Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

Yue Han thought that his family had been burglarized, and he couldn't help complaining about the bodyguards the Wei family had hired, all of them were just like Zheng Ming, and none of them were useful.

He was afraid that Wei Mingyang, a timid young master, would be frightened, so he struggled to support himself and went out.

Pushing open the door of Wei Mingyang's room, Yue Han didn't see Wei Mingyang's figure. He scratched his throbbing head, wondering what was going on, when he saw Wei Mingyang rushing into the room with red eyes, obviously I'm going to cry.

"Master, are you?"

Wei Mingyang was a little surprised that Yuehan would be in his room, he quickly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and when he looked at Yuehan again, his eyes became angry, "Who told you to call a psychiatrist?"

"what?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! You're just like them! You all think I'm sick!"

Wei Mingyang pushed Yue Han hard, just wanting to push him out, but his slender body couldn't do it, so he could only bite Yue Han's arm.

"It hurts! Are you a dog? You know how to bite people every day!" Yue Han was so anxious by his sudden operation, he took his hand and bit it down.

"Ah! Let go, let go, it hurts! Let go!"

Yue Han loosened his mouth, but he didn't bite Wei Mingyang's arm. He opened his mouth and looked at the child who was throwing a temper, "You know how painful it is!"

"Uh..." Wei Mingyang lowered his head, didn't answer his words, but kept pushing him away, "Go out..."

"Why do I go out? What happened, you tell me, if someone bullies you, I will bully you back."

"It was you who bullied me!" Wei Mingyang raised his head and looked at him with tears in his eyes, "You think I'm sick too, you think I'm sick just like them, I hate you!"

"Aren't you sick?"

"you……"

"You just say that you are not sick?" Yue Han took Wei Mingyang's arm and forced him to stand in front of the mirror, "Look at the mirror yourself and say, from top to bottom, where are you not sick?"

"me……"

Wei Mingyang didn't know how long it had been since he took a good look at himself in the mirror, and now Yuehan was pinching his neck and looking at the mirror forcefully.He wanted to turn his head away from looking at himself in the mirror who was about to fall when the wind blows, but Yue Han refused.

"Look in the mirror for me, take a good look, do you want to keep doing this?"

"I don't want to watch it." Wei Mingyang finally couldn't hold back, covered his eyes with his hands and cried silently.

Seeing him crying, Yue Han felt a little irritable, raised his hand to hold him in his arms, and patted him on the back, "Why are you crying? If you are sick, you will be cured. What's the big deal?"

"I'm not sick." Wei Mingyang said in a trembling voice, and raised his arms to hold Yuehan tightly, not letting him see his crying face, "I don't want to see a psychiatrist."

"Why are you kid..."

"I don't want to look, I don't want to look, I just don't want to look!"

With wet chest, Yuehan wanted to take coercive measures, but finally softened his heart, "Okay, don't watch it for now, I'll go talk to your psychiatrist, okay?"

"Ah."

"Don't cry, I haven't even cried when I have a fever, why are you crying?"

"Why didn't you cry? You called your mother when you fell asleep, and said you wanted your mother to feed you, so I fed you." Wei Mingyang looked up at Yue Han dissatisfied.

The tears on that face made Yuehan feel uncomfortable, and raised his hand to wipe him away, "It's so ugly, I'm crying."

"You're ugly when you cry, and you still talk about me."

"You kid, do you want to fight against me no matter what I say!" Yue Han took out a few pieces of paper resignedly, and wiped Wei Mingyang's face, "Go and wash your face yourself, and then apply a mask , crying like this, the eyes must be swollen and sore."

"Do you tube."

Even though he said so, Wei Mingyang still listened to Yue Han's words, and took the tissue he handed over to the bathroom.

Yue Han sighed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and was about to go back to the house to continue sleeping, but as soon as he went out, he saw Zheng Ming with a very tangled expression, and Ye Minghong who was making a fuss about Zheng Ming.

"Zheng Ming, who is he?" Yue Han looked at Ye Minghong who looked a bit evil and asked.

Ye Minghong, who was wearing a decent suit, stretched out his hand to Yue Han, and said with a smile: "Hello, I am Ye Minghong, the psychiatrist of Young Master Wei, Mr. Yue, please give me your advice in the future."

"His psychiatrist..." Yue Han stretched out his hand, held Ye Minghong back, looked him up and down, "Please give me some advice."

"Does Mr. Yue think that I can't be the young master's psychiatrist?"

Yue Han said bluntly, "If you are capable, why would he reject you so much?"

Hearing Yue Han's words, Zheng Ming froze, and hurriedly winked at him, not wanting him to offend this person who had a smile on his face but a stern heart in his heart.

Yue Han ignored the small expressions of proof, but Ye Minghong looked at it, feeling more and more unhappy with Yue Han in his heart, so he said: "Mr. Yue, what do you think a psychiatrist is? Method."

"Well, that's the truth." Yuehan nodded, expressing his agreement with Ye Minghong's words, but then he said: "But I like Mrs. Wei's words better..." Mingyang's non-cooperation is not my problem, It's your problem, all I want is the result."Obviously, Mrs. Wei did not put enough pressure on Dr. Ye, otherwise you would not have said that there is no way. "

"Uh..." Seeing that Ye Minghong was left speechless by what he said, Yue Han put his hand on the expensive suit and patted it, "If Doctor Ye thinks he can't do anything, then..."

"No, maybe there was no way before." Ye Minghong pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, "But seeing Mr. Yue today, I think there should be a way."

"Ok?"

"It can be seen that Young Master Wei listens to Mr. Yue very much."

"Uh..." Ye Minghong held Yue Han's hand on his shoulder, and lifted it up little by little. Although it was difficult, at least the sick Yue Han didn't make him lose face in front of Zheng Ming, and he lifted it up on his own initiative. Raised his hand, "Do you want me to persuade him to cooperate with your treatment?"

"Or you can help him heal, and he will listen to you."

Yue Han frowned, "I'm not a psychiatrist, maintaining his mental health is what you should do."

"His condition is actually very serious, anorexia, paranoia and intermittent amnesia. Does Mr. Yue want him to live well?"

Yue Han's frown deepened, "I'm not his parents, his life..."

"You care a lot, you care about him, and you love him. Maybe...you still like him a little bit." Ye Minghong pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose with his hands, and said softly.