The Adventures of My All-Rounder Wife

Chapter 1: The least victim-like victim

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Wucheng, September.

Located in the independent small building at the end of the alley, a unique psychological treatment is being carried out.

Lu Mian just sat on the sofa so casually, with her index finger wrapped around her broken hair, and looked across with a slight smile.

She took a sip of water, put down the glass, and picked up the pen on the table.

Ordinary ballpoint pens, as if they were alive, passed around her slender and white fingers one by one, entwined round after round.

"Let's begin." She said lightly.

The young man on the opposite side laughed, why did he feel that his identity had been reversed.

Obviously he is the psychiatrist, but he is dominated by the patients.

Immediately, he looked down at the case in his hand.

[Lu Mian, female, 19 years old, the last victim of the aorb kidnapping case, was rescued safely half a month ago.]

He had already memorized this information by heart.

but-

It is hard to imagine that this calm and nonchalant girl in front of her is the victim herself.

"Lu Mian, can we chat like friends? Your family members are very worried about you, and they hope to know more about you through me."

Lu Mian lacked interest, she kept turning the pen with her right hand, but her left hand was so bored that she took out her phone to pass the time.

Doing other things with one mind and two minds, I still don't forget to blink my eyes at the opposite side occasionally, and the small red mole looming on the cartilage of the left ear is cold, beautiful and flirtatious.

But in the depths of those calm and smiling eyes, there is no warmth, only stained with the uninhibited and evil spirit of Laozi Moba.

Psychiatrist Ye Jinwen frowned slightly.

This is definitely the second such unapproachable person he has met!

The first, of course, is…

Far away.

Ye Jinwen remained patient and continued to conquer unilaterally.

"Can you tell me what happened during the two years you were kidnapped?"

"I forgot."

"Then do you still remember the mysterious man who rescued you? Do you know that man?"

"do not know."

"What do you think of your parents and sister?"

"fine."

"..." Ye Jinwen felt that he had encountered a bottleneck in his psychotherapy career.

The patient was not in a hurry, but he was so irritable that he couldn't sit still.

This is already the fourth treatment!

These are the answers every time!

No matter how he tried to explain, she remained unwavering, and there was no trace of lying from her expression.

But his intuition told him that even if Lu Mian is not a ptsd patient, there is definitely something wrong!

He couldn't help thinking of what Lu Mian's mother told him: Lu Mian has been a liar since she was a child, so don't believe her words!

Could it be that strong means are needed to make her tell the truth...

Time passed quickly.

After Lu Mian finished the twentieth round of the game, he also stood up from the sofa.

The good-looking brows and eyes with a smile swept across the surveillance camera, and returned the ballpoint pen to Ye Jinwen.

It's like completing a certain task, the treatment time is over, and she should go.

"Lu Mian!"

Ye Jinwen hastily caught up with her two steps, and blurted out to her slender and cold back: "I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to help you!"

Lu Mian turned her head, and a "huh" came out of her mouth, and she smiled without any scruples.

"Doctor Ye, aren't you tired of pretending to care about your patients?"

"..." Talking is too choking!

Ye Jinwen returned to the office next door with a sense of frustration.

The moment he opened the door, he saw the pleasing picture on the high-definition sofa, and his mood immediately improved a lot.

A man was sitting on the sofa, with his knees propped up on one hand, leaning over to watch the surveillance screen on the coffee table.

Because of the movement of leaning over, the neckline of the gray shirt was slightly opened, revealing a piece of cold white skin.

On the top is the perfect profile that looks gentle, but is actually so cold that no one dares to look directly at it.

And the icy eyes under the pair of gold-rimmed glasses were staring at the surveillance screen attentively and patiently.

The place where the screen is locked is Lu Mian.

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