Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

After the two of them finished their dinner, Yu Huan was busy helping her to clean up the dishes. After cleaning everything up, they sat in the living room and turned on the TV.

The media's coverage of the statement was significantly less, and now he is probably the only one who is willing to do this for her.

"Then what are your plans next? Do you want to continue looking for a job? Or..." Yu Huan said while observing her expression.

"Let's find a job." She picked up the orange that Yu Huanxin bought on the coffee table, peeled one for herself and put it in her mouth. The sourness penetrated into her heart. This was the only thing she felt in the past few days. food.

"This orange is so sour." It was so sour that her cheeks began to ache.

"Bang bang bang."

At this moment, there was a loud knock on the door. Yu Huan and Zhang Mo'er looked at each other inexplicably, and then walked to the door together.

"Who is it?" It was a little strange that someone knocked on the door at this time. She looked out through the peephole and found that there was no one outside. Suddenly there was another "bang" and she jumped away in fright.

Yu Huan was a little annoyed, who knocked on the door, why was he so rude and ignorant of manners!
"It's me, Shen Rongche." At this moment, his cold voice came from the quiet door, and just as she reached out to open the door, Zhang Mo'er quickly grabbed her hand and shook her head.

"Open the door!" The people outside didn't seem to have much patience, and started kicking the door directly. The two of them were terrified when they heard it at home.

Yu Huan thought that it would be better if he handed over Mo'er than let them kick him all the time, that door is not cheap to repair.

She stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door while Zhang Mo'er was dumbfounded.

"Is she with you?" Shen Rongche roared hoarsely when he just opened the door!

"Fuck, do you want to yell at me to death or to kill yourself? You are in a fucking hurry to reincarnate. I will not stop you, but don't try to kill me!"

Yu Huan was obviously furious by Shen Rongche's roar.

Unexpectedly, Shen Rongche came in straight past her, reached out to pick up Zhang Mo'er who was standing behind her, and then left in stride.

Just leave Yu Huan who was stunned in place.

Shen Rongche took her to drive to a psychological clinic. The doctor here was a friend of his when he was a student. After he returned to China a few days ago, Shen Rongche heard that he was quite accomplished in psychology.

So he asked someone to find him, and after explaining what he meant to the other party, he didn't expect him to agree readily.

Zhang Mo'er was brought to the door of a clinic by Shen Rongche all the way. When she saw the words on the door, she subconsciously backed away, but was stopped by Shen Rongche.

"What, where else do you want to go?" Shen Rongche looked at her current appearance, and didn't know how to cherish himself, so waves of higher anger surged in his heart.

He dragged Mo'er in without saying a word. Zhang Mo'er knew that she couldn't struggle with him, so she simply gave up resisting and let him drag her in.

Seeing this posture, the doctor naturally understood the relationship between the two. He didn't say anything, but just led them to his consulting room.

The woman was still lying motionless on the chair, her eyes were empty and her face was pale.

The man stood aside and stared at her blankly, his eyes were sad and distressed, and his face was full of anger.

"Mr. Shen, this treatment cannot be attended by anyone other than the patient and the doctor, so please wait outside the door."

Seeing that the man still had no intention of going out, the doctor couldn't help but reminded him.

Shen Rongche slowly looked at the doctor, his eyes could freeze instantly, but he didn't say anything, turned around and walked out after a while.

Only the doctor and Zhang Mo'er were left in the room, and he started his own treatment.

"You don't need to feel stressed. In fact, many young people in urban areas are under various pressures. Seeing a psychiatrist just wants to relieve the pressure in the right way, so don't be too nervous." The doctor also wanted her to be vigilant. relax.
"I'm fine." Zhang Mo'er said lightly, she did not look nervous at all, but she was not relaxed either, she looked very calm.
"Huh?" The doctor was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he met such a calm patient.
"I said I'm fine." Zhang Mo'er stared at him and said seriously, "If you have any questions, just ask, I'll be busy later."
The doctor frowned, and continued to ask gently, "Is Miss Zhang busy recently?"
"It's okay." She had already arranged her affairs for the past few days, and she didn't want to be disturbed.
Her answers are conservative, distant, and well-mannered, unlike some patients who ignorantly resist doctors, but she can answer fluently.
The doctor took out some card paper from his briefcase, on which various designs were drawn.
Zhang Mo'er watched him take out an abstract oil painting and asked her, "Miss Zhang, what do you see in this painting?"
"A black butterfly." Zhang Mo'er's eyes were focused on one of the colorful colors... It was shaped like a butterfly, and the black was thick, making it easy to see at a glance.
Very eye-catching.
"What about this one?" After hearing her answer, the doctor took out another piece of cardboard with various shapes and colors and asked, "What did Miss Zhang see first?"
"White."
The doctor didn't say anything, and then took out a lot of cards and asked her one by one, either asking her what the pattern looked like, or asking her what she saw among the piles of patterns...
After all the questions, he felt a little tired, but Zhang Moer still sat there quietly, watching him quietly, silent and calm.
Putting the cardboard aside, the doctor sat up straight and said with a pleasant face, "Many people don't know how to manage their emotions correctly. Usually it's a very good way to talk to someone. If Miss Zhang doesn't mind, you can talk to me Tell me."
"What?" Zhang Mo'er looked at him puzzled, she didn't think she had anything to tell.
"Those things that annoy you, those things that make you breathless... it will make you feel much better if you talk about it." The doctor said with a smile, trying to get her to talk, "Miss Zhang, try to say those things Come out and tell me what..."
The matter of being out of breath... Zhang Mo'er's head was instantly messy and absurd.

In an instant, various images flew towards her randomly in her mind. First, her father stunned her, her brother betrayed him, Shen Rongche was the one who tormented her the most, and Xiao Yi was her own son but would not live long...

The noisy noise from the crowds of people at the venue swept over again, and it kept ringing in her ears... as if it was about to swallow her.