The golden wolf dog of the beautiful president

The fight next door has been going on for a long time, even Song Yang, no matter how straight he is, has figured out what this is all about.

I suddenly felt that the sound insulation of this small courtyard was not good...

It’s really not good, it’s like playing an island movie over the wall, it’s not so deafening and blurring your face, but it’s faint, big and sometimes small, sobbing and resting, giving people enough room for imagination...it’s not as good as deafening and blurring Your face(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

In such a disturbing situation, Boss Wen sat on the sofa and read a book, concentrating on it.

Song Yang couldn't help but admire him.

He was fidgeting, embarrassed and angry, wondering how long these two dogs were going to be tossing around in his hut—!

At the beginning of the design of Xiaobieyuan, due to the limited funds of Li He, the "big shareholder", after providing the boss with a comfortable big house of about 60 square meters, Song Yang was left with only a small house of 30 square meters. The furniture and furniture are relatively rudimentary, and the bed is even a tatami mat.

The position of the bed was really narrow, Song Yang felt that he couldn't sleep two people at all, but it turned out that he not only slept two people, but also made drastic moves, fierce battles, and unstoppable battles!

I don't know if there will be a "souvenir" on his bed.

Thinking of this, Song Yang felt so disgusted that his scalp tingled orz

If I had known that these two people were here to do this kind of thing, I wouldn't have given up my hut even if I killed him!

Wen Ci seemed to have thought of this question too, he put down the book in his hand that had not been turned over for more than half an hour... looked at the boy with apologetic eyes.

"They probably have to stay for two or three days... Otherwise, after they leave, you can come to my room and sleep well."

From numbness in the scalp to stiffness all over Song Yang, he paused for about 5 seconds. After that, he unconsciously scratched his paws twice on the sofa, gritted his teeth and refused, "...no."

After speaking, he stood up abruptly, went to the bathroom, and locked the door behind his back.

Come out in 2 minutes... Dejectedly, he lay down on the sofa in the living room, his body twisted into a worm, his head buried in the pillow, and his whole body exuded a dejected temperament, like an old man in his twilight years.

Wen Ci felt distressed, and went to build a blanket for the young man, but the young man was so frightened that he froze and pretended to be dead.

"..." Wen Ci didn't know how to comfort him for a while, and the thought of regretting that he shouldn't kill him was even worse.

So he glanced at the next door, hesitated for a while, and decided to refer to the control group.

Wen resigned to the swing outside the courtyard, took a deep breath and sat down.

After a while, Wen Yu wiped her fingers carefully one by one with a wet paper towel and came out, frowning, with a small expression on her face as if something dirty was stuck to her hands, revealing a deep sense of disgust.

Afterwards, Wen Yu found Wen Ci, threw the paper towels after wiping his hands into the trash can, arranged his clothes again, and walked towards his brother.

Wen Ci saw a heavy scratch on Wen Yu's arm, almost bleeding.

My heart skipped a beat, "Qin Lu, he..."

Wen Yu thought he was worried that Qin Lu would come out and let him relax, "Don't worry, I understand brother's rules. I won't let him out who I don't want to see. I handcuffed him to the bed. But even Without handcuffs, he didn't have the strength to get out of bed."

Wenci instantly wanted to get up and go back to the room :)

Boss Wen once again realized that this group of control groups is not good. He doesn't like the guy turning into a ghost like Wen Yu... he might as well be a fast boy.

Unaware of his elder brother's mental activities, Wen Yu asked him seriously, "My elder brother met me face to face this time, and said he had something to discuss with me, and specifically asked to bring Qin Lu here. Do you have any new plans?"

After the amusement park incident, everyone tried their best to find Wen Ci, so Wen Yu completely turned against Wen Ci.

As long as you listen to your brother, your brother will report his safety every once in a while, and will notify him of new plans. The two of them have done a lot of small things together, as if they are really a family...

Although his brother only used him, Wen Yu was still very happy.

Especially this face-to-face chat is Wen Yu's first face-to-face meeting with his brother in the past few months. Before Wen Ci, he had been playing wild with his little lover abroad. A lot of rare materials were brought over.

No matter what new plans his brother has, he can cooperate with them.

Then my brother helped his forehead and complained to him, "You're too creepy on the bed..."

"..." Is this caring about Qin Lu?Wen Yu's eyes darkened for a moment, and she wanted to turn around and go to the ghost again, but fortunately, she took a deep breath and was not impulsive.

Wen Yu doesn't feel like a ghost at all, but it's a trick played by the young master in his previous life. He learned it by following the gourd painting method. It's really much more enjoyable to experience it than the next one.

"Tit for tat, I'm just listening to my brother." Wen Yu refused to take the blame, trying to restore her cute image.

Boss Wen, who trained/taught his younger brother to be a ghost by himself, kept silent. He swung on the swing innocently, like a good brother who never taught his younger brother badly.

Then he naturally brought this topic to the fore, looked at the thick information bag Wen Yu was holding in his arms, and asked, "Have you found anything new at the Qin family recently?"

Wen Yu thought to herself, finally got down to business, handed the information bag to her brother, and said:

"According to my brother's request, I persuaded the old man to take Qin Lu for a psychiatric appraisal. After the appraisal result came out, Qin Lu began to do psychiatric treatment. So far, he has been doing psychiatric treatment for two weeks. I found that it is not small, and it is all in the information bag. inside."

Wen Ci took the information bag, and first looked at Qin Lu's psychiatric appraisal - the result of the appraisal was [diagnosed] - catatonic schizophrenia, mild.

Wen Ci: "He really has schizophrenia."

Wen Yu glanced at him, and said: "Actually, Qin Lu also had a psychiatric appraisal in his previous life. After you were seriously ill, he was often irritable and irritable. He even quarreled with you several times during your treatment. He should be unconscious. What happened, so I made an appraisal for myself, and it was the same diagnosis result at the time, but I was afraid that you would dislike him and kept it from you, so you didn't know."

Wen Ci thought to himself, no wonder.

So this is not a disease that Qin Zhenting fabricated for his grandson in order to exonerate his grandson.

Wen Ci: "How did he get his mental illness? Inherited?"

"Genetics are an aspect, but not the main cause."

As Wen Yu said, she lowered her eyes and glanced at the document that Wen Ci had flipped out of her hand. He was as indifferent as him, and a layer of cold frost was rarely added to his eyes, as if there was something more disgusting than him recorded in this document. stuff.

"...My brother is holding a copy of Qin Lu's father's psychiatric treatment case. After reading Qin Zhao's treatment process, you will know why Qin Lu induced mental illness."

Wen Ci raised his eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu broke into the Qin family and obtained such top-secret information.

Wen Ci opened Qin Zhao's treatment case.

Among them, biographical therapy, which is common in psychiatric treatment, is used on a large scale, that is, patients are asked to write autobiographical diaries to record their own "diseases".

It seems that Qin Zhao's manuscript was pasted on the medical case. Even if it is a photocopy, the handwriting can be seen to be delicate and beautiful, and the copybook is also neat and beautiful.

[May 5, XX, light rain] [The following text is in Russian]

The first course of treatment started today, and my father finally accepted the fact and brought me to see a doctor. The psychiatry department invited a well-known foreign professor of psychiatry and psychology to come to treat me. The old professor is Russian and can’t speak Chinese. Because it's more confidential.

Fortunately, I can speak Russian and a little bit of other languages, so there is no obstacle in communicating with the old professor.

The old professor seemed very kind. He asked me to write a diary and an autobiography, and taught me that the first step in psychotherapy is to learn to face it. For the time being, I don’t need to face others, and paper and pen are enough.

But I didn't even want to face it with paper and pen. I looked at my father beside me and said to the old professor, can I let my father go out?

[XX, June 6nd, rain]

After the old professor negotiated with my father for a week, my father, who accompanied me every day, finally let go of my treatment for the time being. He looked at me with that kind of concern and asked me to obediently obey the doctor's words.

Father left my villa.

At that moment, I felt that my illness was mostly cured.

I asked the professor, I am willing to write a biography and cooperate with the treatment, but can my diary not be seen by my father?

The old professor smiled kindly and said, of course.

[XX, August 8, heavy rain]

Before I knew it, I had been writing the diary for more than two months.

Xiao Liu started to go to preschool, just like me before, he was the most obedient and smartest kid in the class, his father rewarded Xiao Liu with a small suit, saying that he looked very handsome in it, so Xiao Liu came to see me wearing a small suit, a pair of The little boss looked like he asked me if I was handsome.

I glanced at the father who came with the child, nodded at Xiaoliu, and said he was very handsome.

I lied to my child, and felt like I lied to A Yuan that I loved her. The guilt made me swallow two extra pills.

[XX, November 11th, heavy rain]

Today is A Yuan's memorial day, Xiao Liu's third birthday, and half a year of psychotherapy.I never left the villa, I miss Xiaoliu very much.

I proposed to my father to bring Xiaoliu to celebrate his birthday and accompany me, and my father agreed.

Xiaoliu was in a bad mood that day, and he didn’t seem to be used to studying in the preschool class. He cried and clamored to spend the night in my villa instead of learning to write in the middle of the night. I persuaded my father with the professor for a long time, and my father finally agreed. Stay with Xiao Liu.

Father sleeps next door.

Xiao Liu and I slept together, Xiao Liu hugged me and suddenly asked a very sudden question:

He said that the calligraphy teacher asked them to focus on practicing their own name, first name, and nickname, but his nickname was different from other children, so he asked him why his nickname was not Xiaolu, but Xiaoliu.

I replied: Didn't your teacher teach you the capitalization of Chinese numbers?

The capitalization of six is ​​Lu.

I said: You are my sixth child.

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