After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

It was quiet in the hotel suite, and the doctor was concentrating on the fine wounds on Cheng Xijue's face. The man with a gloomy complexion just now suddenly lowered his head and stared at the phone screen, with one corner of his mouth curled up, smiling coquettishly, which can still be seen low and cold.

The doctor was terrified by his cold and hot attitude, pointed to the wound on his forehead, and said softly: "The sutured wound is open, and needs to be sutured again."

Cheng Xijue nodded with a smile. Unraveling the heavy seam without anesthesia was painful, but he had a slight smile on his lips and looked at the phone with radiant eyes, as if he was enjoying the process.

In the living room, Gu Jian leaned loosely on the chair, his long legs that had no place to rest reached the small coffee table, and the three people sitting around him in turn had different expressions.

Surprised, Muro lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "You are right, you know him better than us, and you have your own judgment."

Jiang Lie half folded his arms, savoring what he said just now, staring at him and whispering: "No matter what your relationship with Cheng Xijue is, you will always be God B in my eyes."

Gu Su blinked, sighed regretfully and said, "Gu Jian, you are such a good person, why doesn't he know how to cherish it?"

"..."

"Are you considering switching jobs to backlight the exam?" Jiang Lie asked without delay, and before Gu Jian could answer, he made an offer that was hard to refuse, "You will share [-]% of all the company's profits, and you can work behind the scenes or in front of the stage if you want." .”

Gu Jian lowered his head and smiled absently, "No, you can come to play often when you have time."

"What about me?" Gu Su interrupted and looked at him eagerly, "Can I also come to play with you often?"

"No." Gu Jian ruthlessly refused.

Feeling lost, Jiang Lie stood up and said, "Okay, I respect your choice, you can come back anytime you want in the future."

"Why can't I?"

Gu Su tilted his head and stared at Gu Jian, and said softly, "It's okay, I never had an older brother, and I will never have an older brother, it's no big deal, I'll get used to it."

"It's almost over, Gu Jian still has to go to work." Jiang Lie patted him on the shoulder again, and his temper came up after drinking too much tea.

Gu Su flinched and rubbed his shoulders painfully, "I'm back to the company."

After saying this, he waited for more than ten seconds without waiting for anyone to stop him. He slowly walked towards the door step by step, pushed the door open and walked out. Suddenly, he poked his head out from the crack of the door and said with a smile: " Gu Jian, see you next time~"

Gu Jian half folded his arms, and waved his palms perfunctorily a few times.

After seeing off Jiang Lie and Gu Su, and Muro who forced a smile and pretended to be nonchalant, Gu Jian looked up at the snow-white ceiling for a while, took out the warm mobile phone in his pocket, unlocked it, and the screen was frozen on the game interface.

He picked up the earphones on the table and put them on, turned on a piece of rock music, closed his eyes, and casually listened to a song.

In Jiang Lie's eyes, he is a talented singer with infinite glory in the past, and the unattainable God B. In Muro's eyes, he is the life-saving, indestructible Bane.

But in Cheng Xijue's eyes, he is just Gu Jian, and Gu Jian likes this, don't talk about the past with him, the past is not worth talking about.

That night, the dark car drove into the lush courtyard, neatly stacked small boxes on the steps, like a hill, and Aunt Zhou was instructing several aunts to carry them inside.

Gu Jian opened the door and got out of the car, and caught a glimpse of imported bird's nest, sea cucumber, ginseng and other precious supplements, stuffed in exquisite wooden boxes without money, and can make people die alive.Aunt Zhou looked at him with a smile, "The old gentleman and the old lady sent it, and told us to make up for the wife."

From the afternoon, they were delivered to my home by car by car, and they were moved in boxes by boxes. There were health medicines printed in French, seafood brought in by air, and there were several cars of baby clothes alone. I don’t know if it’s a dragon or a phoenix. , so clothes are prepared for both genders, everything.

Even servants without long eyes can tell that the old man and wife of the Cheng family like Gu Jian very much. They are more eager to please Gu Jian than ever. With a future heir in their stomachs, the Cheng family's hope of having a grandson rests on him. Can't afford to offend.

As the helm of Frey Investment, Cheng Xijue has not taken a long vacation for several years in a row, and rarely has a long time to spare. The wound on his face is too conspicuous, so it is inconvenient to show up in the company, so as not to cause unnecessary disturbances.

Once he was free but didn't know how to spend his day, these few days, he absent-mindedly flipped through a few books and made phone calls with Gu Jian, which became the most anticipated activities every day.

Gu Jian was sleeping in the car in the morning, not in the mood to chat with him, working hours were inconvenient, and he had to play games when he got home at night, the only place he had time for lunch was to chat while eating.

It's a chat, but it's more about Cheng Xijue's unilateral talk. From the global financial turmoil to the material test of baby diapers, Gu Jian listened to each other, and said "um" from time to time to express that he was in trouble. listen.

Cheng Xijue was satisfied listening to his sloppy and lazy voice.

He is not used to spending a lot of time idle, every moment of his life is money, except for the time to call with Gu Jian at noon, the rest has been arranged for himself.

On this day, Song Wei invited the senior counselor from the psychological institution. Cheng Xijue was sitting on the sunny sofa, with slender glasses on the bridge of his nose, a white notebook spread out on his lap, and a pen pinned to his breast pocket. Look eager to know.

The consultant sat down and looked at his face in surprise, "What's wrong with Mr. Cheng?"

"Car accident." Cheng Xijue summed it up.

Helpless, the consultant smiled and asked, "Is today's consultation still for better communication with your friends?"

Cheng Xijue raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "I have a lot of time recently, and I have a lot of free time to learn about psychology."

"You came here too hastily. Psychotherapy works slowly and meticulously. Only one or two consultations cannot solve the problem."

After the consultant finished speaking, he asked tirelessly: "Is it true that your friend can't come to do the consultation in person?"

Cheng Xijue turned his head and glanced out of the French window, "No, you will remind him of some unpleasant things."

The consultant no longer pushes back, and begins to analyze the types of mental illness carefully. In this era, there are too many people with psychological problems. Human beings can explore the planets thousands of light years ago, but they cannot open the inner universe of another person. .

After talking eloquently for an hour, when it came to the category of PTSD, the consultant took a sip of the tea on the table, moistened his throat, and said: "PTSD is the most serious mental illness in my diagnosis and treatment career, because the probability of cure Very small, even though his body is already standing in the sun, his soul and heart are still in the silent room."

Cheng Xijue nodded in disinterest, and said calmly, "Well, this is the second time you talked about that frustrated genius."

"He is the most typical PTSD I have ever seen." The consultant gently closed the pen cap and said thoughtfully: "It is also the most regrettable case in my career."

Cheng Xijue leaned back into the sofa, crossed his straight and powerful legs, and looked disinterested.

The consultant was immersed in the picture of memories, and murmured: "I can't describe to you the feeling of seeing him for the first time. It was seven or eight years ago. He is like a star in a movie. When I came to the institution, everyone was discussing his appearance..."

At first, the case did not realize that he suffered from mental illness. He would have auditory hallucinations in an extremely quiet environment. He often heard someone talking in his ear, reading music scores, humming vaguely, and counting numbers without emotion. Yi silently counted tens of thousands, and the noise made him unable to fall asleep at night. For this reason, he wore earplugs, but auditory hallucinations penetrated into his brain everywhere.

Once, the case was impatient with the noise, picked up the phone and started recording, trying to prove that it was not an auditory hallucination, but a real voice.

It is indeed a real voice, the clear and clean voice of the case himself can be heard in the recording, counting numbers without ups and downs, humming an unknown tune...

Fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and it was understood that only madmen talk to themselves for so long.

Cheng Xijue raised his hand, stopped the counselor's long-winded narration, and analyzed indifferently: "Once you mention him, your tone and expression are completely different from other cases. Your affection for him exceeds that of doctors and patients. There should be no professional ethics in this profession." Any personal emotions, excessive grief and sympathy will cloud your judgment."

Compared with a consultant, Cheng Xijue at this meeting is more like a psychiatrist.

The consultant wanted to explain a few words. Cheng Xijue glanced at the time on his watch, got up and ended the consultation temporarily. He picked up his mobile phone and walked to the desk a few meters away, resting his back on the edge of the desk leisurely, and dialed as usual. phone.

"Are you eating?"

Cheng Xijue's cold voice turned soft and deep.

Gu Jian snorted lazily and said "Mm", "There are too many dishes to finish, so don't ask Gao Zhu to deliver so much tomorrow."

Cheng Xijue took advantage of the situation and sat on the corner of the table, with the long legs under the suit trousers propped on the carpet, coaxing a child and saying, "Okay, let's eat less vegetables, and eat more fruits, okay?"

"Not good." Gu Jian flatly refused.

Cheng Xijue chuckled lightly, then asked, "Have you had any fetal movements today?"

Gu Jian was silent for a few seconds, then said slowly, "Yes, twice."

"Hmm...does the kick hurt you?"

"You'll know when you try it."

"You have been wronged." Cheng Xijue turned sideways, avoided the consultant's puzzled eyes, and hinted in a low voice, "I can do something else for you. I have watched a lot of movies abroad in the past few days. Learning, the skills are becoming more and more exquisite, come back and let you try the kung fu of wagging your lips and tongue."

Gu Jian sneered, and said slowly, "I won't try, so don't try to take my pants off."

"I don't just think about your pants." Cheng Xijue said intriguingly, and promoted himself: "It doesn't matter if you try it, it will definitely refresh your spirit."

Gu Jian yawned pretending to be sleepy, and said in a weary voice, "Cheng Xijue, you are really perverted."

"I'm sorry, Gu Jian, I'm only perverted to you." Cheng Xijue said solemnly while holding the phone.

Gu Jian sneered a few times, "Should I feel honored? Don't bother me, I'm taking a nap."

"Okay." Cheng Xijue was inexplicably docile, and whispered softly, "Don't sleep on your back, sleep on your side obediently."

"understood."

Gu Jian hung up the phone.

Cheng Xijue stared at the phone unsatisfied, recalling Gu Jian's voice just now, until the consultant behind him asked in a daze, "Mr. Cheng, your friend's name is Gu Jian?"

"Huh?" Cheng Xijue frowned and turned around.

The consultant was not sure, and asked again: "25 years old, a music student, he is very polite. When he smiles, he has a dimple on his cheek and a tattoo of a desert rose behind his ear. Is that him?"

Cheng Xijue's eyes sank, his heart beat uncontrollably, and he said word by word, "You know him."

The consultant put his hands on his forehead and sighed: "If he is your friend, then you already knew about his illness when you first came here."