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Really jealous, so jealous.

Listening to her words, Fu Qinglun's clenched cheeks suddenly loosened, and after a moment of panic, he stretched out his healthy arm and pulled her into his arms.

He hugged her and rubbed her, eager to rub her into his own blood.

Silly girl.

His silly girl.

She doesn't need to be jealous of anyone.

Who is Lin Shiyu, the proud daughter of the sky, talented all over the world, wearing a white dress when she was a student, with a few books in her arms, she has become the dream of many people.

At the age of 21, it only took her a year to appear on the international stage, and after being named a small song, her long wavy hair and a long dress that exuded the fragrance of a woman fascinated many people.

He is also one of them.

He was also one of the admirers.

However, what has Lin Shiyu become of now?

She gave up everything for Little Lemon, her hands no longer touched her favorite piano, she stopped singing, she stopped being the brightest of the stars.

She was hollowed out.

She lived like this.

She even went to be jealous of the owner of that egg, she was jealous of that surrogate, who are they, how can they be compared with her Lin Shiyu?

Why?

A beautiful love will allow us to meet the most beautiful self, why did she become so bad after being with him.

Just now, if he had been a little late, if he had been a little late, then she would have jumped from the 18th floor of this hospital.

She was hit by a demonic barrier, and she was sick in her heart.

All these things are caused by him.

Being held by him like this, Lin Shiyu's eyes turned red, big tears smashed down, and she slowly stretched out her little hand to hug his slender waist, she choked quietly, "Fu Qinglun, I don't want you to have children with other women, I really don't want you to have children with other women..."

"If you have a baby with another woman, then I... I don't want you, do you understand... Woo..."

She kept crying, crying uncontrollably.

Fu Qinglun's throat was astringent, he lifted his thin lips, and he didn't say anything, not knowing what to say.

He just hugged her, hugged her tightly.

Despair and helplessness grew and spread in his heart.

……

Lin Shiyu fell asleep, and Fu Qinglun stayed by her bedside, holding her cold little hand tightly.

Thin and flexible lips pressed against her little hands, kissing incessantly.

What should he do?

What should he do with her?

"Arsen. At this time, Sikong spoke.

Fu Qinglun came back to his senses, he covered the quilt for Lin Shiyu, and then walked out.

In the corridor, Fu Qinglun looked at Sikong, "What's wrong with Shishi?"

"Ah Sen, Shiyu's condition is not very good, Xiao Lemon crushed her, plus one of you, Shiyu has severe depression, has hallucinations and even... The tendency to commit suicide just now. ”

Major depressive disorder?

These five words exploded in Fu Qinglun's ears, and in recent years, almost every day there have been suicides of depressed patients.

This is a very terrible mental illness that cannot be treated with medicine.

"Asen, the situation is very bad now, Xiao Lemon is taking injections for V2 chemotherapy every day, surrogacy is found, you have to carry out sperm-child and egg-child matching as soon as possible, depressed patients need psychotherapy, but in this case, it is impossible to rehabilitate Shiyu at all, on the contrary, the situation of you and Xiao Lemon will continue to stimulate her, once the pressure and pain we bear exceed the range we can bear, there will be a phenomenon of rejection and fear, and then want to escape, suicide, Shiyu is likely to have a second suicide。 ”

Second suicide.

Fu Qinglun's mind was full of the picture of Lin Shiyu sitting by the window just now, crumbling, and the two big palms hanging by his side were pulled into fists.

This time was too difficult, she survived for more than three years, and she has reached her limit.

Now he was the last straw that easily crushed her.

Her psychological depression did not occur in these geniuses, but a quantitative to qualitative accumulation.

Over the years, she has endured too much.

He left her struggling on the edge of loneliness and hopelessness again and again, dazed.

Fu Qinglun pressed Yingting's back against the wall, his hands in his trouser pockets, and his whole person overflowed a little gloomy and decadent.

"Is there a shortcut to treatment?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Sikong nodded, "Yes, hypnotherapy, take away all her painful memories." ”

All the painful memories?

He?

Fu Qinglun didn't speak for a long time, and then he nodded, "Okay." ”

Since he made her so miserable, let her forget about him.

However, sometimes the end is not the end, but ... The real beginning.

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