my little sir

Fang Yimin promised to make dinner for Wen Qiling, and the two of them came back from the vegetable market and bought a lot of vegetables.But it would be unsafe to cook a meal at night, so Wen Qiling insisted on coming in to help.

Wen Qiling used to know how to cook some simple dishes. Even though he has been pampered all these years and has never done this kind of thing again, he can still do it.

What's more, Wen Qiling couldn't be driven away, so he had to use this labor force.

"Yi Min, this fish...how to deal with it?"

"Imin, do you want to wash that onion?"

"Yi Min, do you want ginger? Do you want to peel the garlic?"

Fang Yimin felt that one head was bigger than the other, but Wen Qiling had a gentle attitude and a nice voice. When asking him questions, he was a little cautious so that he wouldn't lose his temper.

When Fang Yimin was cooking, there was a rattling sound in the pot, which made Wen Qiling take two steps back in fright.I was thinking that it would be good to scare the person away, but I heard the other person reminding myself worriedly: "Honey, don't be splashed with oil."

"I'm going to be fucked by you." Fang Yimin complained while frying the dishes in the pot.After a while, I realized that the address of the other party was a bit intimate.

Fang Yimin felt that his face was reddened by the heat of the cooking fume, and he grabbed the spatula to drive him out of the kitchen.

Wen Qiling was like a cowhide plaster, leaning against the island platform, passing onions and garlic from time to time.

Zhao Shuyin looked at the chickens and dogs jumping here from the corner, showing a relieved smile like an old father.

During dinner, Wen Qiling insisted on drinking red wine, saying that he wanted to celebrate Fang Yimin's re-opening of the stove, so that he would be lucky in the future.

Fang Yimin was not fooled, and immediately stopped Uncle Zhao who was going to get the red wine, saying that he would cook a meal occasionally depending on his mood, so there was no need to celebrate.

Wen Qiling said that she was simply happy, but Fang Yimin remembered that the other party was terrible drunk last time, and it was too unsafe for him, so he resolutely refused to allow Uncle Zhao to get the drink.

In the past, Fang Yimin basically didn't have any objection to what Wen Qiling said. Now Mr. Xiao doesn't give in to Wen Qiling at all, but Wen Qiling indulges Mr. Xiao even more.

Uncle Zhao understood the expression on his face, nodded and stood there without moving.

At night, Fang Yimin was sleeping soundly, when suddenly he felt a piece of the mattress beside him collapsed, his back pressed against a warm chest, and a hand was wrapped around his waist.

Fang Yimin was so frightened that he almost swears. He turned around and kicked over without even looking at who it was.

A low cry came from beside him, and the person almost rolled off the bed.

Fang Yimin pulled the quilt, stared fiercely at the black figure, and asked, "What kind of demon are you?"

Wen Qiling sat on the edge of the bed aggrieved, and muttered, "I want to sleep on the bed. My muscles are sore from sleeping on the sofa recently."

"Then you sleep in the guest room!" Fang Yimin showed no sympathy, "Who told you to sleep on the sofa and watch me?"

Wen Qiling quickly explained: "I didn't monitor you, I was worried that your amnesia was due to some mental disorder, so I didn't worry about guarding you."

"Now I think you are more like a mental disorder, get out quickly." Fang Yimin drove him out again mercilessly.

Oh my god, the beauties who throw themselves into their arms are too scary!Mr. Xiao didn't expect him to be so liuxiahui.

Wen Qiling hugged the pillow, and stood outside the bedroom door with great sadness, his back looked especially bleak.

In fact, after Wen Qiling had a meeting in the afternoon to deal with the contract issue, he did drive to another place.It's a psychiatric clinic.

Dr. He in the clinic is the junior of Dr. Zhao, and he is quite accomplished in psychology.

Dr. He was very interested after hearing the case described by Dr. Zhao.Unlike all doctors, he does not ask to see the patient first, but asks to see the lover side of the patient first.

Because she trusted Dr. Zhao, Wen Qiling stopped by to see Dr. He at the psychological clinic on Qiyun Road after finishing her work.

The appearance of the clinic is simple and stylish. If you don't enter the clinic, you can't tell that it is a psychological clinic.Of course, I can't guess that Dr. He is a psychiatrist.

Because Dr. He has a baby face, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed round-frame glasses, and has two dimples on his cheeks when he smiles. He is quite tall, but he is dressed a little brighter, and looks a bit like a student.

Dr. He first asked Wen Qiling to explain the patient's condition and some strange symptoms, and then asked Wen Qiling to describe the love process when the two realized they were married.

Wen Qiling spoke concisely, but within three to five minutes, he summed up and explained everything clearly.

Due to his professional habits, Dr. He kept observing the other party while writing down something with a pen from time to time during Wen Qiling's presentation.

The other party was naturally aware of it, he had a calm demeanor, exuding the confidence and calmness of a superior.

After listening to the other party's words, Dr. He nodded and thought for a while, and then said with a smile of incomprehensible meaning: "Mr. Wen is really an elite among the elite."

Wen Qiling asked straight to the point: "Does Doctor He have any method to restore Yi Min's memory?"

Dr. He asked back: "Does Mr. Wen want Mr. Fang to restore his memory, or do he want Mr. Fang to return to his previous appearance and restore the way they used to get along?"

Wen Qiling was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course it's different, maybe..." Dr. He paused, looking directly at Wen Qiling, "Mr. Fang wants to discard the memory with Mr. Wen."

"Doctor He, what does this mean?" Wen Qiling's face was still gentle, but there was a slight displeasure in his words.

"Mr. Wen, don't mind. I haven't seen the patient yet. I'm just judging from my own experience and guesswork." Dr. He showed two dimples, and smiled harmlessly and apologetically.

"In the situation that Mr. Wen said, Mr. Fang actually has symptoms of persecution paranoia." Dr. He continued, "For example, he always feels that he is being watched and followed, and he firmly believes that others are plotting and persecuting him out of nothing, etc. .But Mr. Fang does not have insomnia or irritability, but it is not very similar to this disease."

"I heard this kind of speculation from Dr. Zhao." Wen Qiling's face sank, "He said it might lead to depression or violent tendencies, or even suicidal tendencies."

Dr. He comforted the other party with a smile: "You don't have to worry so much. From Mr. Wen's description, Mr. Fang seems to have only forgotten you."

Wen Qiling didn't need this kind of stabbing comfort, and his brows frowned even tighter.

Doctor He apologized again and again in embarrassment, and said, "I mean, Mr. Wen can have a new relationship with your lover, isn't it also very romantic."

Mr. Wen didn't think it was romantic. Such a little gentleman made him worry about gain and loss, and his heart was always empty, not as stable and steady as before.

"Although such cases are rare, they do exist." Dr. He put away his smile, his professionalism was reflected at this time, and said seriously, "Amnesia can be divided into short-term and long-term, but they all have common One point is subconscious escape."

"The human brain is the most sophisticated, complex and mysterious structure. If one is frightened, or suffers major trauma and injury, the human brain will protect the body on its own, and it may choose to delete or hide a memory .”

"You said trauma and injury." Wen Qiling fell into deep thought and asked uncertainly, "Is it the injury I caused him?"

"It's hard to say, but what people want to forget the most is what they can't forget the most." Dr. He said meaningfully, "Perhaps the most precious thing."

Wen Qiling was silent for a moment, then his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, then stood up: "I should go back."

"Mr. Wen, the most important thing now is to regain your lover's trust in you and give him enough sense of security."

After hearing what the other party said, Wen Qiling forgot to answer the phone for a moment, and the call was disconnected.

"My fee is very expensive. At least Mr. Wen will talk to me again, and it will be easy to calculate the fee in half an hour."

"No need, just charge for half an hour." Wen Qiling said, "I have to give my lover enough sense of security, if he leaves for too long, he will become suspicious."

[The author has something to say: I also have a psychological barrier, and I was locked for a chapter, ah, I will definitely be clearer in the future~]