Chapter 53 Do you see a psychiatrist regularly?

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"stop."

Li Yunzheng's voice suddenly sounded.

Gu Mingyan looked a little impatient, stopped with a cold face, and looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

Li Yunzheng frowned slightly. Her reaction today was different from what he expected.

He thought that after what happened last night, Gu Mingyan's attitude towards him would change.

But she still looked the same as before.

She didn't look at him, didn't pay attention to him, and didn't cast an extra glance on him.

"You haven't finished your breakfast yet." Li Yunzheng pointed to her position, "Come here and eat your breakfast first. After that, I will take you to school."

"I'm full. You don't need to send me off. Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll leave."

Before Li Yunzheng could say anything, Gu Mingyan walked out.

She walked very fast, fearing that if she walked slower, he would really take her to school.

Li Yunzheng's face darkened.

When he looked up, he found Li Minglang looking at him with strange eyes.

Li Yunzheng poured himself coffee, drank it slowly, and then asked: "What's wrong?"

Li Minglang immediately looked away, as if he was afraid of making eye contact with him, and did not look at him. He just said: "It's okay."

Li Yunzheng narrowed his eyes: "What happened?"

"It's okay, just eat your breakfast and don't talk to me."

Li Yunzheng: "..."

Zhang Ma brought out the freshly cooked steak. Li Yunzheng picked up the knife and cut it into small pieces, then looked at Li Minglang, "Gu Mingyan just asked you to think carefully. What should you think carefully about?"

Li Minglang was drinking coffee with his head down. When he heard him talking, he couldn't bear it anymore. He looked up at him and said, "Really, don't talk to me..."

Li Yunzheng laughed angrily at him: "Li Minglang, do you want to fight, or something else?"

Keep telling him to be silent, he is not mute.

And what kind of look is that, it makes me angry when I see it.

"I can't hear you right now, and I don't want to see your face, because I feel so uncomfortable."

As soon as he saw his face and heard his voice, he thought of those ridiculous dreams Gu Mingyan had said last night.

What about seizure, chains, imprisonment...

Li Minglang really couldn't imagine what it would be like when Li Yunzheng did these things to Gu Mingyan...

It was so fucking explosive!

Some dark scenes appeared uncontrollably in his mind, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Li Yunzheng was expressionless, looking at Li Minglang as if he were a fool: "Are you sick? Why are you so uncomfortable talking to me?"

Li Minglang lowered his head to drink coffee. He didn't want to talk anymore, so he just waved his hand and said, "Eat the food, eat the food."

Eat shit!

This old boy's reaction was so wrong.

There was also Gu Mingyan. When he came down, they were mumbling about something.

Li Yunzheng looked at him coldly: "Li Minglang, I'll give you one minute to explain the matter clearly."

Yo hey.

He even threatened him.

Li Minglang put down the cup in his hand and looked over, but saw Li Yunzheng's cold and sinister eyes.

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

He never believed that Li Yunzheng would do such a dehumanizing thing as Gu Mingyan said.

But looking at his appearance at this time, his eyes suddenly overlapped with those of his childhood, as well as the things he experienced before he was 10 years old...

Li Minglang's heart couldn't stop sinking, and he became serious: "After our mother passed away, did you still see a psychiatrist regularly?"

Li Yunzheng froze, his hand holding the fork suddenly tightened, and then relaxed again.

He poked the meat on the plate casually with his fork: "Li Minglang, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Li Minglang smiled slightly, "As a brother, I care about you."

Li Yunzheng pursed his lips, suddenly threw his fork away, stood up and left.

Looking at his leaving figure, Li Minglang sighed.

The phone rang. It was the assistant calling, asking when he would arrive at the company. Li Minglang lost his appetite, got up and left.

When he arrived at the company, he held a two-hour cross-country meeting. After returning to the office, his assistant came in with a large stack of documents for him to sign.

By the way, I will report on my afternoon trip.

Li Minglang was signing and listening, and suddenly thought of Gu Mingyan's words, he asked abruptly: "Xiao Zhao, what do you think of precognitive dreams?"

The assistant was stunned: "What do you mean, Mr. Li, I don't understand."

"Someone told me that she had a dream that was very realistic and she thought everything in the dream would happen."

"...I think it's because that person is under too much pressure, so he thinks about it day by day and dreams about it at night."

Li Minglang frowned: "Is that so? But the other party swore to tell me that the content in the dream will definitely happen in the future. She should have no mental problems, and there is no reason to lie to me. Do you really have this kind of thing? Do you do it? Can dreams come true?”

This question was beyond the assistant's knowledge. "Well, I think the world is so big and full of wonders. Maybe the other person can really predict some things in the future from his dreams, just like what is written in novels."

Li Mingliang became interested, "Why do you write such things in a novel?"

"Yes, there are many, but not too many types. If it is a fantasy novel, the protagonist will have the ability to predict skills. If it is a rebirth novel, the protagonist will describe everything he experienced in his previous life as what happened in his dream... …”

The assistant's chat box opened up and he started talking endlessly.

The more Li Minglang listened, the more unreliable he felt. He interrupted with a black line in his head: "Okay, what are they all? From now on, read less novels and more classics, improve your sentiments and less fantasy."

The assistant thought to himself, it’s obviously you who insisted on asking me.

**

After Gu Mingyan left the dining table, he went to find Fang Chuchu's mother.

Last night, Lao Huang told Fang's mother the news that Fang Chuchu was hospitalized. She will definitely go to the hospital to see her daughter today.

Gu Mingyan thought that she wanted to go too, so why not go with Fang's mother.

She sent a message to Yao Linlin, asked for leave, and took Fang's mother to the hospital in Lao Huang's car.

In the ward, Fang Chuchu was already awake.

When Gu Mingyan and Fang's mother went in, Fang Chuchu was lying on the hospital bed in a daze. She was startled when she heard the door open, with fear in her eyes.

"Chuchu!" Mother Fang sat down beside the hospital bed and touched her daughter's face distressedly, "Are you feeling better?"

"mom……"

Fang Chuchu was stunned for a moment, then tears fell, "Why are you here?"

"You fainted and went to the hospital due to hypoglycemia. How could I not come? Have you had breakfast? Mom made your favorite xiaolongbao."

Mother Fang smiled and helped Fang Chuchu up, "Why are you still crying? You're such a big girl, stop crying."

Fang Chuchu wiped away her tears, "Who told you that I had hypoglycemia?"

"Isn't it?" Mother Fang turned to look at Gu Mingyan, "Didn't you and Lao Huang both say that Chuchu fainted due to hypoglycemia and fell down? The doctor was afraid that she had a concussion and asked her to stay in the hospital for observation overnight..."

Fang Chuchu understood. In order not to worry her mother, they lied, nodded and said: "Yes, I have hypoglycemia...Mom, why are there only xiaolongbao and no soy milk?"

"This is not because I rushed to see you and forgot to make something, so you just eat it."

Gu Mingyan, who was standing at the door, said, "Auntie, there is a soy milk seller at the entrance of the hospital. Since Chu Chu wants to drink it, go and buy her a drink."

"Okay, then you stay with Chu Chu, I'll be back soon."

After sending Mother Fang away, Gu Mingyan closed the ward door and came to the bedside, "How are you?"