Chapter one hundred and eighty-four, psychotherapy

"I'm fine. " Shi Yi drew back her outstretched hand and began to sit quietly in the back seat.

The two men sat in the back, one struggling with his own salacious thoughts, the other contemplating a will.

It is not too early for Shi Yi to make a will. He does not know when he will be paralyzed. Although the doctor said it directly, he has a feeling that he will become a vegetable.

If he suddenly became a vegetable, unable to speak or move, and even the chances of waking up were slim, who would take care of his nono and his fruit? I certainly do not want to give them to the care of others, so, first write a document to ensure that Cheng snow and fruit's future, so that I can rest assured some.

There was a silence in the car, and even uncle Chen thought there was something wrong with the atmosphere today. Unfortunately, Cheng Snow did not notice the subtle change when he came out. It was strange that he had been so cold all the time. No one could see it even when he was meditating.

"Daddy, MOMMY! " If see two people from the car down, hurriedly ran out from home to meet: "Mommy, I miss you! "

If a smoke jumped into Cheng snow's arms, will she hit some stand unsteady: "If last night is not to see Mommy? How only one night to think? " Cheng snow tease fruit.

"That is because one night does not see such as three years! " Fruit some please looking at Cheng snow, smiling face, as if did not experience the death of Gardenia General.

Shi Yi stood behind them, watching the two most beloved people walking together, holding hands, not to mention complicated feelings, he must find the best doctors to treat the remaining problems in his brain.

With such a big thing in his heart, but when he was with his family, he didn't show a single flaw. He played with them as usual, as if he wasn't the one who knew he could be paralyzed at any moment, or even in a vegetative state.

Fruit this point 100% inherited his genes, after a few hours, Cheng snow even think to find a psychologist for fruit is chicken scratch. The person who needs to be adjusted looks more like herself, otherwise why would she keep obsessing about this.

"dinner is ready. Please go to dinner. "

Three people were watching TV in the living room when the housekeeper came over and said.

Cheng snow smell speech looked up to see time, don't see Ok this one look is a bit surprised: How time passed so quickly? Why does she feel like she's only been home for a while! It's noon already.

"FRUIT, go wash your hands to eat! " Cheng snow patted fruit's ASS, intimate said.

The fruit that was patted buttock is some not happy, act like a spoiled child to say: "Mummy! I am a boy! " Often pats my buttock like playing Hooligan! Of course, the last sentence of fruit did not say, he was afraid she hit revenge more clap it!

"You're my son. What's wrong with a PAT? I changed your diaper when you were a kid. What haven't you seen? A PAT ISN'T ENOUGH! " They bickered, when the doorbell rang.

"Hello, is this Mr. Shi's house? "

There was a pleasant male voice at the door, not very magnetic but very recognisable, his voice as intoxicating as the song of a Lark in the spring, and with an indescribable pleasure.

When Yi hears someone is inquiring him, got up and walked past, did not wait for Butler to reply then caught to ask a question: "I am, you are good, is Qin Doctor? "

The man looked up and down when Yi, nodded to account for their own identity, no longer say anything, but politely go into the door to change shoes, took out a small notebook and a recorder pen, ready to start their work.

Chennault looked at the person's movements, guess he is when Yi called the psychiatrist, hurriedly said: "You are a psychotherapist, right? Do not worry about work, just to dinner, have a meal! "

The job of a psychologist is to understand the environment where others are staying and find out their problems, and finally help them to solve their problems. How could Qin Lan turn down an invitation from a client?

Qin Lan nodded at Chennault, smiled and thanked him, and sat unceremoniously at the table, waiting to eat.

Chennault looked at him and muttered to himself: How can a psychotherapist be such a handsome young man?

She had always thought of psychologists as people who looked like very nice old ladies, and that even if they weren't, they should be nice, kind little old men.

Qin Lan was young and handsome, with a high nose, fair skin, and a handsome face that made him look like a young man coming out of a painting, even with a beautiful voice.

Forgive her for glancing at it for a moment, but now she could feel the chill in her back. Without a second thought, it was when Yi's stomach turned over the jealous jar.

Just a few more glances, really...

Cheng Snow Nuo in the mind refutes have no bottom spirit, had to silently gave him in the dish to clip some vegetables, the tone has some guilty to say: "eat more vegetables... "

Looking at the extra dishes in the bowl, Shi said he was very happy, occasionally jealous can also be a little sweet to eat, so he likes to eat sour. The couple, who were interacting, didn't notice the smile under Qin Lan's eyes.

This meal to eat Cheng Snow is quite depressed, when see what dishes they put him in what dishes, so that in the end they did not eat well, people did not coax well.

"Mr. Shi, I'd like to have a word with you in private, " said Qin Lan, seeing that everyone was well fed

Shi Yi nodded and led Qin Lan to the study.

As soon as they sat down, Qin Lan took out a recorder and a notebook and began to take notes. "Mr. Shi, have you been having any troubles lately? " He asked

Hmm? Shiyi looked at Qin Lan in surprise. "Why do you say that? "

"The way you act at the table, ostensibly jealous, is actually a way of asking for your wife's attention. And a man in your position, I suspect, must have something else bothering you, so in disguise he asked for attention."

These words made a lot of sense, but Shi Yi just felt a little strange, which he couldn't say exactly, so he told Qin Lan exactly what happened this morning at the hospital, and said, and confessed that he had prepared a will.

And then he looked at Qin Lan with a kind of fierce stare.

Qin Lan smiled, sensing his change, "You can rest assured that our profession, our professional ethics is not to disclose patient privacy, so your wife and children will not know these words. "