After walking along the way for a while, leaving Song Tianjiao's sight, Wen Cha let go of Song Yu's hand.

She hung her head, didn't speak to Song Yu, and walked straight forward.

With a menacing appearance, it looked like he was angry with Song Tian and lost his temper.

But he didn't know that Wen Cha's hand was trembling terribly.

After confronting Song Tianjiao, the original owner's depression attacked.

Fear, mania, and disgust for the world all came up.

She wanted to kill someone, and she wanted to jump off a tall building and throw herself to pieces.

The thought of seeking death is like a sword of Damocles, hanging above his head, never stopping.

Her emotions couldn't suppress such a strong thought.

Wen Cha gritted her teeth, left Song Yu behind, and ran upstairs and rushed into the bedroom.

Song Yu stood in place, looking at the hand that was thrown away, his eyes dyed with a hint of coolness.

In the room, Wen Cha hugged the quilt tightly, trembling all over, the darkness was like a tide flooding everything, it seemed that only in this way could the collapse of the spirit and the festering of the soul be covered.

She was long dead, but the pain she left behind was not over.

They tormented her, ruined the bell as a priest, held the sovereignty of her body, and had nothing to fear in her breast, to do whatever she wanted.

She can't control it, and she can't suppress it.

Only complete destruction can lead to complete salvation.

Oncha closed her eyes, curled up together, and fell asleep like a baby.

The system had been in her head, silent, and it wanted to make a sound, as before, and slap with her.

But obviously, it's not a good time.

Even comfort doesn't work.

It sighed faintly and went to look for information.

*********

Song Yu stood at the door for a while, then bent his hand to knock on the door.

The butler stepped forward respectfully, "Master, dinner is ready." ”

Song Yu paused, "Warm the meal first, go and call the family doctor." ”

"Yes, sir."

Wen Cha was silent for a moment, and there was a knock on the door outside.

She opened her eyes, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, sat up, rubbed her face to make herself look fine, and then went to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Song Yu's face appeared in the perspective.

She suppressed the impatience in her heart, "Something? ”

Song Yu's eyes were her pale and withered face, he reached out and touched her forehead, the cold touch made him frown, "It's particularly uncomfortable?" ”

Wen Cha turned his head to dodge, "It's okay." ”

Song Yu's face did not change, and he withdrew his hand as if nothing happened, "It's okay, just come down to eat." ”

Warm tea opens its mouth to refuse.

Song Yu: "After dinner, I'll show you the studio."

She was silent for a moment, "Good ......"

She closed the door and walked down with him.

The butler had already brought the light food to the table, and when he saw them coming down, he quickly pulled out his chair.

Wen Cha sat down, resisted the urge to regurgitate, drank a few mouthfuls of soup, and under the gaze of Song Yu, he sandwiched a few more chopsticks and vegetables, and lost his appetite.

She put down her chopsticks, "I'm full." ”

Song Yu's brows suddenly twisted together, and he personally served her another bowl of soup, "Eat some more." ”

The corners of Wen Cha's mouth pursed, with a little disgust, "I won't eat it." ”

She stood up, and didn't say that she was going to see the studio, but went back to the house.

How could Song Yu let her leave like this.

"Don't go up and lie down, sit down and eat first."

Wen Cha sat noncommittally on the chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the night outside.

It is usually the fixed location of Song Yu, and it is there to read newspapers and books in the morning.

The housekeeper opened his mouth and wanted to go up to remind her, but Song Yu glanced at him, his cold gaze was like looking at the enemy.

The butler was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he didn't dare to make another attempt, so he had to lower his voice and say, "Doctor Zhong is here."

"Let him in."

The man in a decent suit walked in quietly, said hello to Song Yu, and walked towards the warm tea by the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Is it Miss Gu?"

He interrupted the girl's contemplation softly, Wen Cha looked back, he stretched out his hand, smiled and said, "Hello, I am a friend of Mr. Song, Zhong Lang."

He has a very clean smell on his body, his ten fingers are slender, and his eyebrows are clear, which gives a good impression.

Wen Cha stretched out his hand and touched his fingers, "Hello, I'm Gu Cha." ”

"I know." Zhong Lang smiled and sat down not far from her, "Mr. Song, you are often mentioned to me." ”

Wen Cha withdrew her hand, without too much expression on her face, as if she was not curious about what Song Yu had mentioned about her.

Zhong Lang was not angry, "You are the same as I imagined." ”

Wen Cha raised his eyes, he stretched out his finger and pointed to his head, "In my impression, you are such a quiet girl." ”

This sounds like a flirtatious girl, but in fact, it ......

"Mr. Song said, if you are not happy today, let me make you happy, do you know what I do?"

Wen Cha's gaze stopped on his face, clean hands, kind eyes, like the temperament of a spring breeze......

"You're, doctor?"

Zhong Lang praised: "Miss Gu is very smart."

Wen Cha frowned: "I'm not sick."

"I know."

Zhong Lang chuckled and observed her for a moment: "Mr. Song, I just don't worry about you, let me come over and have a look."

Wen Cha's brows twisted even tighter, and she almost reflexively resisted all the doctors, "I'm fine, I don't need you to see it." ”

"Miss Gu, don't be excited."

Zhong Lang reached out and pressed her shoulder, "I just want to chat with Miss Gu, like a friend." ”

"I don't want to talk to you."

Her non-cooperation made Zhong Lang touch his nose, "I'm so unpopular?" ”

Wen Cha turned his head, his pale face was as cold as frost and snow, "I'm not sick." ”

"Miss Gu is really no problem except for qi deficiency and weakness, I will prescribe a few doses of medicine to Mr. Song, so that he can help you recuperate."

Wen Cha pursed her lips and no longer had any communication with him.

Zhong Lang was not annoyed: "I heard Mr. Song say that Miss Gu likes to draw and has a good talent, I happen to be a little interested in this aspect, I don't know if I can see Miss Gu's paintings?"

Wen Cha reached out and picked at the sofa under him, lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No." ”

Zhong Lang was not embarrassed, and his good quality made him maintain a smile on his face, "Then I have to wait for Miss Gu to be in a good mood before requesting." ”

After that, he swept his peripheral vision to Song Yu, who had been watching this side, and the man was casually flipping through financial magazines in the living room, seemingly calm, but in fact the books were about to be torn by him.

Zhong Lang stood up with a smile, took out a business card from his bag and stuffed it into Wen Cha's hand, "Although Miss Gu is not in serious physical condition, I think this thing will help Miss Gu a little." ”

He was about to say something goodbye, when a servant with a swaggered look suddenly rushed in from outside, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted anxiously: "Miss! Miss, she fainted in the garden! ”

As a doctor, Zhong Lang's complexion changed, and he patted Wen Cha's shoulder gently: "The phone on the business card is the phone number of a junior in my family, he is now studying in A University, specializing in psychology, and has made great achievements in this area, if Miss Gu is interested, you can call and invite him out for an exchange."

With that, he went out with the servant in a hurry.

Wen Cha rubbed the sharp edges of the business card, held it in his sleeve, and turned to go upstairs.

Song Yu put down the magazine and stopped her in a deep voice: "What did Doctor Zhong say?"

There was a little anger in his always gentle tone, and when she was talking and laughing with another man, he knew that there was innocence between the two, but he was still unhappy.

Wen Cha was a little surprised, he didn't look at Song Tianjiao who was dying, but he was more irritable.

"I'm fine, I'm not sick."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "After that, eat well and don't be picky." ”