A woman inside the door looked at Fang Zhihe who pushed the door in a daze, and after a few seconds, the two thin lips opened slightly, but did not make a sound.

Fluffy?

Fang Zhihe was also stunned, well, he seemed to have forgotten the existence of this person.

After Lin Rongrong came to his senses, he immediately greeted him, first picked up the key that Fang Zhihe threw aside, put it on the storage shelf, then squatted down and took out a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, and then stretched out his hand to untie the shoelaces on Fang Zhihe's shoes.

Fang Zhihe shrunk his feet and said a little unnaturally: "No need to do this, I'll do it myself!"

Lin Rongrong paused, leaned in and continued to help him untie his shoes, after the shoelaces were untied, she took off the leather shoes on Fang Zhihe's feet, and then put on the men's slippers she took out.

Fang Zhihe was so touched by Lin Rongfu that he became uncomfortable, kicked another slipper indiscriminately, and walked quickly towards the third floor.

Aunt Wen came out of the kitchen when she heard the movement, raised her eyes to look at the back on the stairs, and asked, "Mr. Fang, are you going to eat here at noon?"

Fang Zhihe let out a faint "um" and continued to walk upstairs, the footsteps were calm and powerful.

The study on the third floor seemed to have just been cleaned, and the traces of wiping could be faintly seen on the bookshelves, he randomly pulled out a magazine and flipped through it, most of the pages of the magazine were fashion shows and entertainment news, he browsed roughly, and suddenly, a red and white shirt dress appeared in front of him, he shrank in his heart, threw down the magazine and walked downstairs.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Aunt Wen and Lin Rongrong were preparing lunch, Fang Zhihe stopped and took a look inside, and found that Lin Rongrong had tied up her loose hair, revealing the outline of her side face and left ear, but her body was still the black hoodie and worn-out jeans from before.

"Don't you have any other clothes?" Fang Zhihe asked lightly towards Lin Rong, who was wiping the dishes.

Lin Rongrong turned his head to look at Fang Zhihe, and didn't say a word for a long time.

When Fang Zhihe saw her like that, he immediately became angry, glanced at her fiercely, and left the kitchen door with his legs raised.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, so he reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pressed a string of numbers, "Doctor Zhang, have you received the patient information that I passed before?"

"Yes, the patient you mentioned only has a slight brain damage, which does not cause speech barriers at all, and judging from the discharge records and the final brain CT scan, she has no problems, as for why she didn't speak, I can't judge. However, I personally feel that she should have some kind of psychological disorder, and I suggest that you take her to see a psychiatrist to see if you can find the cause psychologically. ”

"Psychiatrist?" Fang Zhihe frowned and asked.

"Yes, generally speaking, if it is not an organic lesion, then a psychological illness should be considered, so it is recommended that you take her to see it. ”

"Got it, thanks. In fact, Fang Zhihe has always been skeptical about psychological treatment, he thinks that many theories of psychologists are unfounded, and the charges are very unreasonable, so he politely answered and hung up the phone.

He turned his head to glance in the direction of the kitchen, then leaned back on the sofa in the living room, which was leather, smelling of leather care liquid, and he hooked the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes.