Mrs. Lu picked it up

Seeing her, Nan Huai strode upstairs.

Her figure standing on the stairs was precarious, Nan Huai subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to stabilize her.

Lan Miao's mental state at this moment is really not very good, her eyes seem to be out of focus, she pushed him away with her hands, and said in a terribly rational tone: "I promise to give birth to the child, I promise to make my mood better, as long as you help I will heal my sister."

These words, like a thick thorn, stabbed firmly into Nan Huai's heart.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Lan Miao.

Lan Miao looked at the doctor.

"If I remember correctly, nightmares should be a kind of mental illness. I'll see a psychiatrist."

The doctor paused for a moment, he also understood some psychology more or less, he could probably tell that Lan Miao lacked too much sense of security.

Her experience is different from ordinary people.

First, he was abandoned by his mother, then his father passed away, and then he lived with Father Shen, who was regarded as an adoptive father. For five or six years, he lived with his sister again.

Whether it's the death of his father, or his sister's accidental coma for five years, or the death of Shen's father, from the perspective of mental illness, it's all abandonment.

She has a tenacious and fragile personality. This kind of person has no sense of trust by nature. If Nan Huai is really with Lan Miao, it may be very tiring in the future.

Because she doesn't believe in love in the world, she has a sense of self-loathing in her heart, and subconsciously feels that being close in this world may be profitable, and subconsciously feels that she will not be loved.

"can."

It is true that Lan Miao can see a psychiatrist, but the patient and the doctor must have a deep trust relationship. Even if Lan Miao sees, I am afraid it will not be much better.

The doctor paused, but still said, "Ms. Lan might as well untie her knot by herself, and even if she untangles it, I'm afraid she won't be able to get out. What you need is company."

Marriage could have been Lan Miao's salvation, but in this world, Shen Jingcheng was the one who abandoned Lan Miao the most.

Lan Miao nodded, and the doctor continued, "I'll prescribe the medicine."

"I don't take medicine."

Her legs were weak, she sat down on the stairs and hugged herself, like a kind of self-protection, this kind of protection kept Nan Huai out and didn't allow him to approach.

"I don't need to take medicine."

As Lan Miao said, she got up from the stairs and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Nan Huai: "Miao Miao..."

"Nan Huai!" She raised her voice and eagerly considered Nan Huai's words, "We have nothing to do with you. People who are related to you are here."

She took Nan Huai's hand and covered her belly.

Lan Miao's eyes were so cold, it was suffocating.

The cold poked at Nan Huai's heart.

At that moment, he seemed to really see the precarious heart in his bloody chest.

Even if he likes Song Li, even if Song Li marries Lu Jingchuan, he has never suffered so much.

Lan Miao pushed Nan Huai away and walked upstairs.

The air seemed to have condensed into ice, and Mrs. Nan also felt guilty. She looked at her son standing on the stairs and lowered her head.

My son has always been proud, but now he feels so lonely and frustrated.

"Ah Huai, do you want to ask Lan Miao to explain clearly? I just think it would be a pity if the baby is gone at four months."

"I don't mean anything."

Nan Huai laughed softly: "Of course you don't mean anything, you just want a grandson, what's wrong?"

"It's my fault. I'm over 30 years older, and I can't even help you realize such a humble wish."

"Ah Huai, what do you mean?"

Nan Huai was still laughing, and suddenly laughed out loud, "That's what you think it means, you don't care about Lan Miao, you think the child in her belly is tens of thousands of times more expensive than her lapel, you look down on her, think she is A married woman is not worthy of your son, this is what you think."

"It doesn't matter if you don't care about it. I hope Mom, you don't want to meddle in our affairs anymore. I like what you don't like, and what you care about. In fact, I don't care too much."

"Compared to Lan Miao, I can live my whole life without children."

Nan Huai licked the corner of his lips, then smiled: "In the beginning, I really wanted her to help me give birth to the child. I am not as good as you. You will at least pretend to care. The premise of all the preferential treatment I gave her at that time , all for the sake of the children."

"But not now. If it weren't for her, I would poke my lungs day and night if I wanted this child. I wouldn't love him."

Mrs. Nan was so angry by Nan Huai that she couldn't breathe for a while.

Lan Miao went back to the room, closed her eyes and began to sleep.

Adults are under pressure, and everyone has to adjust themselves. Lan Miao knew this truth when he was 16 years old.

Lan Miao slept very fast, it was inevitable back then, she still had dreams, she didn't dream about that day every night.

This time her dream was closer to reality. She dreamed that when she went to the hospital that day, the wallpaper knife she brought pierced Gu Huaisheng's chest. Jiang Rao was crying in the ward. Bai Yening came and wanted to arrest him for murder she.

She dreamed that Jiang Rao pushed her to the ground, her baby couldn't hold on, a lot of blood overflowed on the ground, the red color made Lan Miao unable to breathe.

She dreamed that everyone said that Gu Huaisheng was not the murderer, that she made a mistake, that she wronged a good person.

It seemed that a thousand hands emerged from the darkness and grabbed her tightly. She couldn't break free and fell into the abyss.

As soon as it fell, Lan Miao woke up from the dream suddenly, fear filled her heart, she widened her eyes, got up from the bed, poured herself a glass of water, and took a big gulp, only then did Lan Miao realize that she had passed out. In a cold sweat.

Lan Miao huddled on the single sofa indoors and turned on the computer.

In the middle of the night, she had a lot of inspiration. She drew out the sketch she was stuck on some time ago and sent it to the mailbox that Nan Huai had given her.

After finishing her work, it was almost dawn, and Lan Miao went back to bed again. There was a dim light, and she fell asleep again.

Nanhuai gets up early, and men have the habit of doing morning exercises. When he returns to Nanshan Villa and changes his clothes, he tells the butler, "Go get Miss Lan to eat."

"Miss Lan has already gone out." The housekeeper said with a smile, "She took a sandwich and drank a glass of milk."

Lan Miao really doesn't like milk, Nan Huai knows it.

"Well, I see." After a pause, he asked, "Do you know where she went?"

"Miss Lan didn't say anything."

Nan Huai still had a headache at first, thinking that Lan Miao would be even more reluctant to go out and see people after what happened last night, but after a night, she went out?
The accident didn't last long, and he received a call from the president of a game company under his control.

The other party was very excited and said, "Mr. Nan, can you introduce me to the character designer you recommended last time?"

"She sent me some manuscripts at five o'clock in the morning today. The modeler said that the modeling is relatively simple, and the picture is very good. Can you let her design it full-time?"

"What time is it?"