Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

So, what is the source of his pain?

One thing is beyond doubt, it must be related to Song Weiyu.

He has been depressed for many years because there is another man in Song Weiyu's heart. During this period, he had been enduring the pain of suffering alone and refused to let go.

Now that Song Weiyu filed for divorce, he had reached the day when the building collapsed.

The psychiatrist looked at the beating values ​​of the brain wave data on the instrument and wanted to quickly sort out the connections.

But after asking him several questions, Fu Haitang kept resisting in his heart.

Before the hypnosis, she was fine, and she said calmly that she would fully cooperate with the treatment.

Only when you really enter his inner consciousness can you find out how contradictory his world is and it takes Song Weiyu away from his heart.

Now, Fu Haitang's heart is like countless locks, locking his beloved woman inside layer by layer.

It's difficult to open it.

The psychiatrist took another approach. He turned to Li He, who had been accompanying him, and said, "I want to find another way. You go out first, I will be distracted if you are here."

Li He nodded, glanced at Fu Haitang worriedly, and went to the door.

"I'm right at the door. Call me if you need anything."

The psychiatrist smirked and nodded.

Staring at the instrument data, he glanced at the glass window at the door. Pinch a pill out of your pocket with your fingertips, put it into a glass of water, and pour hot water over it.

Stick the sensors on his forehead and behind his ears and start stimulating him in the worst possible way.

"Fu Group..." the psychiatrist spoke clearly.

When the voice passed, Fu Haitang frowned slightly, and his brainwaves became stable after trembling for a while.

The psychiatrist made a note [slightly related to Fu]

He said lightly: "You and her son..."

Visible to the naked eye, his heart beat faster, a sign of pleasure. That means depression has nothing to do with his three sons...

The psychiatrist curled his lips with some disdain.

He had heard people say that the second son of the Fu family was Chen Fang's son. They look alike, act in the same style, are ruthless and sinister...

Fu Haitang doesn't care?

Are you crazy? You love Song Weiyu so much that you have no bottom line, right?

No wonder the man told him that Fu Haitang's wife was his weakness.

The psychiatrist continued to test: "Song..."

Before he even said his full name, the man's hormones had begun to fall into disorder, and uneasiness and depression filled his entire nerves.

The doctor raised his eyebrows, as if he was not satisfied with his reaction, and kept repeating: "Song Weiyu."

"Song Weiyu, Song Weiyu..."

The man could no longer control himself and began to sweat. His fists were clenched, and his face was no longer elegant, but was filled with pain.

Every time the doctor read a sentence, Fu Haitang struggled even more to the point of death.

In the nightmare, when he was chased by pain and had nowhere to escape. I saw a ray of sunlight coming through a small crack.

He walked over and saw that there was a cliff outside. There was only one road, but the road was so narrow that he could only put two feet on it.

Bottomless on both sides.

But Song Weiyu was sitting there, wearing the same long cotton skirt that he had when they first met, with the hem of the skirt slightly raised, looking up and lazily basking in the sun.

He ignored the cliff at his feet and could only see her in the distance.

"Wait for me there and don't move."

He didn't hesitate as he rushed over, not caring how dangerous the road under his feet was.

When he was about to touch her raised hair.

Only then did he realize that there was another man sitting on the other side of her.

The man's black earrings and smile stood out in the red sun.

Their fingers were intertwined.

Song Weiyu turned around and gave him a distant smile: "The road is not easy, so don't come. Go back."

"I'm not leaving, I want to stay with you." He stared at the two people's clasped hands with red eyes.

Song Weiyu grabbed Chen Fang's hand and shook it happily towards him: "I already have someone to accompany me. He has been with me for a long time..."

"But, I've always been here..." He tried hard to hold back the tears that were gradually filling his eyes.

"Actually, I agreed a long time ago..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Weiyu raised his hand to cut off the road between the two.

On the cliff, he collapsed and fell into the abyss along with the gravel.

On the treatment chair, struggling with pain and depression on the edge of life, Fu Haitang's mind seemed to be somewhat disordered.

Finally, the gray shirt was almost soaked with sweat, clinging wetly to his muscles.

The psychiatrist turned off the compact video recorder and transferred the video to his mobile phone.

He picked up the water glass and shook it. The temperature was right, and he glanced at the glass window at the door.

He pinched the man's mouth open and slowly poured in.

He murmured: "Just forget it. Give me 10 days and I will make sure you don't have any worries for the rest of your life."

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