The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Zhuang Yijun's heart is bitter.

He originally designed a series of routines for Wen Jin to follow.

For example, climb up the bed first to test Wen Jin's attitude. If he is kicked out of the bed, he can say that he is too tired and forgot about hitting the floor for a while.If Wen Jin accepted this excuse, after the first time, why not have a second time?

If he doesn't accept it, he has a second option - to get sick.

Although the routine is old, as long as it works.

But he didn't expect to find out that Wen Jin had a psychological shadow on sharing the bed with others, which made it impossible for him to perform his subsequent routines.

Zhuang Yijun walked out of the counseling center in a depressed mood and drove home.

After the new year, several aunts and uncles and cousins ​​have left, and the lively home has returned to its former desertedness.

He took off his coat and glasses casually, threw them in the living room, pinched the bridge of his nose and went up to the second floor, but Wen Jin was not found in the room.He thought for a while, then turned and went to the studio next to the study.The door of the studio was open, and he was standing at the door. The bright sunlight penetrated the glass window and hit the young man sitting by the window.

The young man is bathing in the warm sun with a pencil in his hand, and the golden sunlight seems to coat his lonely figure with a layer of golden light.He didn't step forward to disturb, just quietly looked at the young man's peaceful side face, the bitterness in his heart gradually turned into sweetness without him noticing.

But looking at it, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Why don't you write?

He stood at the door for about ten minutes, but the young man sitting by the window kept writing, but remained motionless, like a carefully carved sculpture.

Zhuang Yijun was stunned for a moment, and walked over with light steps. When he got closer, he realized that the young man was not quiet, but that the movement was too small, but he saw his thin lips tightly pursed, his hand holding the pencil trembled slightly, and his knuckles were turning white.The sketch paper on the drawing board is as clean as new, and the tip of the pen hangs on the paper, as if the painter doesn't know how to write.

"Wen Jin, you—"

"Snapped!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the young man seemed to be frightened. The pencil in his hand fell off the young man's hand and fell to the ground with a soft sound.He bent down to pick up the pencil on the ground, the lead had been broken.

"temperature--"

The young man stood up from the chair suddenly, pursed his lips, and walked out without saying a word.He followed the young man out of the villa, watched the young man walk into the garage, and followed him all the way to the Fairview Gallery on West Street.

The gallery has been closed for half a year, and the door is locked. The young man touched his pocket, as if he wanted to find the key, but after digging for a long time, he didn't take out the key. He just stood at the door blankly, staring at the locked door in a daze. .

Although the weather was good today, the cold wind it brought was bitingly cold, and the young man was only wearing a thin knitted sweater when he came out.

Zhuang Yijun was only wearing a shirt when he chased him out. Looking at the young man's thin back, he was about to get out of the car when the young man moved.

Ning Zhi shuddered coldly.

His melancholy expression froze, he turned around slowly, walked to Zhuang Yijun's car, raised his finger and knocked on the window.

The window of the car fell in response, and he looked quietly at the man with bloodshot eyes. It was rare for his conscience to be condemned, but the newly awakened conscience ran away from home again at the moment when the heat hit his face.

He was blowing like an old dog in the cold wind, and this guy was sitting comfortably in the car blowing on the air conditioner!

The soft words lingered on the tip of my tongue, "I didn't bring my mobile phone, please ask someone to deliver the key to the gallery."

Unknowingly, Zhuang Yijun took out his mobile phone, contacted the servant at home, and told him to go to the room to get the key, and bring a warm coat by the way.

After hanging up the phone, he looked worriedly at the young man's purple lips, and said, "Wen Jin, it's cold outside, do you want to wait in my car?"

Ning Zhi glanced at him, opened the door of the back seat, sat in the warm car, and let out a comfortable sigh in his heart.The next time you do something, you have to pick a good day, otherwise, like today, if you do half the work, the cold will be unbearable, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

Zhuang Yijun turned up the air conditioner, opened the door consciously and got out of the car.

Although Wen Jin's mental disorder is intermittent, as long as he doesn't touch it, he's fine, but he dare not gamble.

The psychiatrist also said that Wen Jin's situation is caused by the stimulation after seeing Zhuang Feizhou's unsightly paintings. As long as he doesn't remind the other party of those pictures or give him sexual hints, it usually won't happen.

That is to say, if Wen Jin can't get out of the obstacles in his heart, not only will he not be able to have a daughter-in-law in this life, he will not even be able to sleep with her in bed!

Zhuang Yijun was shivering from the cold wind. He walked a few steps and saw a milk tea shop open in front of him. He walked over and ordered a cup of coffee and hot milk.He knocked on the window of the car, handed the hot milk to the person in the car, took a sip of the instant coffee, and thought about the purpose of Wen Jin running out suddenly.

But before thinking about the purpose, he thought of another thing.

Last year, Wen Jin said that painting encountered a bottleneck, and he went out to collect pictures for half a year. The first thing he did after returning home was to ask him for a prenuptial agreement, and then he gave him a dark green hat. At that time, he thought Wen Jin was abroad. When I met true love, I put a hat on him and made an agreement because I wanted to divorce for true love.

But with Wen Jin's current situation, it is impossible to have true love, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered the psychological barrier until the first day of the new year. This discovery relieved his recent anxiety for a moment.

After all, not everything is so bad.

As for Wen Jin's abnormality today...

Today, Wen Jin was unable to write for a long time in the studio. Combining with Wen Jin's psychological barrier, it is not difficult to guess the other party's current situation.

Zhuang Yijun wiped his face irritably. If Wen Jin can't get out of the psychological barrier, he won't be able to paint anymore, let alone sleep with his daughter-in-law. I'm afraid Wen Jin will never forgive himself.

This is really lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot, you asked for it!

Ning Zhi in the car was comfortably blowing on the air conditioner, drinking hot milk, and glanced at the man walking around outside the window from time to time, thinking that the time was almost up, if he was allowed to stay outside, he must catch a cold, so he got out of the car window, said: "Come up, I have something to tell you."

Zhuang Yijun threw the paper cup in the trash can, opened the door of the driver's seat, turned his head to carefully observe the other person's expression, and seeing that the other person's expression was still stable, he said, "What's the matter, tell me."

"It's not a problem for us to be like this. I thought about it and decided to—"

"Don't even think about it!" Zhuang Yijun knew that the other party had nothing good to say as soon as he heard him speak. He darkened his face and said, "Divorce is impossible, and you will never be able to."

"Divorce?" Ning Zhi silently swallowed the words that rolled down her throat, she's so sensitive!

He squinted at Zhuang Yijun, "You made me like this, do you think I'll let you go easily?"

"Not a divorce?"

"If I never get better in this life, you will never even think about getting a divorce. If you dare to cheat in marriage... Heh!" Ning Zhi swept across his lower thirds coldly.

Not only did Ning Zhi's harsh words not cause Zhuang Yijun any discomfort, but his brows that had been frowned for several days relaxed because of these words.

He tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips that were about to rise, concealed the joy in his heart, coughed lightly, and said: "I caused you to be like this, you really shouldn't let me go."

"It's still a human thing." Ning Zhi laughed in his heart, his face remained calm, "I plan to move to the gallery, just now I found it impossible to write in the studio at home, obviously I wanted to recreate the scenery I had seen before. I drew it, but my mind jumped uncontrollably to my uncle’s paintings, I plan to change to a familiar environment to try, if the familiar environment still doesn’t work, just wait.”

Zhuang Yijun sighed inwardly when he heard the words.

Things did not go beyond his expectations, but——

He turned his head to look at the second floor with the closed curtains, which contained a lot of memories about Zhuang Feizhou. Needless to say, Wen Jin would definitely not be able to write.

He was silent for a moment, and said, "Wen Jin, let me take you to see a psychiatrist."

"You think I haven't seen it?" Ning Zhi said indifferently: "I consulted my friend, and he said that I just need to overcome my psychological barrier."

"So does your friend have any suggestions?"

"Yes." Ning Zhi took a sip of the cold milk and said, "I'm just a mild psychological disorder, and I can make psychological adjustments by myself, such as shifting my attention, and I can find things that I'm interested in doing, so I choose to draw."

The topic is back to the original point.

Zhuang Yijun thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember what Wen Jin's hobbies are. He was silent for a moment, and said, "Apart from painting, what other hobbies do you have?"

"Gone."

"Then you can develop another hobby."

"Are you worried that I won't be able to write a pen and ask you to settle accounts?"

"No." Zhuang Yijun raised his head, looked directly at Ning Zhi, and said seriously, "Believe it or not, I sincerely hope you are well."

Ning Zhi's eyes flickered, his face moved, and his voice softened a lot, "I hope that when you say these words, you really think so in your heart."

Zhuang Yijun didn't miss the flashing emotion on his face, and he changed his mind, "If you don't believe me, I'll ask the lawyer to change the content of the agreement later, remove the item of meeting true love, and replace it with whoever files for divorce and gets clean How do you feel about leaving the house and paying the divorced party a sky-high price for mental damage every year?"

When he said this, he watched the other party's expression for a moment, saw the other party's expression of thinking, and continued: "Actually, I have no intention of getting married again; you definitely don't want to go back to Wen.'s house and be taken away by your father-in-law." Let's use it as a tool for another marriage, it's just right for us, we each need what we need."

"..." Let's just say that this group of people is very scheming.

First use the water in the vase to destroy the agreement, 'cheat' away the agreement in his hand, and then show him through Zhuang Feizhou's shady hobbies, shattering Zhuang Feizhou's impression in his heart.

He took advantage of Zhuang Feizhou's hobbies to create a psychological barrier for himself. This guy was really in a hurry, but he was in a hurry, but it didn't prevent him from seeking benefits for himself.

If he was interested in Wen Jin, Wen Jin would have been calculated by him long ago, so where would there be time to think about Zhuang Feizhou?