After rebirth, hug my beloved wife’s thigh tightly

The time at noon is always very short. Not long after the meal, I returned to my work.

Song Yuchen returned to the office. As soon as he sat down, two uninvited guests came into his office.

"Why are you two here?"

Song Yuchen looked at Nanfeng and Teng Zixuan in surprise.

"I'll give you the information you asked for, and let's have a chat."

Nanfeng walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs and putting his feet up on the coffee table, shaking them from time to time.

Seeing him like this, Teng Zixuan glared at him and motioned for him to sit down. After receiving the gesture, Nanfeng immediately sat down and touched his nose unnaturally with his hand.

"Achen, last time you asked us to check on An Yifei's situation, we found out. She had stayed at the Christian Psychological Clinic in Country M for two years."

Teng Zixuan handed the tablet with the information in his hand to Song Yuchen.

Hearing the words "psychological diagnosis and treatment", Song Yuchen frowned, with disbelief and doubt in his eyes.

"Christine Clinic?"

He looked at the two people on the sofa opposite him in confusion, wanting to know the answer from them.

The two people on the sofa looked at each other and nodded, before Teng Zixuan slowly said: "Yes, depression plus mild schizophrenia."

"What? What did you say?"

Song Yuchen couldn't believe his ears at all. His pupils shrank suddenly with a look of disbelief on his face, and the hand holding the tablet trembled slightly.

"Achen, please calm down first. Things are not as bad as you think. After two years, her condition has basically stabilized and the possibility of recurrence is very small."

"why?"

Nanfeng, who was still talking, was confused by Song Yuchen's "Why?"

"Ah? What why?"

Teng Zixuan on the side knew what Song Yuchen was asking. He stretched out his hand to pull Nanfeng and explained to him: "According to what Kristine said, it may be that the death of her parents hit her too hard. After all, she witnessed it with her own eyes. In a moment, she was I am trapped in my own world, without any communication with the outside world.”

"And she kept blaming herself in her heart, and gradually she developed a tendency to schizophrenia. One was taciturn, as timid as a little white rabbit, and the other was ruthless and world-weary. But neither of them was herself. She was simply schizophrenic in the early stages of the split. Suppressed, that's why An Yifei became what she is today."

"During the time when she was ill, she was very afraid of the dark and repelled contact with the outside world. Over time, she began to fear contact with strangers. Although her condition was basically stable, she was still not used to contact with strangers. Only after she became familiar with it, did she gradually let down her guard. ."

In fact, Teng Zixuan was also shocked by such a result. He did not expect that a girl who seemed lively and cheerful would be prone to depression and schizophrenia, and he couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Nanfeng was also shocked and speechless when he heard this result. Seeing his parents have an accident in front of him, but he was powerless. What kind of torture is this? A girl, just then, no wonder she would This happens.

After hearing this, Song Yuchen's lips trembled and he squeezed the tablet in his hand tightly. He couldn't calm down for a long time.

depression?Schizophrenia?Why didn't he know this in his previous life?

Then...the injuries she sometimes has are...

He couldn't imagine that his condition, which was already stable, worsened under his stimulation. What had he done?

Teng Zixuan and Nanfeng saw that something was not right, so they stopped talking. After looking at each other, they sighed and prepared to leave.

"The information you want is all in that tablet. Let's go first. You can digest it yourself. If you have anything you can't think of, go to the brothers. We'll drink with you."

Before leaving, Nanfeng turned around and said to Song Yuchen.

But Song Yuchen didn't respond at all. He looked at the tablet in his hand with empty eyes. Nanfeng hadn't seen Song Yuchen like this for a long time and couldn't help but feel worried.

But Teng Zixuan grabbed him, shook his head at him and pulled him away.

Song Yuchen was left alone in the office.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face. Finally, he took out his cell phone and called the housekeeper.

"Uncle Li, when you come, please stay in the side building first. When my wife and I are not at home, you can just go to the main building to clean up."

"Okay, sir."

Uncle Li on the opposite side looked confused, what is going on?

After hanging up the phone, he buried his face in his hands and burst into tears uncontrollably.

He didn't even know that she had depression and that she wasn't used to contact with strangers. However, not only in his previous life but also in this life, he only cared about his own purpose and got closer to her step by step.

How uncomfortable she must have felt at that time!

Song Yuchen fell into deep self-blame and guilt. His heart hurt as if being bitten by thousands of ants, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

At this moment, a burst of cell phone ringing broke the sad and silent atmosphere.

After seeing the ringtone of the incoming call, Song Yuchen wiped his face, cleared his throat, and calmed down before answering the call.

Before she could speak, she heard An Yifei ask: "Brother Yuchen, is the housekeeper you mentioned today taking care of you abroad?"

Song Yuchen didn't expect An Yifei to ask such a question, and subconsciously said "hmm". Before she could react, An Yifei continued: "Well, that's it. I was thinking there is a guest room on the first floor that can be packed out. Let’s go back early tonight.”

"Feifei, are you okay? I'm sorry, I should discuss this matter with you."

"Didn't you say that it will be fine if you take your time? Then let's start with unfamiliar contact! It's not Brother Yuchen's fault for this."

Song Yuchen didn't know what to say at this time. He only felt a warm current passing through him, and his frown gradually relaxed.

"Okay, I'll pick you up after get off work in the evening."

"it is good!"

This important decision was made by An Yifei after she returned to the studio and thought for a long time. She did not want to embarrass Song Yuchen, nor did she want to stop herself from moving forward.

Soon night fell and the lights began to turn on. Under the neon lights, the whole city looked extremely bright.

Song Yuchen and An Yifei both got off work extremely early today. Seeing that it was still early, they went to the supermarket near their home hand in hand.

The two of them bought four bags full of snacks and ingredients.

After the meal, the two of them went for a walk in a nearby park hand in hand. At that moment, they just felt that the years were peaceful and life was just like this.

"When I was little, I envied my parents. They were very loving, so at that time I was thinking that I must find a boyfriend who dotes on me."

An Yifei looked at the middle-aged couple holding hands in front of them and couldn't help but think of her parents.

"Yes, uncle and aunt are the most loving couple I have ever seen. If you have me in the future, I will always pamper you and protect you."

Song Yuchen hugged her into his arms and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

An Yifei didn't say anything, she just hugged Song Yuchen tightly.

After returning home, the two of them sat on the bed after washing up, hugging each other and watching a movie. Suddenly, An Yifei looked up at Song Yuchen and said with a smile: "We seemed to have tidied the room when we got back today."

Song Yuchen chuckled, stretched out his slender fingers and flicked her forehead, "I just remembered it now. I have arranged it, so you don't have to worry."

After saying that, he kissed her. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but he didn't have the chance. He went out early and came back late these days.

An Yifei, who was kissed, knew what was going to happen next and clutched Song Yuchen's clothes tightly.

Although she has never experienced it, as a cartoonist, she knows nothing and has never drawn anything.

It was late at night, and the wind blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound.