah."

"I forgot to buy you a present for your birthday yesterday, so it's not too late to make up for it now?"

Chen Ming walked in front, talking to himself, Qin Siyuan took a step faster, and he took a step faster, always keeping an appropriate distance.

After coming out of the hospital, Qin Siyuan stood still and did not speak again, watching Chen Ming go further and further away quietly.

Sometimes he really felt quite tired and didn't want to continue, not because of anything else, but because of Chen Ming's attitude, which made him feel like falling into an ice cellar every time.

Amidst the crowd, Chen Ming finally realized that there was no one behind him. He turned his head and met Qin Siyuan's indifferent eyes.

"Xiao Yuan," he smiled wryly, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Even though it would make him sad, only by breaking his heart can he give up on himself.

Meeting Qin Siyuan again was not in his plan, but made him advance another plan in order to protect him.

He has been evading, avoiding Qin Siyuan, reason tells him to do so, but emotion goes against reason time and time again, getting closer to him time and time again.

"I'm not doing well, but I want to ask you how you are."

Inexplicably, such a line of lyrics popped up in his mind.

After standing for a long time, the midday sun burned his hair to smoke, but he still felt chills all over his body, because he saw an acquaintance on the corner of the street.

That person was Shao Feng, his confidant, and Chen Fenglin's eyeliner.

Right now, he has seen that he and Qin Siyuan go in and out together, and he will definitely stab Chen Fenglin. If Xiaoyuan is hated by Chen Fenglin, the consequences will be disastrous.

The more he tried to straighten out Qin Siyuan's affairs, the more confused his mind became, and obvious panic appeared on his face.

On a hot day, because of the fear in his heart, his face turned pale.

In this way, no matter how frustrated Qin Siyuan was, he had no choice but to suppress it temporarily. He still felt sorry for this "mask man" who pretended to be strong.

"Chen Ming."

Qin Siyuan trotted a few steps up to him, but Chen Ming's eyes were wandering, absent-minded, and he didn't notice him at all.

He yelled a few more times, trying to hold his hand, but he slapped him away. Chen Ming raised his head in fear, and all the pain and entanglement on that face fell into Qin Siyuan's eyes.

It seems that Fan Long's psychological counseling was not in vain, at least the dark side of his heart was exposed.

How can a person's mind be so heavy, he can't understand, why should he live so tiredly?

When he wanted to hold his hand again, Chen Ming reacted too violently and took several steps back.

The yellow light on the sidewalk just turned red, and several small cars roared by, and Chen Ming had already stepped on the road.

Qin Siyuan's pupils shrank, he had never been so panicked.

He grabbed Chen Ming with all his strength, dragged him back without saying a word, and let him punch and kick him.

People come and go, and there will be no less pointing voices.

After being dragged to a safe place, Qin Siyuan held him tightly in his arms, bit his shoulder hard, and tried to wake him up.

Chen Ming suffered from pain and gradually stopped struggling.

After a while, his arms hang down feebly, his thin body trembling in Qin Siyuan's arms.

Qin Siyuan let go, and warned hoarsely: "If you run again, I will break your leg."

Now he secretly regrets, if he knew that he would not be brought here, it is all because of that smelly old man, what is wrong with him?

Chen Ming's emotions were on the verge of collapse, and the voices of others pointing and pointing amplified infinitely, as if he had returned to that dark and boundless time.

Sensing that the person in his arms showed no signs of relaxing, Qin Siyuan panicked slightly, could it be that he was frightened by himself?

He turned to look at Chen Ming's expression, and was taken aback.

"Chen Ming, I'm just joking," he promised earnestly, "I won't hit you." Unless you are disobedient.

Chen Ming gave a faint "hmm", gently pushed him away, and forced a smile: "Sorry."

He still can't do it, still can't get out.

This kind of self is too bad, not worthy of Qin Siyuan's liking.

Qin Siyuan thought he had a bad temper, but he had tolerated him a lot, but he still smiled and wanted to push himself away.

Well, since he doesn't want to stay with him so much, he