"How private?" Huo Jingchen leaned back in the chair and spoke lightly.

There was no intention of being in a hurry or leaving, but it seemed to be chatting with her.

Zhao Siqing looked at his watch, there were only five minutes left before the two o'clock appointment, but the ancestor in front of him had no intention of leaving.

Zhao Siqing couldn't, got up and pushed open a door in the office, looked at Huo Jingchen and said, "Why don't you go to sleep?" ”

The inner room is her usual lounge, which is not big, but it is good to sleep if you feel tired.

Huo Jingchen raised his eyebrows, smiling: "Invite me to sleep?" ”

Zhao Siqing......

Huo Jingchen got up and walked into a small rest room of seven or eight square meters, which contained a single bed, a bedside table, a small wardrobe, and nothing else.

The room was dimly lit, but the light on the bedside table was always on.

There is a kind of aromatherapy by the lamp, which fills the whole room with a faint soothing aroma, which makes people involuntarily relax.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Siqing didn't care about anything else, hurriedly closed the door of the rest room, got up and opened the door of the office.

The appointed patient arrived here on time, and Zhao Siqing chatted with her.

In the narrow rest room, Huo Jingchen lay on the small bed and slowly closed his eyes.

I really didn't sleep well last night, and there was a faint breath that belonged to her all around, which made him feel at ease for no reason.

Unconsciously, Huo Jingchen gradually fell asleep.

But this night, he didn't sleep well.

Her slap reminded him of a lot, a lot of things from the past.

He dreamed that she was standing more than ten meters away from him with a gun, wearing a white skirt, and smiling at him.

The wind blew away her long hair, and she was as beautiful as a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

'Bang! A gunshot rang out, and she gradually collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Qingqing!"

Huo Jingchen suddenly woke up from his dream, his face a little pale.

Realizing where he was, he put on his shoes and pushed the door open and walked out.

Zhao Siqing was chatting with the patient about the situation here, when she saw that the door of the rest room was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a shirt and trousers, stepping on her pale pink cherry pill slippers, pushed the door out with a gloomy face.

Simply, Zhao Siqing's treatment has also reached the final stage.

She looked at the patient who was stunned by Huo Jingchen's appearance and said softly: "I'm sorry, this is a customer who was hypnotized just now, I should have thought of something bad, so I woke up suddenly." ”

"Oh, I see... Got it. ”

After sending the patient away, Zhao Siqing closed the door and turned around and leaned against the door with his hands in his arms, looking at the man with a gloomy face, wondering if his bed was uncomfortable, and the young master was not sleeping comfortably enough?

It wasn't until he confirmed that she was standing in front of him so vividly that Huo Jingchen gradually calmed down.

He walked forward slowly, stopped in front of Zhao Siqing, and looked at her condescendingly.

Zhao Siqing just wanted to say if she could take off her cherry balls first......

"What's wrong?" Zhao Siqing asked softly, raising her eyes and looking at him seriously.

After all, no matter what, Huo Jingchen is also her patient.

"Nightmare." Huo Jingchen's hoarse voice still felt a little unreal.

Zhao Siqing didn't expect him to speak easily, and his voice was a little gentler: "What did you dream about?" ”

"Dreaming of ......" Huo Jingchen's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his narrow eyes stared at her tightly.

Zhao Siqing waited patiently and encouraged him to continue.

"Dreaming... You're dead. Huo Jingchen's voice was hoarse.

Zhao Siqing......