Next to him, Song Quanliang touched his nose, and it was rare that he did not participate in the Tucao Conference.

Isn't it, maybe.

In the more than ten years that Nan Shengmiao has been in the ink house, Song Quanliang can be said to have watched her grow up, and he knows best what she is like.

In the past, she had come up with a new way to plague them, but even if she was pretending, it would not take more than three days for her to appear in her original form each time.

And this time?

At least seven days.

So...... The results are unknown.

This kind of complaining meeting of the ink house maids is held almost every week, and it is carried out in private.

Because in the past, Nan Shengmiao always used the black smoke miasma of the ink house manuscript, if it didn't pour, they might explode with anger.

Occasionally, they complain and vent, and they can be regarded as cheering up and continuing to bear the scourge of Nan Shengmiao.

But this time, the Tucao Conference seems to have changed.

……

The results of the expert consultation came out quickly, and Mo Jinli had to leave the ink house and go to the hospital to listen to the experts' opinions.

Originally, I wanted to be in the ink house, but with Nan Shengmiao's temper, if he knew that he regarded her as a psychopath, he might not know what would happen.

It's rare that she has been in peace for a few days, so he better be careful.

On this day, while Nan Shengmiao hadn't gotten up yet, Mo Jinli went to the hospital early in the morning.

On the way there, he thought of a lot of possibilities.

Selective amnesia, brain tumors or something, he thought about it all, and he was mentally prepared.

The only thing I didn't expect was-

All the experts were unanimous and told him that there was nothing wrong with the results.

In other words, Nan Shengmiao's brain is normal.

"Then may I ask you, what kind of temperament will a person have changed drastically, as if he had changed a person?" Mo Jinli looked at the experts and asked.

"This ......"

An authoritative expert with a 90 percent success rate in brain surgery hesitated for a moment and continued.

"If Mr. Mo insists on suspecting that Miss Nan has something wrong with her brain, I suggest that you go to a psychiatrist. Brain is fine, we can guarantee it. ”

Hearing this, others echoed:

"Yes, the brain department is fine, it's healthy."

"Maybe a psychiatrist can give the answer."

"Well, thank you, I promised nothing less in return." Leaving a word, Mo Jinli left the hospital.

On the way, I did not forget to tell Moda to look for a well-known psychiatrist all over the world.

Just when there was still a kilometer away from the ink house, Mo Jinli suddenly shouted to stop.

The driver immediately applied the brakes.

"When I went to the company, I told Song Quanliang that I was going on a business trip and the date of my return was uncertain."

"Yes."

The car turned a corner and gradually moved away from the ink house.

*

Nan Shengmiao got up in the morning, but he didn't see Mo Jinli.

He stayed with her at home for several days, she was used to him being by his side, and now that Mo Jinli left suddenly, Nan Shengmiao couldn't even lift up her energy to eat.

What she didn't expect was that he would do it again.

On the second day, on the third day, there was no one to be seen!

This time, Nan Shengmiao hadn't tortured Song Quanliang yet, so he told him everything he knew.

"The driver Xiao Wang said, Mr. Mo went on a business trip and the date of his return is uncertain, if you don't believe it, you can look at my phone."

Song Quanliang took the initiative to hand the phone to Nan Shengmiao, with an expression of "I am telling the truth, I don't believe you".

"This time, Mr. Mo didn't give me a phone call or a text message, he really didn't contact me."

Since the last time she deliberately teased Nan Shengmiao, she didn't do anything to him in a fit of rage, Song Quanliang was even more respectful to her.