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"It's anxiety-type depression, moderate. I've been seeing doctors and prescribing medicine, but my situation has been much better recently." He hesitated, fearing that Yang Qingheng would misunderstand, and explained to Song Hengjue, "Song Hengjue didn't hide it from you on purpose, he mainly I feel like I’ve gotten better recently, so I don’t want to worry you.”

No wonder, there are always two dark circles on his face.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, her heart felt like it was pinched, and it ached.

Anxiety-type depression has trouble sleeping. He has been with her for so long, and she didn't notice it at all.

He was always told to rest more, but now it seemed that he was not resting, and it was obvious that he couldn't sleep.

Yang Qingheng's voice hasn't been heard from there for a long time. Fang Nan blinked, fearing that Yang Qingheng would dislike Song Hengjue: "Mr. Yang, really, you believe me, his condition has improved recently, can I still lie to you? Although he is suffering from this disease, He has a bit of a bad temper, but he won’t hurt you, don’t you know?”

He, on the other hand, was scolded every day.

Fang Nan slandered.

He didn't say it was okay, but when he said it, Yang Qingheng became even more angry: "Okay? What a fart!"

Doesn’t she know how bad Song Hengjue’s situation is recently? Just a little thing can make him emotional. At first, he thought he was being petty, but later he found that he was angry and sad too many times, which was not normal at all. It was similar to convulsions. Same.

She coaxed him to play day by day, but she still couldn't figure out the reason. If she continued like this, she would become mentally ill.

Fang Nan hesitated and didn't dare to speak.

"Sorry, I'm angry," Yang Qingheng realized that his tone was wrong, pinched his eyebrows, and sighed, "Arrange a time for Song Hengjue's previous doctor to come see him, and I can understand the situation."

Fang Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll contact you tomorrow morning."

As for whether he was angry because of Yang Qingheng's words, of course he didn't.

He didn't know if it was because he had seen Yang Qingheng teach Song Hengjue a lesson so many times with a Tyrannosaurus-like ferocity, but he actually felt that Yang Qingheng's tone was like an angel.

At least I didn't take off his pants in a public restroom and leave him there to fend for himself.

Yang Qingheng didn't know how many times he had entered Song Hengjue's study. He was familiar with the roads, as if he was taking a walk in his own home.

It took her a long time to find a book about mental illness from the bottom of the bookshelf. The man's annotations were densely packed, stroke by stroke. She could even imagine how serious he was when he wrote it.

He couldn't help but feel sourness welling up in his eyes.

It was already past one o'clock at night when he returned to the room with the book under his arm. Yang Qingheng hesitated for a few seconds and then quietly went to Song Hengjue's room.

In the dark environment, the only light was the moonlight streaming in from the window, which outlined the outline of the man on the bed.

"Song Hengjue?" She called softly. She didn't hear the man's answer and couldn't help but doubt her guess just now.

Is it really like Fang Nan said, it's much better?

He frowned and hesitantly sat down on the edge of the bed, his gentle eyes tracing his delicate brows.

Song Hengjue, who was on the bed, felt the woman's appraising gaze, and his heart stopped beating. His palms became sweaty. He knew that he should open his eyes now, but his body refused to do so.

Subconsciously, he still wanted to see what Yang Qingheng wanted to do, and waited stubbornly.

It would be nice to be able to sleep.

Yang Qingheng finally put her heart back in her stomach and went out after a long time.

Hearing the snap of the lock, Song Hengjue finally breathed a sigh of relief. "

The next morning.

When Yang Qingheng got up, he smelled the aroma of rice. Song Hengjue was already sitting upright in front of the dining table. His eyebrows jumped: "You are a sick person, why are you getting up so early?"

"Get up when you're hungry." Song Hengjue was vague and covered his face with the bowl. He waited until Yang Qingheng lowered his head to eat before he dared to look at her quietly.

Yang Qingheng looked at the slight darkness under his eyes, her eyes flickering slightly, but she did not expose him or mention what happened last night in front of him.

After eating, the two of them went to the company together.

Before going up, Yang Qingheng always felt uneasy. He didn't know how many times he told him: "When the time comes, just sit on it with a cold face. Fang Nan and I will do everything else. If you can, talk as little as possible."

She was afraid that he would betray her if he talked too much.

"I will definitely not cause you any trouble." Song Hengjue almost raised three fingers and swore.

That’s all there is to it.

Yang Qingheng sighed, gave up, took his wrist and walked towards the conference room.

Along the way, "Hello Mr. Song" was everywhere, and Song Hengjue always felt as if they were not calling him, but another person, nodding bravely.

Mo Ying sat in the main seat, looked at the shareholders below, and vowed: "You must have heard the news. Mr. Song had a car accident some time ago. From the time of the accident to today, Mr. Song has not come to the company for more than a week. It must be... It's a bad thing, and we sympathize with Mr. Song, but the company is related to the interests of hundreds of employees and cannot be without someone to lead for a day, so I suggest that we introduce a capable shareholder from within us to take over the leadership role temporarily, what do you think?"

"Brother Mo is right. Mr. Song is sick, and the company still needs to be transferred. I just don't know who to temporarily take over for this position." Li Qixing, who was next to him, followed suit and glanced around in front of the various shareholders with unclear emotions.

Everyone in the audience looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, one person stood up and said loudly: "I think let Brother Mo do it. Brother Mo's ability in the company is obvious to all. What's more, Brother Mo is the only one who can do it." Mr. Song thinks that the shareholder who holds the most shares deserves you."

As soon as these words came out, others agreed.

"Yes, let Brother Mo come. I can rest assured that Brother Mo will do the work."

"Brother Mo can take on big responsibilities."

The youngest person in the audience was Li Nian, who was sitting in the third seat. He was turning a ceramic tea cup carelessly in his hand, and his clear tea reflected a pair of mocking eyes.

Mo Ying hid the joy in his eyes, stood up humbly, and nodded slightly towards everyone: "Since everyone thinks that this position should be taken by me, then I will give it a try, and I hope that everyone can support each other by then."

The others had ugly expressions and a lot of opinions, but they didn't say anything.

They don't want Mo Ying to take advantage of others, but there has been no news from Song Hengjue. They don't know what's going on. If Song Hengjue is in trouble, then Mo Ying's world will probably be over. Even if they have the energy, they can only Swallow it into your stomach.

Throughout the whole process, Mo Ying didn't even look at Li Nian who was standing aside.

As the youngest shareholder in the company, Li Nian inherited his father's shares. Although he had a lot of shares, several people did not pay attention to him at all.

It's just a vase, nothing to be afraid of.

The fact was exactly what they thought. Li Nian was either drinking tea or watching them act throughout the whole process, without saying a word at all.

Mo Ying looked at the group of supporters below and raised his lips slightly, saying that this company will no longer have the gods Song Hengjue and Li Hengjue, and the power of the company will only be in his hands.

Song Hengjue sneezed hard and looked at Yang Qingheng aside in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the woman didn't look strange. Instead, she patted him on the shoulder and said, "You remember what I just told you. Don't hold me back later."

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, as if she had sensed the serious atmosphere inside, and was feeling a little nervous.