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Reid stood next to her to listen to the training, Diana glanced at him and said, "I can't control you now."

Reid frowned and smiled slightly: "It's just a little accident."

Diana snorted, didn't talk to him anymore, and shifted her gaze to me, I quickly stood up with my stomach in my chest, feeling a little nervous, Diana looked at me for a while with those brown eyes that were exactly the same as Reid's: " Won't you introduce me?"

"Hello, Auntie! My name is!" I bowed to her and smiled. Even though her eyes look so similar, Reid always gives people a soft and weak feeling, while Diana makes people feel a little stressed. "I... well, I'm R's girlfriend."

Diana looked at me for a while, and finally gave me a short smile: "Hello."

When she doesn't smile, she seems a little serious, but when she smiles, she is similar to Reid's smile, and also has a characteristic that makes people want to get close.

Reid spoke now: "Mom, I'll bring her to meet you."

Diana frowned slightly, and went back to staring at Reid, she asked: "Why did you bring her to see me?"

Reid stood on tiptoe and didn't speak. He lowered his head slightly. I don't understand what she meant. Could it be that she is dissatisfied with me?Her attitude made me feel very panic!

But soon Diana continued: "Are you going to marry her? So you brought her to see me?"

Reid glanced up at me quickly, then looked at his mother, grinned with teeth, then quickly subsided into a smile: "No, not so fast, Mom."

"Oh." Diana responded flatly, looked at me and said, "You are very cute."

I was a little embarrassed by her praise, I tiptoed subconsciously, turned my head and glanced at Reid quickly, he was smiling at me, Diana continued: "I've heard about you for a long time You are always mentioned in the letters."

It turned out that the things written by Reid were sent to his mother. Diana looked at me and repeated: "You are very cute."

What she meant by that was obviously that Reid said in the letter that I was cute, I looked at Reid again, he pursed his lips, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile was not as obvious as before, it seems that his mother pointed it out He was also a little embarrassed.

Reid cleared his throat and took out a book from his bag, I don't even know when he put this book in the bag, he pursed his lips and handed the book to Diana: "p, your favorite author."

Diana took the book and didn't have a surprised expression, she just opened it and looked at it: "This is only a small part."

Although she said so, I can see that she is in a better mood than before. The sofa here is surrounded by three. Reid sat on the sofa next to her, and I sat in another seat. .

We talked for a long time - mostly reid and diana were talking, and I was mostly listening to them.

Diana, like Reid, is a well-read person. Although I have read a lot of books recently, it is far behind the two of them. Their topics jump quickly, and I can understand them Something was said, but it was difficult to get in the words.

It didn't matter though, because both diana and reid seemed very happy.

After Reid's accident, I haven't seen him so relaxed in a long time.

We didn’t stay long in Las Vegas, and returned to Washington early the next morning. This time, it was mainly for me to get to know Diana, and I met her parents. After returning home, Reid’s condition suddenly became a bit uncomfortable. That's right, he who was still joking with me just now suddenly lost his mind while talking, his eyes were empty, as if he was in a daze.

I stretched out my hand and waved it in front of him. After a few seconds, Reid came back to his senses, frowned, shook his head vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

"Are you okay?" I don't know what's wrong with Reid. He was fine just now, but suddenly he started to lose his mind. Reid shook his head and said, "It's okay, I know it myself."

I'm a little worried, but since Reid has already said that, I can only nod.

His state is not suitable for chatting anymore, but it is also not suitable for talking, so I simply dragged him to take a nap.

After waking up, I went to the kitchen to cook, and it took a long time for Reid to come out of the bedroom. His spirit seemed to be fine at the moment, but his mood didn’t look good. I couldn’t hold back after holding it in for a while, Ask him: "Have you used it?"

Reid pulled the corner of his mouth at me and smiled: "I know it myself."

"Of course I believe you." I pretended not to care and said to him while serving him a meal, "It's just that using too much of this thing is not good for your health. I believe in your self-control ability, but try your best Use less."

Reid nodded, he took two mouthfuls of food in silence, and suddenly said: "I want to go to the FBI drug rehabilitation conference."

I looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned this matter. I have actually heard of the FBI Drug Rehabilitation Conference. Many FBIs who were forced to become addicted during their missions would go there. Self-analysis on stage.

I actually thought about it at the beginning, but the nature of this kind of meeting is equivalent to telling others about my sadness over and over again, and then speeding up its healing.

This method may be very effective, but I really don't like it.

I can't imagine how reid would feel when he sat on it and analyzed himself, and I don't think reid is the kind of person who would do this. Rather than complaining to others, he seems to pile everything up people at heart.

"Why did you think of this?" I picked up a chopstick and asked, and Reid replied seemingly indifferently: "I think this may be very suitable for me."

I stared at him for a long time, still a little disbelieving, Reid put down his chopsticks and said: "There may be tasks at hand, and this will affect my state now."

Then I don't want Reid to analyze himself in front of so many people!

"Actually," Reid pursed his lips and continued, "hotch has already looked for me."

I don't know what to say h will definitely not ask Reid to attend any drug rehabilitation conference, but recently Reid's spirit is easily in a trance h he may not care about this so much, but his boss may not.

Since the S.H.I.E.L.D. mission hadn't been completed, I was still practicing with him. He, who had a high status inside S.H.I.E.L.D., told me some news about the FBI.

It is not clearly stated above, but what they mean is to ensure that reid can control his own state-now it seems that the right to participate in the case is exchanged for the drug rehabilitation conference.

"Don't worry about me." Reid smiled at me, "The drug rehabilitation conference has been held for so long, it must have its advantages, and it may work."

I was a little sad, but I couldn't show it in front of Reid, the righteous master. He paused and added: "I hope you don't want to visit me."