Chapter 232 Mental Illness

Song Jingwan raised her head and looked at Song Wenchuan angrily, "Brother, when you can pay attention to me a little bit, I will be unhappy too! I will be unhappy too! Who else do you think will bully me in school? Who else can Song Yaoya have?"

Song Wenchuan met her eyes and saw deep resentment in it.

The hand he was about to fall on her head stiffened, and it slowly dropped.

Song Wenchuan said: "Jing Wan, but most of your unhappiness stems from your slenderness. Maybe you can try to accept her, maybe it will be easier."

"Shit, accept her?"

Song Jingwan bit her lip and stubbornly refused to lower her head, "It's impossible!"

Having experienced such a thing in the resort, how can it be possible to live together in peace.

"Jingwan, you are all my sisters." Song Wenchuan sighed. He didn't understand. Song Jingwan had already been favored by her parents, but she was still domineering. He was not allowed to be an older brother, so she would give Song Yaoya some trivial things. attention.

Is the girl's jealousy so strong?

"Then brother, do you know what Song Yaoyao did to me today?"

Song Jingwan cried and opened her sleeves. There was a circle of bruises on her wrists. "She cut my hand and slammed my face against the wall! She pulled my hair again and forced me to kneel down! I saw my classmates, brother! Do you understand that feeling? Huh? I can’t wait to die!"

Song Wenchuan was surprised to find that when he heard these accusations, his heart was calm.

He was like a bystander, watching Song Jingwan crying coldly.

He and Song Jingwan grew up in the same family, but until now, he can't understand this girl. She seems to be crying irrationally, but in fact she will quietly look at his expression with her peripheral light.

"Don't cry first," he put his hand on her shoulder, softly comforting, "Why did you do something to you? Can I tell my brother the reason? If she is really wrong, Jingwan, I will stand. It's on your side."

Song Jingwan's back stiffened, and then she stopped crying in disbelief, and took two steps backwards with her eyes wide open, avoiding Song Wenchuan's comfort.

"Brother, don't you believe me?"

Song Wenchuan said: "I just want to know the cause of this incident."

"I don't want to say. When you asked this sentence, did you ever think how sad I was?" Song Jingwan's voice was cold, she wiped her tears severely, and opened the door to get into the car, "Go back. I'm tired."

"Jing Wan——"

Song Wenchuan squeezed her eyebrows and looked at her completely refusing to communicate with him, a little impetuous in her heart.

As the car drove onto the asphalt road, Song Wenchuan handed her a wet tissue, “wipe your face, it won’t be pretty if you cry.”

Song Jingwan took it, her eyelashes drooping, her eyes suddenly violent.

"Brother, can't you just be my brother?" she murmured.

"Jingwan, stop joking," Song Wenchuan frowned, "I know a very good psychiatrist. May I take you to see it?"

"Do you think I am mentally ill?! I am not sick! Why should I go to a psychiatrist!"

The girl's sharp voice sounded in the carriage. During this period of time, she suffered frequent injuries. On the contrary, it was Song Yaoyao's troubles in the school!

Song Jingwan was going crazy, she couldn't stop panic.

This is everything to her, she will never be taken away by Song Yao!

"I didn't mean that, I just think you might put too much pressure on yourself." Song Wenchuan pulled off his tie, not knowing how to explain it to her.

(End of this chapter)