One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

What do you mean? "

"You were the one who invited Miss Uesugi to come, and you were the one who let Miss Uesugi do as she pleases. Miss Uesugi has a lot of free time, so why don't you play with me?" Weng Jing was not polite, and a storm gathered in his peach blossom eyes, "If you are sick, you will You have to seek medical attention quickly, and if it gets worse if you delay it, it's not good news."

Uesugi Haruko had vaguely felt that something was wrong from just now, but she did not expect this family to put the conflict on the face so nakedly.She was a little embarrassed, so she could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, as if she didn't know anything.

"King Atobe! Do you think you will be rewarded if you protect him? Look at him like that, is he okay?" Mrs. Atobe was a little excited, as if she had been suppressed by a poisonous beast in her heart for too long. Released, wishing to eat the flesh and drink the blood of all those who hurt her.

Weng Jing suddenly stood up and approached Mrs. Atobe, with frost in his eyes: "Sister-in-law, you are too excited, have you forgotten your identity as Mrs. Atobe? Restrain yourself, don't invite anyone to watch the joke."

Without finishing talking, she moved closer to Mrs. Atobe, and said each word at a volume that could only be heard by two people: "Or you don't want the position of Mrs. Atobe anymore?"

"You!" Mrs. Atobe panicked at that moment, like a trapped animal, raised her hand to push Weng Jing away, but Weng Jing got up and dodged, and sat back in her seat

"Enough!" The president of Atobu suddenly shouted angrily, but he assumed the aura of being the head of the family, his eyes widened and he was about to speak, but he saw the cold eyes of his righteous sister looking over him, and the concentration in his heart The anger that got up suddenly vented half.

"Don't let people see the joke." Atobe saw that Yumaka finished speaking out of breath, feeling suffocated, and turned his head to the innocent Haruko Uesugi, "Miss Uesugi, please take care of Inuko's illness."

Haruko Uesugi, who had been keeping an eye on her nose and nose and mind, released her ears at this time, and said with a smile, "President of the Division, please rest assured."

"Yeah." Atobe Mixiong groaned, turned his head and whispered to Mrs. Atobe, "Don't go upstairs with me yet."

"Hmph!" Mrs. Atobe snorted coldly, stood up and strode out of the living room.He didn't care about the black and sullen President Atobu behind him at all.

Atobe Mio's face darkened, and he couldn't hold back his anger and shook his sleeves and left.

Weng Jing leaned on the armrest of the sofa and watched the two leave.

She finally knew who Keigo Atobe learned to swing his sleeves in a suit from. This habit is not good, and he must get rid of it.

It's just too ugly.

And being so impatient, it's no wonder that the old man Atobe was unwilling to hand over the real power to him when he was about to die. Instead, he handed over most of the responsibilities to his young grandson.

It's a joke.

"Ms. Uesugi laughed. You don't need to say more about some things, you should understand." Weng Jing regained his composure and invited Uesugi Haruko to sit down next to him. "May I take the liberty to ask about your job?"

"Currently, I have my own psychological clinic in Jumachi, Tokyo, which is not bad." When Uesugi Haruko talked about her profession, her face was covered with a layer of pride and pride.

Weng Jing lowered his eyes, the heroine of this world looks pretty good.It seems that more problems are caused by this person who is only wearing the skin of Keigo Atobe.

"Miss Uesugi is young, very good." Weng Jing praised, moved his toes, and kicked the silent Keigo Atobe beside him, "This is Keigo Atobe, and he is also your treatment target."

"I don't need it!" Keigo Atobe stood up suddenly, and said the first sentence of the day, with cold eyes and unfriendly eyes.

Weng Jing raised his eyelids and met his eyes. There was no intense emotion in his dark eyes, but they were indifferent: "Sit down!"

Atobe Keigo stood still.

"Sit down." She spoke again, her voice was softer, but it was much more dangerous than before.

The man pursed his lips and sat down reluctantly.Put your hands on your knees and lower your eyes.

"Miss Uesugi, can you tell me about the steps you are preparing for?" Weng Jing saw that Keigo from the trace department had quieted down, and then turned his face to continue the conversation with Haruko Uesugi.

"Well, if it is an ordinary psychological diagnosis and treatment, it is nothing more than talking and hypnosis." Haruko Uesugi thought for a while, "But Master Atobe's situation seems to be different from what I thought, so I may take other measures."

"for example?"

"I didn't expect it for the time being. I need to understand the situation of Master Atobe before making a decision."

"Very good, thank you Miss Uesugi." Weng Jing nodded, "When will it start?"

"Now." Haruko Uesugi stood up and looked at Keigo Atobe, "Master Atobe, may I ask?"

"..." In the shadow covered by the broken hair, the man's eyes flickered, and only his hands grasped the fabric of the trousers at the knees more and more tightly, and finally let go suddenly.

The man raised his head, with a cold expression on his face: "No, stay away from me! Go away!"

Weng Jing narrowed his eyes, this is...

Uesugi Haruko was not annoyed either, probably because she had seen too many patients like this, she still smiled: "Master Atobe, the treatment requires the patient's cooperation."

"I don't cure! I'm not sick!"

"Master Atobe, your condition is not a disease, and I am not here to treat you." Haruko Uesugi patiently explained, her tone still calm, "It's just a conversation, and I'll leave after the conversation."

"I don't believe it." Keigo Atobe refused to accept it.

Uesugi Haruko blinked, and the lake-green eyes rippled with a smile, "Atobe-kun, it's just talking, nothing else."

"I don't need it! And I hate you!" Uesugi Haruko paused when she heard this tone with a bit of childishness.

She no longer tried to persuade her, "Okay, that's how we are."

"Miss Atobe, Master Atobe, then I will take my leave first."

"I'll see you off." Weng Jing stood up, and Keigo Atobe raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

Unexpectedly, with a twist of the wrist in her palm, Keigo Atobe couldn't hold it firmly, so she broke free.

"Miss Uesugi, I'll see you off."

"Thank you."

The man looked at the backs of the two people leaving back and forth, his eyes were full of dark ink.

The path paved with cobblestones does not hurt the feet, but it massages the soles of the feet when stepping on it, which is somewhat comfortable.

"How?" Weng Jing asked suddenly, a little confused.

"I don't like to be in contact with outsiders, I have a serious rejection mentality, I can't judge the psychological trauma for the time being, and my mental condition is not stable." After Uesugi Haruko finished speaking, she turned to look at Weng Jing, "Miss Atobe, do you have anything to say to me? ?”

"In a situation like split personality, how can all personalities be integrated?" After Weng Jing finished speaking, no matter how shocking the information in her words, she just stared closely at Haruko Uesugi's eyes.

The girl in front of her frowned suddenly, "Split personality is not common. There have been no cases where all personalities merged or disappeared. It is very difficult."

"What about the possibility?"

"I can only say extremely low."

Weng Jing raised his lips, "That's right."

"You can say that." Uesugi Haruko was noncommittal, "Miss Jing, how many personalities have you seen so far?"

"triple."

"Hmm." Haruko Uesugi covered her eyes all of a sudden, "It's very difficult, I can only say that I did my best."

"It's okay." Weng Jing waved his hand and continued to move forward, "The situation is special, all the files of the treatment must be kept at home, you know that the Atobe Group is a thorn in the side now. So I will arrange a room for you in the Atobe House , I will arrange everything you need. I hope to understand."

"No problem." Uesugi Haruko responded.

"Very well, that is a pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

After sending Haruko Uesugi out the door, it was already half an hour before she came back.

Back in the living room, Keigo Atobe was nowhere to be seen.

Weng Jing turned around and walked upstairs.

Walking to the door of her bedroom, before opening the door, a pair of hands reached out and clasped her shoulders tightly.

The man's scorching breath instantly enveloped her, trapping her between the wall and his arm: "Why did you agree?" His eyes were wronged and pitiful, obviously he had changed his personality again.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for that cold personality to do such a behavior.

"Don't worry, just make a show."

"Really?" Atobe Keigo obviously didn't believe it.

"Otherwise? Refute your mother on the spot?"

The man in front of him fell into deep thought, and Weng Jing raised his brows slightly as he looked at him thoughtfully.However, the moment Keigo Atobe raised her head, she was expressionless again.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore..." Poor.

"How come, you think too much." Reaching out to pat the man's hand on his shoulder, Weng Jing moved his arm, "Want to go to the amusement park?"

Something flashed quickly in Atobe Jingwu's eyes, but under Weng Jing's gaze, he raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

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The corner of Weng Jing's mouth twitched, and he sat in the driver's seat, refusing to open the door.

"So, why you?"

What about a fixed time and a fixed personality every day?What about playing with her?

"Hey~ You invited me to play, what kind of attitude is this?" The person leaning against the door was a man with a charming posture.

... Are you a man?Give me some face!

"I've changed my mind now."

"Then let's go shopping for clothes!"

"??" Weng Jing suddenly felt bad.

The man opened the car window and asked her: "LO skirt or something, the cutest, do you want to try it?"

"No need to thank you." She has tried LO skirts in the last world, hehe, mortal.

"Auntie, girls can't live so imprecisely." Sao Bao's personality flicked her hair and said.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Weng Jingnei