The Xu family's psychiatrist was not here, and Zhong Ying flew over once a week for treatment. Of course, whether it is the money for the plane ticket or the money of the psychiatrist, it is the Xu family who pays the bill.

The psychiatrist is a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen, wearing a gray shirt, and conveys a professional tenderness in both temperament and tone.

Zhong Ying didn't shy away from him, but the psychiatrist could only help her relieve it, but not completely solve the problem.

"Miss Zhong herself knows that this state is not right." In the end, he could only say this helplessly, Zhong Ying smiled slightly: "Yes, I know this is wrong." ”

Don't say a word of superfluity.

The young psychiatrist could only laugh helplessly in the end.

Towards the end of this conversation, the psychiatrist said to her, "Christmas is coming, if Christmas is ...... Miss Zhong can come to me at any time. ”

"Don't you have to celebrate the holidays?" Zhong Ying couldn't help but be curious, "You should also have your own friends and your own family, so let a patient disturb you during the festival, okay?" ”

"Miss Zhong is different." The doctor said gently.

But no matter how gentle it is, it falls on Zhong Ying's ears, and it is too false. So she just laughed, said thank you and left. The cashmere coat is worn on the body, and it actually has the illusion of being a little empty.

The closer she got to Christmas, the more restless she slept unsteadily. In one night, she woke up more than a dozen times, and finally couldn't sleep.

Until one day I received a call from Mr. Rong, and he asked, "Miss Zhong has insomnia?" ”

"Not really," Zhong Ying said as she poured water for herself, holding the phone while pouring water, "I just can't sleep well." ”

He seemed to have a little bit to say and stopped: "Miss Chung, Merry Christmas." ”

"Merry Christmas." Zhong Ying asked, "Mr. Rong shouldn't just be here to say this?" She heard him sigh on the other side of the phone, and finally seemed to be smiling: "Miss Zhong, Ms. Zhong wants to see you." ”

Zhong Ying's smile vanished. Finally she said, "There's nothing to see." As if he was answering Mr. Yung, and as if he was answering himself, "I have made it very clear to her." ”

Mr. Yung stopped talking, and finally sighed softly.

"Miss Zhong, I hope you have a happy life."

The phone hung up, and Zhong Ying didn't even know why he was making such a call to himself.

During the day on Christmas Eve, the city is already so lively that you can't help but start hating the city. Zhong Ying walked through the crowd and suddenly heard someone call her name. Not Nancy, but Zhong Ying in Chinese.

Mandarin with a straight and round voice.

She looked back and saw a thin woman, dressed in a black coat, knee-length boots of the same color, and only a bright red scarf on her body.

"Hello?" Zhong Ying looked at her face covered by a mask, "Do I know you?" ”

The other party walked up to her and seemed to look at her carefully: "No, you don't know me." I know you. She paused for a moment, looked at Zhong Ying from top to bottom, and asked, "There's a café next to it, can I treat you to a cup of coffee?" ”

Zhong Ying's gaze was suspicious: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of drinking coffee with strangers." ”

"No, maybe you should have a cup of coffee with me." The other party said, "Do you remember the two people around Miss Xu before you?" ”

She finally said who she was: "I'm one of them. ”

The one who came was called Zhou Yan, who was more than two years older than Zhong Ying. When she took off the mask on her face in the café, Zhong Ying suddenly knew what Xu Lan had done in the first place.

Although the criss-crossed marks on her face were already very faint, it was still obvious what kind of treatment this face had received.

"This, did Xu Lan do?" Zhong Ying still asked, Zhou Yan nodded, but smiled.

"It's her." Zhou Yan tilted her head, her eyes were bright and clear: "It seems that the Xu family is hiding it well." ”

Zhong Ying lowered her head: "Yes, I know everything, even, I don't know what you call another person." ”

"The other one is called Shu Kui." Zhou Yan said, "I only met her by chance later." But now, she's having a good time, unlike me. She touched her cheek, "I'm always thinking about the next plastic surgery." Maybe one day it's completely straightened up. The heart is also comfortable. ”

She smiled at Zhong Ying, who lowered her eyebrows and removed the light from her eyes.

"I didn't come to see you on purpose. I just heard about it by chance, and it happened to be nearby, so I came and took a look. I heard that since you, there hasn't been anyone like us around her. Zhou Yan smiled and picked up the coffee cup, "This is really a good thing." ”

"There will be no more victims like us."

Zhong Ying didn't know what to say, she just looked at Zhou Yan and listened to her talk about the Xu Lan in her memory, talking about the days after she left Xu Lan......

She felt that Zhou Yan was still living in her memory. That has the memory of Xu Lan's survival.

She gently covered her chest, feeling a slight pain for Zhou Yan.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, someone asked beside him, his voice was calm and tired, but it was like an unknown magic sound, which made Zhou Yan's chatter stop all of a sudden.

She stared blankly at the person standing beside Zhong Ying, unable to take her eyes off.

"Xu ...... Zheming. After a long time, Zhou Yan called Xu Zheming like this, and the expression on her face was extremely subtle.

Zhong Ying stood on the side, looking at the two of them, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

Then, she was pulled away by Xu Zheming.

It wasn't until outside that Zhong Ying came back to her senses and asked, "Why?" ”

"She's not a good person." Xu Zheming said, "At the beginning...... Shu Kui is because she ......" he said, stopping again and turning sideways to look at Zhong Ying. "Shu Kui got into trouble with Xiaolan because of her."

Zhong Ying was silent, if it weren't for Zhou Yan, she wouldn't even know who Shu Kui was.

Xu Zheming noticed her defense, and his heart was endlessly depressed. "Zhong Ying," he called her name softly, his hands on the steering wheel, white as jade, "please trust me once, okay?" ”

"Zhou Yan, she came to you with bad intentions."

Zhong Ying finally spoke up: "But, what can she get from me?" She tilted her head to look at him, her posture was playful, but her eyes were cold.

Xu Zheming's other hand was placed on his chest, and the surging emotions seemed to come out in the next moment: "She's just...... She just knows me ......"

Every word he said seemed to be very difficult, but Zhong Ying seemed to float through his ears with every word, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

However, that sentence seemed to sound in the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't help but listen to it.

"Because she knows that I have you in my heart, and if she hurts you, she hurts me."

"She just wanted to hurt me."