I don't know if it's psychological or not.
He hasn't eaten for the past three days and doesn't feel hungry, just sleepy.
Now the psychological burden is suddenly gone, and after knowing that he may not be charged with the crime of drinking and having sex, he feels top-heavy, his chest is hungry and his back is hungry, and the more he eats, the hungrier he gets.
Zhuang Xianwang calmed him down temporarily, let the housekeeper watch over him, and hid outside to call Tang Li while he was eating.
"What's the matter? I'm in a meeting..."
Tang Li was halfway through speaking, but was interrupted by Zhuang Xian sharply: "What kind of meeting is there, my son is almost gone! Come to Fengmo's villa right now."
His wife has always been very measured in doing things. Seeing her so excited, Tang Li couldn't help worrying: "What's wrong with Feng Mo?"
Without saying a word, Zhuang Xian couldn't help crying.
She was really frightened by Tang Fengmo before.
As soon as Tang Li heard her choking, he knew that the matter was serious, so he handed over the meeting to his eldest son, and hurried to Tang Fengmo's villa.
As soon as he got in the car, Zhuang Xian called again and asked him to bring a psychiatrist.
What's happening here
Tang Li couldn't help feeling uneasy, because he couldn't explain clearly on the phone for a while, so he had to ask his special assistant to contact a psychiatrist immediately to take him to Tang Fengmo's villa.
...
Tang Fengmo still felt weak after eating, and his legs were weak.
Looking at his mother sitting across from him "staring at him", he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Don't look at me like that? It's scary. It was my fault before, so you just thought I was crazy. But I'm normal now, so don't stare at me like that."
As he said, he was about to go out.
But he had no strength, and knew that he could not drive now, so he called Ding Chen and asked him to come pick him up.
But who knew, Zhuang Xian refused to agree, saying that he was not allowed to go out.
Tang Fengmo said helplessly, "Mom, don't you worry about Ding Chen following me?"
"You're so drunk, you haven't eaten for a few days, what are you doing in a hurry to go out now? Rest at home for a day, and you have to wait until tomorrow to do anything else!" Zhuang Xian didn't dare to say that she called a psychiatrist to come and see him later , I was afraid that he would have a rebellious mentality, so I ran away.
Tang Fengmo was helpless, because he also knew that he had indeed frightened her just now, so he just followed her at this time, and he was not in a hurry for a day or two anyway.
Who knows, not long after, Tang Li came.
Tang Fengmo suddenly became nervous, thinking that Tang Li would step forward and slap himself because of his previous behavior, and then ask a monk to take off his skin, but who knows, Tang Li didn't do anything, didn't say anything, and walked in the door , just stood in front of him, frowning and looking at him.
It's like looking at a very difficult contract.
"...Dad." Tang Fengmo called out guilty and uneasy.
Who knew that when he opened his mouth, Tang Li frowned even tighter, and Tang Fengmo was so frightened that he looked at Zhuang Xian bewilderedly asking for help.
But in the end Tang Li didn't say anything, he just turned his gaze a few times around his obviously haggard face, and then fell on his bandaged hands, sitting on the sofa, hesitant to speak but unable to speak. Unbelievable look.
Anyway, in Tang Fengmo's eyes, it was extremely entangled.
He didn't know what happened to Tang Li, the tyrant, who used to punish him if he disagreed with him, but why he hesitated today.
What's the matter with you, why don't you just go up and beat him up
How could Tang Fengmo know what Tang Li was thinking.
He didn't quite believe that his youngest son, who had been disobedient since he was a child, and would be lazy and slippery, would suffer from mental illness.
But Tang Fengmo's complexion was too ugly at this time, and his hand was still injured, coupled with the incoherent words that Zhuang Xian had said to him excitedly before, he was a little uncertain.
The son who was beaten by him since he was a child wants to commit suicide
Tang Li couldn't accept this matter.
Tang Fengmo didn't know what the two of them were thinking, and it was not good for him to leave them here and go back to his room to rest, so he had to rest on the sofa, wondering why they hadn't left yet.
In this way, there was a strange silence in Tang Fengmo's villa, until Tang Li's special assistant brought the psychiatrist over.
Tang Fengmo didn't know it was a psychiatrist at first, but it was really sick for a stranger on the other side to insist on talking to him.
He didn't bother to answer, and the other party handed him a piece of paper, and he couldn't calm down when he saw the content on it.
He saw this thing when Wang Ru took care of Qi Tong.
"Are you a psychiatrist?" Tang Feng stood up abruptly, looking at Zhuang Xian and Tang Li in disbelief: "You think I'm suffering from depression?"
When he looked at the two people opposite him who were silent and still looked distressed and sympathetic, he knew that they really thought so.
"You two are sick! Don't you think I'm going to commit suicide? Damn, I'm very normal, you two are sick!"
Originally, Tang Li was a little worried about him, but when he heard his nonsense, he couldn't help but want to slap him.
Tang Fengmo was used to being beaten since he was a child, so he quickly turned over from the sofa, backed up again and again, hid, and said stubbornly: "What are you doing! Gentlemen use their mouths but don't move them. You are already sick. How can parents expect their sons to commit suicide? Yes, am I your own?"
Seeing Tang Li angrily grabbing the fruit plate on the table and trying to hit him, he hurried up the stairs.
...
According to the psychiatrist, there was nothing wrong with Tang Fengmo.
After receiving the guarantee from the psychiatrist, Zhuang Xian realized that it was a false alarm.
Looking at the resentful eyes of her husband and son, she also felt a little embarrassed, maybe it was her fault!
Who wouldn't be worried when he saw his son slumped to such a half-dead state, bloodied his fists and suddenly smiled happily like a fool
She almost thought he was crazy at the time.
So, she stared at Tang Fengmo confidently again: "Is this my fault? It's not you, this crazy person, what's going on!"
"Who is crazy? Am I just a little bit decadent? You think I'm going to commit suicide!" He pointed to himself: "I, who am I, Tang Fengmo! Am I, Tang Fengmo, a person who will commit suicide?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt speechless, how could he, Tang Fengmo, do such a womanly thing as suicide.
Even if he was really desperate at the time, he would not choose to commit suicide.
If he died, wouldn't it be equivalent to automatically surrendering Gu Ning to other men
Oh, he's not that stupid.
Even if he had no hope, he would keep pestering her.
Anyway, his wife would not give it up to others.
Tang Lizai, who was speechless until now, saw that his wife was really embarrassed, so he uttered a voice to relieve her, and looked coldly at this son who never made him worry: "You still gave me a slap in the face!" ! Then you say you are a big man, why are you decadent, look at your half-dead face, what is going on?"