After the divorce, the three gangsters doted on me

"Yanmo, I'm really surprised that you can figure it out and come to me?"

When He Qingshu met and talked to him, he just made a joke, but he didn't expect to get this news that surprised him.

"No way, I have to live a good life now. Since I want to live a good life, I can't have negative emotions." Fu Yanmo responded deliberately pretending to be particularly relaxed.

He Qingshu took out his own professionalism and brought him into the room where the patients were treated.

The room is very small, with a chair bed in the middle, which looks very peaceful and very relaxing.

"It's here again. I didn't expect that I would be sitting here again after a few years." Fu Yanmo's tone was particularly relaxed. He had been doing psychological counseling before, so he was not particularly unfamiliar with this place, but it still felt a little familiar .

"Sit down! Tell me about your current situation?" He Qingshu also took out the recording pen and put it in front of him.

Fu Yanmo sat on the chair and closed his eyes. In fact, he couldn't sleep every night. He listened to the recorder with Qiao Anhao's voice all night, but the more he heard his voice, The more he can't sleep.

He also tried to use other methods to alleviate his situation, but he couldn't hear Qiao Anhao's voice, so he felt particularly uncomfortable.

In this way, he began to fall into a vicious circle. When he couldn't fall asleep, he listened to Qiao Anhao's recording, but after listening to his recording, he couldn't fall asleep even more.

When the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say them, because he knew that he was masturbating himself.

Fu Yanmo lay on the bed and fell silent, while He Qingshu just looked at him silently without saying a word to urge him.

In the end, Fu Yanmo decided to keep these words in his heart, and he would never mention this matter to anyone.

"I don't know what's going on recently, I always feel a little depressed, but it's nothing important, it's just that I'm unhappy."

When Fu Yanmo's words reached his lips, he turned a big matter into a trivial matter. He didn't show his cowardly side, nor did he express the unbearableness in his heart.

"Fu Yanmo, I want to ask you a few questions now, and you must answer me truthfully." How could He Qingshu not understand Fu Yanmo's emotions?
"Have you been suffering from insomnia recently?" He Qingshu made a decisive decision and asked the most important question.

"The insomnia isn't that serious, but it's just that I can't sleep for a little bit, and I will fall asleep later." Fu Yanmo said lightly, yes, he would fall asleep every time, but he didn't sleep well.

"Did you feel particularly irritable recently, with an urge to hit someone?" He Qingshu deliberately whispered in his ear, so that he could relax his vigilance and tell the truth as soon as possible.

"I'm indeed a little irritable, but I don't want to hit people."

Fu Yanmo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at He Qingshu, and frowned, "Why are the questions you asked so strange?"

He Qingshu has been staring at him. He is a psychiatrist who is very good at observing people's emotions. Whether he tells the truth or not can't escape his sharp eyes.

Fu Yanmo has also been deliberately hiding his negative emotions, and there is a smile on his face, but no matter how you look at that smile, there is something wrong with it.

He Qingshu didn't raise any questions of his own, and soon entered the stage of treatment. Fu Yanmo was very uncomfortable lying on the bed.

"Fu Yanmo, tell me honestly now, since Qiao Anhao left this person, have you ever dreamed about her?"

After Fu Yanmo heard this question, he didn't know how to answer it. He has been suffering from insomnia recently and barely slept, so how could he dream of her?
And as soon as he closed his eyes, he would feel an unexplainable panic. He had never dreamed of her at all.

Ever since Fu Yanmo entered this door, he has always concealed it perfectly. If He Qingshu didn't know him well, he wouldn't have found anything wrong with his mental state.

But now that this question was asked, he started to avoid it. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know whether it would make him happy after saying it.

Fu Yanmo just stared at He Qingshu silently, without opening his mouth for a long, long time.

He Qingshu was also very patient. He also sat quietly, waiting for his answer. He knew that he should give him some time to sort out his heart.

I don't know how long it took before Fu Yanmo opened his mouth slowly, and a trace of almost imperceptible sadness appeared in his expression.

"No, not once. She seems to have completely left my world, even in a dream, she doesn't want to see me, Qingshu, what do you think I should do?"

Fu Yanmo then sneered, "Maybe I'm really too bad. An Hao hated me very much before she left, so how could she appear in my dream?"

"Fu Yanmo, calm down!" He Qingshu knew that only this sentence was true from the beginning to the end, and the other words that said he was very good were just to whitewash the peace.

He was really worried about Fu Yanmo's situation. He had been hiding his illness.

"I'm already calm enough, you know? Her last wish before she died was never to meet me again in her next life. I know that I completely broke her heart. When she needed me most, I was not by my side." By her side!"

Fu Yanmo's emotions suddenly became particularly agitated, and he began to vent desperately.

He Qingshu just stayed by his side silently, listening to his venting, and only after he finished venting did he open his mouth to ask.

"Is the beauty between you and her all fake? You know from others that she doesn't want to see you again, do you think it's true?"

After He Qingshu listened to his words, he began to guide him step by step, "What you are saying now is just what other people say. Ask yourself, do you think these words are true?"

Fu Yanmo fell silent after hearing his words. It is true that these words were told to him by Zhao Zhao. As for the truth, he did not search for it at all.

"He Qingshu, do you think I still have a chance to know the truth of the matter? She died, she didn't go to play, she will never come back!"

Fu Yanmo's mood became very calm again, almost exactly the same as when he just stepped into this door.

Next, no matter what He Qingshu said, Fu Yanmo acted as if he didn't hear it. He knew that he was refusing treatment and refusing to understand the truth of the matter.