She is still so glamorous, three years have passed, Wen Zhixia is still the same Wen Zhixia who can humble her gloom to the bone just standing there quietly.

Zhao Fuhe thinks it's really unfair, why is it that with the same background, she Wen Zhixia is not more outstanding than her own family background, why is she always so lucky, always high, always noble like a celebrity who came out of a wealthy family, and the man who trampled herself into the dust will say the sentence "She is Wen Zhixia".

Why?

Why didn't Wen Zhixia obviously do anything, but just climbed up to Gu Pingsheng, and she could have a smooth journey, and she still couldn't get rid of the fate of being toyed with in the end?!

Why do they obviously have the same ordinary family background, were admitted to the same university, and even graduated from the same major, and they didn't get a few fewer scholarships than her, but in the end, they are so different? !

What is she that is not as good as her?!

Although the frivolous man had drunk, he still kept his senses, and when he heard the warning voice of his companion, he knew that the woman in front of him had some origins, and it was not something they could take advantage of at will.

"Wen Zhixia!"

Zhao Fuhe looked at Wen Zhixia, who was about to leave, and suddenly stood up with his body propped up, and shouted loudly.

Wen Zhixia turned his cheek slightly.

"You don't want to know what's going on in the last few years? Help me, I'll tell you everything you want to know. I don't know if it's because I'm too eager or for some other reason, when Zhao Fuhe said this, he was a little slurred.

Wen Zhixia turned around, the man on the side naturally didn't want to play with the woman in Xingtou, so he was taken away by someone in disappointment, after Zhao Fuhe spoke, he suddenly pulled her hair and pressed her face against the wall, "Want to go? Lao Tzu spent so much money to take you out to play, and if you didn't serve us well, you won't be able to go anywhere." ”

Zhao Fuhe couldn't break free, so he put the only hope of breaking free from this quagmire on Wen Zhixia's body: "Wen Zhixia, don't you really want to know what happened back then? You save me, you save me, I will tell you everything!"

The two men looked at each other, pushed and dragged her, and carried her into the box.

Zhao Fuhe kept struggling and shouting Wen Zhixia's name.

But Wen Zhixia didn't say anything, didn't even ask anything, and turned around and left directly.

She didn't ignore the hostility in Zhao Fuhe's eyes when she looked at her, even more than three years ago, Wen Zhixia didn't think that she had the so-called truth in her mouth, and ...... Why should she save?

Zhao Fuhe really regarded her as a virgin with no temper?

She doesn't fall into the trap and remediate her, which is already the greatest tolerance.

"Wen Zhixia!"

"Ah, Wen Zhixia!!hmm, hmm......"

No matter how Zhao Fuhe shouted, Wen Zhixia had no intention of stopping.

In the box, in Zhao Fuhe's struggle just now, the skin and flesh on the back of his hand were grabbed by her, and he angrily pressed her to the ground and slapped her a few times, cursing while beating: "Fuck, it's just a bitch who serves men, Lao Tzu spends money just to be happy, not to see your dead and immortal virtue, shameless!"

The man's hand was very strong, and after a few slaps, Zhao Fuhe's face was so red and swollen that he couldn't see his original face, and his ears were buzzing.

She clenched her palms tightly, her teeth clenched, and she soon tasted blood.

"Sister Wen, why have you been there for so long?" Hua Qianjiao was about to call Wen Zhixia, and when she saw her going and returning, she put her phone away.

Wen Zhixia: "I met an acquaintance. ”

Hua Qianjiao raised her eyes and looked at her, "Do you want to come and sit together?"

"It's not a good relationship. Wen Zhixia said lightly.

Hua Qianjiao didn't ask anything more when she heard this, she felt from the bottom of her heart that most of the people who could have a bad relationship with Wen Zhixia were not good people.

When the two of them checked out and were about to leave, they saw an advertisement in the elevator, which was a promotional video of a certain sea view.

The men and women in the photo stand on the deck of the cruise ship hugging and kissing, the sea breeze is blowing, the skirts are fluttering, and the sea and sky are the same in the distance, no matter how they look extraordinarily warm and romantic.

But Hua Qianjiao looked at the promotional video played above, but her face suddenly turned pale, and a fragmented picture flashed in her mind, and the squeezing sea water around her submerged her completely.

She saw many figures standing on the deck, and she desperately called for help, but no one came to save her, allowing her to sink in despair.

"Ding—"

When the elevator arrived at the underground parking garage, Wen Zhixia walked out, but he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Hua Qianjiao slowly squatting down with the elevator.

Wen Zhixia's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand to support her: "Jiaojiao, what's wrong?"

Hua Qianjiao pressed her head, her face pale and painful: "Sister Wen, my head, my head hurts so much." ”

"It's okay, I'll take you to the hospital, it's okay, don't worry, go, I'll help you." Wen Zhixia helped her out of the elevator.

"Drip, drip, drip. ”

Opening the car door, Wen Zhixia helped her to the back seat so that she could lie down, and walked to the front to drive by herself.

When Wen Zhixia helped Hua Qianjiao towards the hospital hall, Yu Guang saw two familiar figures, one large and one small, and the two disappeared around the corner in a blink of an eye, she retracted her gaze and did not stop too much.

With the help of the nurse, Wen Zhixia sent Hua Qianjiao to the emergency room.

While standing outside the door and waiting for the result, Wen Zhixia's gaze looked in the direction he had just entered the door again.

There it is – psychiatry.

Gu Pingsheng stood outside the glass door, looking at Gu Youzhi who was obediently sitting on the chair, the psychiatrist was inquiring while recording, his expression was kind and kind, in order to let Gu Youzhi let down his guard and vigilance, he walked to the middle of the sand table and wanted to interact with him, but the little guy was standing there, no matter what he asked, he refused to speak.

When the psychiatrist smiled and wanted to build blocks with him, the little guy walked to a small table next to him without saying a word, picked up the paintbrush on it, and began to draw quietly.

The psychiatrist did not stop him, on the contrary, he would encourage him from time to time, and there were many toys and ornaments in the room that children would like, which were all auxiliary tools used to show the child's heart.

Gu Youzhi has a talent for painting, and such a small child's fleshy little hand can depict the scene in his mind.

It's a woman and a child on a table drawing.

The psychiatrist looked at the painting, then at Gu Youzhi, and didn't bother him, but after taking a few photos, he came out and found Gu Pingsheng.

"Mr. Gu, I don't know, what is the relationship between the woman in the painting and the child?" the psychiatrist took the photo to Gu Pingsheng and asked.

Gu Pingsheng saw at a glance who the woman in the photo was, and his face became a little complicated: "Yes...... Yuyuki's mother. ”

The psychiatrist paused and analyzed the painting: "The child should be very fond of his mother, and he deliberately put a small red flower on her head, and both of them in the painting are smiling, which is not the same as the alienation and indifference shown by the child in reality...... I suggest that if you want to improve your child's condition, you can let him stay with his mother often, and that a healthy and happy family is more effective for the child than any external treatment. ”

Gu Pingsheng's deep eyes passed through the window and looked at Gu Youzhi who was lying on the table and drawing, "He really likes it." ”

The door to the emergency room opens.

Hua Qianjiao came out of it, and Wen Zhixia asked the doctor about the situation.

“...... Selective amnesia is a stress response to external stimuli, suggesting that her lost memories are showing signs of loosening and recovery. ”

Hearing that Hua Qianjiao was fine, Wen Zhixia relieved herself, and the two sat down on the chairs next to her, "What do you remember?"

Hua Qianjiao frowned: "I can't see clearly, I seem to see two people kissing, and then someone pushed me off the deck, and then a lot of people came, I shouted for help, but no one came to save me......"

"You mean, it was a man and a woman who pushed you down?" Wen Zhixia asked.

Hua Qianjiao couldn't say it clearly, and her memories were sporadic and broken.

"It was Qing Qi who took you on the boat that day, and when we heard the news and rushed over, Qing Qi was standing next to Lin Huiqian. Wen Zhixia said.

Hua Qianjiao, who was pinching her forehead, paused her fingers slightly: "You also suspect that it's them?"

The implication of this is that she has the same suspicions.

Wen Zhixia: "Since you publicly announced the dissolution of the marriage contract with Qing Qi, his life has not been easy, if it is really done by these two people, without a smooth life, they themselves will complain about each other and show their feet." ”

The two walked outside as they spoke, and when they went down the stairs, Wen Zhixia's left hand remembered the sound of stumbling footsteps, and then, there was a cute little pendant on her leg.

Gu Youzhi hugged Wen Zhixia's legs affectionately, looked at her with her little head and round eyes, and when she lowered her head, she called her "numb" in a milky voice.

Wen Zhixia paused, thinking of the picture when he walked into the hospital just now, and subconsciously looked in the direction where he ran over.

There was a tall and tall man standing there, and the three words of psychiatry behind him were a little dazzling and eye-catching.

Gu Pingsheng walked over, holding the little guy's report in his hand, his voice was a little dry, and his expression was a little tired, and he said, "Xia Xia, you are sick." ”

Xiao Douding didn't know if he heard what his father said, so he just grabbed Wen Zhixia's hand with his little hand, took out a piece of candy from his pocket, put it in Wen Zhixia's palm, and grinned sweetly at her: "Ma Ma, eat sugar." ”