Quick travel guide: The male god is jealous of himself every day

It's like a criminal suspect who goes all the way back to see his crime scene after committing a murder.

Admire your own masterpiece.

It’s broken, so good.

A smile appeared on Song Wenjing's face, "Mrs. Yan, I need to talk to Miss Yan alone now."

Yan's mother nodded, wiped the tears from her eyes, turned around and closed the door.

The room fell into darkness again. Yan Kai gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out! I don't need a doctor!"

What's more, this grandson is not here to cure her, he is obviously here to kill her.

He pretends to be polite on the surface, but he has a vicious tongue behind his back.

Song Wenjing turned a deaf ear, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

Yan Kai covered his legs with a panicked expression on his face, "Don't, don't leave."

The sun shone on her body, exposing all her hidden shortcomings. Her legs were weakly placed on the wheelchair, and the sudden light made her squint.

There was no blood on her fair face, and when someone saw her embarrassment, she bit her lip hard and held the armrests of her wheelchair tightly with bulging veins.

Seeing her expression of fear and inferiority, Song Wenjing suddenly felt relieved.

He walked up to her, blocked the dazzling sunlight, and showed an elegant and gentle smile, "Hello, my name is Song Wenjing, and I am your new doctor."

Yan Kai shrank back and looked around with his round eyes, trying to find an exit and escape from here.

Her fingers turned the wheels of the wheelchair, but it seemed like she was nailed in place, unable to move at all. She lowered her head and her shoulders trembled, "You, get out, I don't need a doctor."

He spoke calmly with a vibrato, pretending to be calm.

Song Wenjing showed a rare genuine smile, squatted down, looked at her level, and looked at the red circles under her eyes and the water stains at the corners of her eyes.

Ask calmly, "Why don't you need a doctor?"

Yan Kai stared into his eyes, froze for a few seconds, looked away, bit his lip, with a sad and desperate expression, "My leg can't be healed anymore, there is no need to treat it."

Song Wenjing raised her eyebrows. This young lady didn't seem to know that he was a psychiatrist.

Thinking about it, the first few people were either kicked away as soon as they entered the door, or they took his money and left without having too much contact at all.

Perhaps her desperate look pleased him, Song Wenjing laughed inaudibly, her voice low and hoarse, "I heard that you are a painter, can you introduce your paintings to me?"

Without waiting for her to agree, he pushed the wheelchair to the painting hanging on the wall, a withered tree with dark and gloomy colors.

The despair and sadness can be clearly felt from the painting.

Yan Kai lowered his eyes, his whole body wilting, "You can see for yourself."

Song Wenjing stared at the painting and said slowly: "I like this painting very much. Can you give it to me?"

"Okay, take it away, it's of no use anyway."

Song Wenjing smiled, pushed her around the room, and then came to the large French window.

Outside the window was the back garden. Many people were pruning flowers and plants. When they saw someone inside the window, they subconsciously looked over.

Yan Kai's face turned pale, he squeezed the blanket on his legs with one hand, and held Song Wenjing's strong forearm with the other hand, saying in a sharp voice, "What are you doing!"

Song Wenjing stared at her blanket and said, "Miss Yan, it's summer now. Covering your legs with such a thick blanket will cause rashes."

He squatted in front of her, holding the blanket, pulling it out slightly, staring into her eyes, with softness in his eyes, "I won't cover it anymore, okay?"

Yan Kai felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at him, and turned away, a suspicious blush appearing on his pale face.

The blanket on her legs was slowly pulled away, and she was shocked. She reached out and patted his delicate face without hesitation.

This slap caught him off guard and made Song Wenjing freeze up.

She had locked herself in this room for so many days. She had not eaten or drank in the past few days, and she didn't have much strength at all.

The force of this slap was nothing to him.

But this action is a provocation.

"Current favorability -35."

His eyes changed from elegant and easy-going to cold and vicious in an instant, and he landed on her lightly.

She lowered her eyes, clenched the blanket with both hands, stiffened up, bit her lip, and did not dare to look at him.

He pursed his lips, held her chin with his slender fingers, and wiped the blood on her lips with a handkerchief under her shocked gaze.

Song Wenjing's eyes reflected her figure, hiding the gloominess on her eyebrows, "Stop biting it, it's all broken."

Yan Kai stared at him blankly, forgetting to resist for a moment. A knock on the door awakened her consciousness. She covered her hot cheek and said, "You, get out."

Instead of the aggressiveness at the beginning, it was more like the fun of a young couple after a quarrel.

Song Wenjing chuckled lightly, stood up, and arranged the blanket on her legs, "If you spend more time in the sun, your skin color will not be healthy."

After Yan Kai waited for him to go out, he breathed a sigh of relief. The strategy this time was simply terrible.

Although there was some hatred between Zhou Yanshu and Zhou Yanshu in the previous world, they were only exposed based on their feelings.

It's really a hell of a start now, I've never seen such a low favorability score, and there's still a blood feud between the two.

Not a good guide.

In the same room, Yan Kai felt that he could strangle himself to death at any time. He could endure it for so many years, kill his adoptive parents and family, and even build a company.

Now he is pretending to be a psychiatrist to get close to him. As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you will become perverted in silence.

He has now successfully changed his attitude.

……

Downstairs, Yan's mother asked Song Wenjing, "How is Yan Yan's condition?"

Song Wenjing said: "Miss Yan's condition is relatively unstable and requires long-term treatment, but she is much better today. At least she has drawn the curtains."

Although he was forced to.

Thinking of the soft touch on his hands when he wiped away the blood stains just now, he subconsciously rubbed it with his fingers.

He smiled and said, "Ms. Yan has a serious mental disorder and will need to be treated with hypnosis later."

Yan's mother was overjoyed, "Okay, okay, then I'll have to work hard for Dr. Song from now on."

A trace of ridicule flashed in Song Wenjing's eyes. There was such a deep love between mother and daughter. It was impossible to tell that these two were the ones who killed his parents in the first place.

He carried the painting back to the company and hung it in the most conspicuous place in the office.

He lit a cigarette and leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling window, puffing out smoke. Without his usual disguise, he looked at the painting with sinister eyes.

He Xing took the information and pushed the door open, "You're back? Is everything going well?"

Song Wenjing took out her cigarette and nodded, "Well, it's not bad."

Originally expecting to be kicked out, he was ready to start another plan, but he got in smoothly.

Although there are some hiccups in the middle.

He touched his face and ignored the strange feeling in his heart, "How are you doing there?"

He Xing put the information on the table and sighed, "The Yan family is a big group. Although our place is prosperous, there is still a gap."

"It's almost wishful thinking to want to destroy her. I'm still waiting for news from you. Why, Miss Yan doesn't like you?"