Chapter 869 The Truth Eight Years Ago! (17)

From the outside, Shen Liangchuan definitely didn't look sick.

He looks good and is in a good mood. He has such strong self-control that no one can tell whether he is asleep or not.

He only shows his vulnerability when there is no one around.

Qiao Lian clenched her fists when she thought of this.

The more he behaves like this, the more distressed she becomes.

She deliberately kept herself awake last night.

Just lie on the bed dryly until dawn.

The feeling that every minute and every second seems like a year is simply terrifying.

He only suffered from insomnia for one night, but he had been suffering from insomnia for more than half a month.

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Qiao Lian and Song Yuanxi agreed to meet at the psychiatrist's office at 5 p.m.

Qiao Lian ran over at four o'clock and waited outside the room for two hours, but Song Yuanxi still hadn't arrived.

The psychiatrist was a little worried: "Ms. Song, will you not come?"

Qiao Lian thought of something and clenched her fists.

Song Yuanxi hated her.

Therefore, she is willing to do anything that makes her uncomfortable.

In fact, she also knew that asking Song Yuanxi to help was a bit too much.

And now, will Song Yuanxi really not come here again?

Thinking of this, Qiao Lian picked up her phone and dialed Song Yuanxi's number. The call was quickly answered.

Qiao Lian breathed a sigh of relief, "Yuan Xi, where have you been?"

As soon as these words came out, a man's low laughter came from the other side: "I also want to know, where did she go?"

Qiao Lian was stunned, "Who are you?"

"According to her, I am her boyfriend."

Qiao Lian's eyes widened again, "Where is Song Yuanxi?"

"have no idea."

"Since you have her phone in your hand, why don't you know about it?"

"Oh, she ran away this morning."

Ran away?

Where did he go?

Qiao Lian was thinking when she heard a voice coming from the end of the corridor.

She turned around and saw Song Yuanxi striding over!

Qiao Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief and directly cut off the call.

Song Yuanxi's face was cold as she explained calmly, "Coming from the airport, there was a traffic jam."

Qiao Lian nodded to express her understanding.

Then, she pointed to the psychiatrist's office and said, "If you don't want to tell me what happened, please tell the psychiatrist, okay?"

Only when the doctor knows the crux of the problem can he prescribe the right medicine.

Song Yuanxi nodded when he heard this.

Qiao Lian was sitting outside the office.

She felt like there was a cat scratching her heart.

She really wanted to know what happened eight years ago, and how Mo Wuxin died.

But at this moment, she had to control herself.

Outside the door, I don’t know how long I waited, but the psychiatrist’s office door finally opened.

Qiao Lian stood up in confusion.

She stared at Song Yuanxi, "Has the matter come to an end?"

Song Yuanxi lowered her eyes, and then slowly spoke after a while: "Come in."

Qiao Lian frowned and followed Song Yuanxi into the psychiatrist's office.

The psychiatrist raised his glasses, pointed to the chair opposite, and nodded to Qiao Lian: "Please sit down."

Qiao Lian sat down and said, "Doctor, have you found the crux of the disease?"

The doctor nodded, "Found it."

Qiao Lian looked at her steadily, "So, what should we do now?"

When the doctor heard this, he frowned and looked at Song Yuanxi.

Then, the doctor stood up and said, "I'll go out for a while and you two can chat."