After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The slap left Cheng Xijue speechless, the cruel tossing of such a delicate skin and tender flesh, even a man would have psychological shadows, so much so that he was willing to give it to Gu Jian these few days at home, Gu Jian avoided him and hid Like a devil, pulling the lace of his trousers would rather die than let him touch it.

Gu Jian had a regular pregnancy checkup and everything was normal. The fetus is developing and growing. The doctor said that the fetus will move frequently in the near future. It is normal for the baby to kick his stomach unexpectedly. Now chat with the baby more, listen to some music, and prenatal education can promote intellectual development.

For this reason, Cheng Xijue moved the vinyl record player in the wine cellar to the bedroom. He was worried that he would listen to too many piano music. When he grows up and has a close relationship with Muro, he will replace all the records with melodious symphony, which will be played for a few hours every day. I thought there was a dance party at home.

Gu Jian lay bored at home. After breakfast that day, he leaned back in his chair and stuffed his hands into the spacious sweater pockets, "I will return to gravity today."

Cheng Xijue buttoned up his suit jacket, glanced at his faint belly, and thought, "I'll take you there."

Gu Jian stood up slowly, and walked side by side with him into the spacious courtyard. There was a dark car parked under the steps in front of the door. The driver was Assistant Gao dug from Qiantang. Lawyer Song sat in the co-pilot and talked with Gu Jian with a smile. wave.

Cheng Xijue knocked on the window glass with his fingers, and signaled Assistant Gao to get out of the car and go to the back row. He was worried that it was not a professional driver driving, and it was fine to commute by himself, but today he was more at ease driving his partner with a big belly.

Assistant Gao smiled shyly at Gu Jian. Gu Jian was playing minesweeping, jingling on his phone.

Cheng Xijue held the steering wheel with one hand, and looked at him with the other hand, and said: "Gravity's audio equipment has electromagnetic radiation. Avoid touching it after you go."

"Okay." Gu Jian said without raising his head.

Cheng Xijue drove seriously with his eyes on the front, and said calmly: "You don't need to attend the meeting, there are too many people wearing perfume and smoking."

"Thank you."

"Don't sleep on the sofa in the office. The top manager's office will be yours from now on. There is a bed in the lounge."

"Ah."

"The cold water taken out of the refrigerator can't be drunk directly, you know that?"

"know."

"Lunch can't be eaten in your company's dining room. There may be spices such as pepper and cinnamon in it. You should eat less."

"Too much trouble."

"No trouble, I'll order food at Xinrongji, and I'll deliver it to Gravity at noon to watch you eat."

Gu Jian raised his eyes from the phone and asked coldly, "Are you free today?"

Frey Investment is far away from Gravity Company, and it's not worth the loss to go back and forth for a meal. Besides, these days, Gu Jian is tired of looking at Cheng Xijue's face every day, and wants to be quiet by himself.

Cheng Xijue glanced at Song Wei who had a strange expression beside him, paused, and asked softly, "What am I doing today?"

Song Wei came back to his senses from the shock just now, but Cheng Xijue was rambling like an old woman. After carefully reading through today's schedule, he said: "I made an appointment for a consultation in the morning, and I will attend the financial summit as a special guest at noon. Play golf with President Zheng at [-] o'clock..."

Cheng Xijue's expression was calm, and the fingers holding the steering wheel tapped lightly.

Assistant Gao was able to transfer Yu Ning from Qiantang, all because he is a smart person, and the schedule was arranged a week in advance. Cheng Xijue already knew what work was going on today, and if he could ask this question, what he was waiting for was not the answer, "President Cheng , all these tasks can be pushed, the matter between you and Director Gu is the most important thing."

Cheng Xijue glanced at him appreciatively, and said to Gu Jian through the car mirror, "I'm free today."

Gu Jian quietly said "um", not bothering to talk to him, and turned on the phone to continue playing the game.

After sending Gu Jian to Gravity Company, the car drove to Cheng Xijue's first arrangement today, a psychological counseling agency in Yu Ning City, who did a simple investigation before coming. The best psychological counseling agency in the city.

The walls of the psychological consultation room are painted in a large area of ​​light green. Two warm yellow sofas are placed in the sun, and a circle of relaxing green plants is placed beside them.

Cheng Xijue unbuttoned his suit and sat down calmly. The receptionist brought a cup of fragrant coffee and handed over the list of consultants of the institution for him to choose.

"this."

Cheng Xijue casually chose a consultant with the most experience.

He has never been to a psychological counseling room, his life experience has been smooth, he has obtained everything he wants, and his body and mind are perfect and healthy.

The consultant pushed the door open with the clip in his hand, sat down and introduced himself briefly, and kindly drew the relationship with the patient closer.

Cheng Xijue gave his name, needless to say, the agency already knew his identity when he made the appointment, and the internal rumors have gone crazy in the past few days, and everyone's service attitude is exceptionally good.

The consultant looked at him carefully and asked with a smile, "Are you here because of work pressure?"

Cheng Xijue leaned back in the chair, fingers crossed and pressed on the tip of his nose, "I have a friend who has a serious mental illness. I'm here for advice on how to communicate with him."

We all know: I have a friend equal to myself.

The counselor nodded understandingly, "What obvious symptoms does your friend have?"

Cheng Xijue said without hesitation: "I don't have any hope for the future, avoid deep emotional communication, and have a low self-esteem."

The consultant opened his eyes wide in surprise, and said euphemistically, "Maybe it's depression?"

"It doesn't look like it." Cheng Xijue lives in a financial circle with a lot of pressure, and there are many people with depression around him. In his daily relationship, he observes that the Gu family is not passive and world-weary, but he just doesn't bother to pay attention to the voices of the outside world.

The consultant bowed his head and wrote a few words, "You can't judge depression based on symptoms. It's better to have an examination. There are many types of mental illness."

Cheng Xijue shook his head and said lightly, "He's afraid of coming to the hospital, so I'm sitting here."

The first step in psychological counseling is to open the heart. Only when the patient admits that he is sick can he begin to heal. The counselor put down his pen and said solemnly: "A person who shows glamor does not mean that his heart is complete and healthy."

"Of course." Cheng Xijue looked affirmatively.

It is a difficult task to pry open the mouths of successful people. The consultant thought about it and said, "In addition to the well-known depression, mental illness also includes bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, paranoia, post-traumatic stress disorder..."

Cheng Xijue sat up and turned the coffee cup on the table, "Sorry, I only have one hour today, and I have lunch with my wife later, I just want to know how to make him feel less uncomfortable, other things can be done next time Let's talk again."

The consultant looked at the watch on the wall and said helplessly: "Mr. Cheng, don't think that mental illness is simple. There was a person who sat in your seat once. He looked young and beautiful, and he didn't have any mental illness. The surroundings are completely quiet, and when there is no sound, he will tremble uncontrollably, look at the wall behind him."

"He hit the wall with his head, and the wall was covered in blood. I was shocked when I poured a glass of water back."

Cheng Xijue asked casually, "Why?"

"The severe PTSD I just told you about."

The organization will not disclose the identity information of the patient, but will use case examples to let the consultant get rid of the stigma.The consultant recalled that young man, whose appearance was unforgettable at first sight. When he came to the consultation for the first time, his eyes were full of hope, and his eyes were clear and bright. Until the desensitization treatment again and again, several years spent on him Fresh vitality, the last consultation has been a year ago.

The consultant sighed regretfully, and couldn't bear to say: "He was confinement in a quiet room for three months, and he didn't communicate with anyone during the period. I don't know who he offended, but he can think of This method is used to destroy his spirit. My patient is strong-willed, and neither pain nor beating will make him yield. He is a music student, and the source of pain will give him inspiration for creation. What can destroy an artist is --nothingness."

Cheng Xijue was a little taken aback, "A music student?"

The consultant nodded, "Artists are prone to mental illness, and many of my patients here are artists."

Cheng Xijue turned his head, looked at the consultant quietly, and stopped interrupting him.

The consultant sighed, "There is no window, no clock in the room, and there is nothing to pass the time except a bed and the bathroom. At first, he was very calm, counting the bricks on the wall one by one, and counting the bowls." The rice grains in the bag, the sound of turning on the faucet to count the water drops, and counting his own pulse with his wrist, but when these things got boring, the lonely suffocation began to overwhelm him.”

Cheng Xijue asked casually: "Then he went crazy?"

"No." The consultant shook his head firmly, closed his eyes and recalled the events at that time, "He realized that going on like this would drive him into a morbid madness, so he started playing music in his head, all the music he had learned , until after playing it hundreds of times, he created his own music, and the beautiful and moving notes accompanied him through those days and pulled him out of the lonely drowning sea, so he didn't have a nervous breakdown and become a lunatic."

Cheng Xijue picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then said slowly, "Music saved him, but it also ruined him."

The consultant smiled bitterly, "It seems that you have guessed it, as long as he is exposed to things related to music playing and creation, he will recall his past experiences, fall into extreme fear, or be alone in a very quiet place, He needs to wear headphones and not be able to hear anything."

Cheng Xijue glanced sideways at the green wall, unable to imagine that someone would bang their head against the wall to relieve pain because they were alone in a quiet environment.

The consultant looked at the whitewashed wall and said sadly for a while: "I suggested to him to desensitize and put the most feared things in the most prominent position. He hasn't been here for a long time. I hope he is all right."

"So, Mr. Cheng, this "friend" of yours must be treated if he is sick."

The consultant stared at Cheng Xijue's face and said something meaningful.

Cheng Xijue sighed, but couldn't understand.

Gravity's pantry.

"Boss, why did you drink milk today?"

Holding two glasses of milk, Tang Ge kicked off the stool and sat beside Gu Jian.

Gu Jian copied it by hand in the loose black sports jacket, turned out a section of the white T-shirt at the collar, combed the hair back neatly with the styling spray, exposing the entire clean face, and the eyes of people coming and going in the tea room Floating towards this table.

Gravity recently recruited a large number of new employees after the reorganization. He didn't come to work during this time, and he didn't know that the famous Bane was actually the director of the company. He grew up like this. He didn't go to the entertainment circle to show everyone his face and provide material for dreams. , it is too reckless.

A few heads gathered together to mutter, because of Director Gu's identity, he didn't dare to go up to ask for WeChat.

Gu Jian raised his head and finished drinking in one gulp. His Adam's apple rolled under his thin skin. He put down the cup, pulled out a piece of paper and lowered his head to wipe his mouth. "Not only today, but also in the future."

Tang Ge opened the satchel on the table, showing the cigarettes and lighters inside, "Go to the rooftop together after drinking? I'll talk to you about what happened in the company recently."

Gu Jian's addiction to smoking was aroused, his throat was itchy, he turned his head and looked out of the window, "Quit, don't let me see."

"Really quit?" Tang Ge couldn't believe it.

Gu Jian gave a light "hmm", "Go back to the office if you have anything to say."

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he took it out to glance at the WeChat message from "Xijue".

A photo, the flesh-colored picture on the computer screen has been thickly mosaiced, and a notebook is spread out on the keyboard. The handwriting of the pen is free and easy, with sharp edges and corners.

What is written is the lip-tongue skills summarized from the film, carefully analyzed in detail, and the spirit of learning is admirable.