Mengya waved to her lazily, "Bye~"
When she walked away, Mengya pouted and sighed, "Oh, the boss seems to have been taken care of by a big man, a private psychiatrist for a year, how much does it cost? Well, Xiaoyu, you say!"
Jiang Xiaoyu grabbed his chin, tangled, "I don't know, maybe it's expensive?"
"Ugh!"
The two sighed in unison.
"The boss is so fateful, the pervert king will never harass her in the future, it's just a pity!"
I will definitely harass the two of them in the future, heartbroken!
Su Kui dragged his suitcase into the hall, and when he saw that the hall was full of mess, he couldn't help frowning.
How often is he anxious
"Uncle Chu, what's the situation?" She raised her eyelashes and glanced upstairs with a complicated expression. The room at the end of the left corner was still open with a slit, dark, and no light was visible.
Butler Chu sighed, "As soon as the young master woke up in the morning, he sat in the living room and waited for you. As a result, he didn't wait until you came. He listened to Miss Mu's instructions and strictly controlled his medicine. This is..."
Su Kui understands that Song Heng's problem is not small now. All kinds of mental illnesses are integrated, and he is dependent on anti-depressant tranquilizers. Now that he has not collapsed, Su Kui feels admired.
She handed the salute to Uncle Chu and whispered: "I'll go up and take a look. Please help Uncle Chu to sort it out for me first."
Uncle Chu quickly nodded his head and agreed, Su Kui thanked him, and stepped on the mess again upstairs. Looking down from the upper floor, Su Kui sighed. In this villa, I don't know how many sets of furniture I have to change in a year.
The door was pushed open silently, and everything seemed to be back to yesterday. The boy bent his knees, put his hands around his knees, and buried his head tightly on his knees. The whole body exuded a gloomy and depressed breath.
Su Kui stepped forward and opened the curtains with a brush, and the dazzling and welcoming sunlight immediately reflected in. She opened the window again, and fresh air poured in, blowing away the haze in the room.
Finally, Su Kui squatted down in front of the young man, "Are you angry? Young master?"
She yelled a few words softly, the young man seemed to be asleep, without even mood swings, sitting quietly, just ignoring her.
Su Kui gave a squeak in his heart, cupped his face with both hands, and in the next moment, he was stunned on the spot.
He cried-
"Little Master..." She opened her lips, and the next moment, her hand was severely thrown away.
The young man pressed his thin, pale lips tightly, looked away, and refused to look at her.
"Sorry, I'm packing my luggage and working on the studio, so I'm late, there is no next time, okay?"
Su Kui shook his little fingers, as if acting like a baby, with a soft and low voice, "Really, we are friends, forgive me this time, how about?"
He finally turned his head and glanced at her slowly, with dissatisfaction and grievance in his eyes, as if accusing her: He clearly said that he would come, why didn't he come.
His psychology is really too fragile. Once he is dependent on someone, then it is impossible to let go.
Su Kui can basically guess that even if Song Heng's mother loves him no more, when he goes crazy and the appearance of the six relatives does not recognize it appears in front of everyone, no matter how well controlled it is, once it shows a little bit of fear.
So at this point, he will be guarded to the end, no matter how he makes up for it afterwards, he can no longer restore his heart.
"Shook your head or nodded, if you didn't respond, then forgive me?"
Su Kui stood up and stretched out her hand, "Get up, it's fine weather, how about we go out for a stroll? I see the roses in the rose garden bloom very well."