The next day, early in the morning.

Jo Ruoxin got up lazily, washed up, and went to make breakfast.

When I got downstairs, I found that everything was back to normal and the furniture had been changed all over again.

After making breakfast, she went upstairs and knocked on the door of the master bedroom and found no one.

"Dog man! Don't say a word when you leave! Make me two breakfasts! ”

She whispered and went to the restaurant downstairs to eat breakfast by herself.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Qiao Ruoxin picked up the phone with a casual attitude: "Which one?" ”

"Miss Qiao, can you come to the manor, Mo Ye is in the process of psychotherapy......"

The fork in her hand fell into the plate with a screeching sound.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Mo Ye fell into a coma, had a low-grade fever, and vomited nonstop."

"I'll come right over!"

Hanging up the phone, Qiao Ruoxin turned around and ran upstairs, changed his clothes, and prepared to go out.

It turns out that he went to psychotherapy?

……

An hour later.

Qiao Ruoxin drove into the Mo family's manor, and the door slowly opened.

Mo Chen's bodyguard, Xiao Wu, was standing there waiting for her with an anxious face.

After she got out of the car, she went straight to the villa.

Xiao Wu followed behind him: "Madame will ask Mo Ye to come back for psychological treatment every once in a while, but this time I don't know how, Mo Ye seems to have a strong reaction." ”

"Take me to see him first."

Xiao Wu led her to the door of Mo Chen's bedroom.

Outside stood a noble and elegant woman and housekeeper, and a middle-aged man who looked very much like a psychiatrist.

The woman is Mo Chen's mother, Li Xueli.

The moment Mrs. Mo raised her head, a flash of surprise flashed on her face: "Qiao Ruoxin? ”

"Mrs. Mo, I'll go see him first."

Qiao Ruoxin went straight into the bedroom and closed the door.

Mrs. Mo looked at Xiao Wu sharply: "You said that the person you want to find is Qiao Ruoxin?" ”

Xiao Wu lowered his head and was silent.

"You don't know how she harmed Mo Chen like this two years ago?"

mentioned two years ago, Mrs. Mo felt angry.

Her son was so good, so handsome, so good, and suddenly became what he is now.

It's all thanks to Jor's heart!

……

Inside the bedroom.

Qiao Ruoxin walked to the bed and saw that the man's face was pale at the moment, he was having a low-grade fever, and he seemed to be stuck in a dream and couldn't wake up.

"Mo Chen! Wake up! Don't sleep, wake up! ”

In the dream, Mo Chen looked at the scenes of men and women entangled together, and he was so disgusted that he was suffocated.

Suddenly, Qiao Ruoxin's voice rushed into his world.

He followed the sound to find an exit, trying to get out of this disgusting and suffocating dream.

The next second-

Mo Chen suddenly opened his black eyes, his handsome face was tense, and his expression was gloomy.

The woman threw herself into his arms with a lightly scented body and leaned over to hug him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little face in his arms, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Jor's heart was like a tranquilizer to him.

"Brother Mo Chen, it's okay, I don't like psychiatrists, we won't see it in the future, okay?"

There was something complicated in her eyes.

She must figure out why Mo Chen's psychological disorder is so serious.

It's been a long time.

The bedroom door opened, and Qiao Ruoxin walked out: "He's awake." ”

Hearing this news, Mrs. Mo's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Qiao Ruoxin looked at the middle-aged man on the side: "If you guessed correctly, you are Mo Chen's brother's psychiatrist, right?" Can you talk about it? ”

The man looked at Mrs. Mo, and Mrs. Mo agreed by default.