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Mengya lazily waved with her, "Bye ~"

When she went away, Meng Ya sighed, "Alas, the boss seems to be adopted by a big man. A year of private psychologist, how much does it cost? Well, Xiaoyu, you say!"

Jiang Xiaoyu stuck his chin and tangled, "I don't know, probably expensive?"

"Ugh!"

The two sighed in unison.

"The boss is so lucky, that the pervert king will not come to harass her in the future, just a pity!"

I will definitely harass the two of them in the future.

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Su Ku dragged his suitcase into the hall, and when he saw the hall was full of mess, he could not help frowning.

Is his fretful frequency so high?

"Chu Bo, what's the matter?" She raised her eyelashes and glanced upstairs with a complex look. The room at the end of the left corner still had a slit in it, dark, and there was no light at all.

The steward Chu Bo sighed, "Young Master woke up in the morning and sat in the living room waiting for you. As a result, he didn't wait until you came, and listened to Miss Mu's instructions, and strictly controlled his medicine, so ..."

Su Kui understands that Song Heng is not a big problem now. Various mental illnesses are all in one, and he is dependent on antidepressant sedative drugs. Now that his spirit has not collapsed, Su Kui feels admired.

She handed the salute to Uncle Chu, and said softly: "I'll go up and see, salute trouble uncle Chu to help me organize."

Chu Bo nodded quickly and promised, Su Kui thanked, stepped on the floor again upstairs, and looked down from the upper floor, Su Kui sighed, in this villa, I don't know how many sets of furniture to change in a year.

The door of the room was pushed open silently, and everything seemed to return to yesterday. The teenager bent his knees, put his hands around his knees, buried his head tightly on his knees, and exuded a gloomy and depressive atmosphere around him.

Su Kui stepped forward, brushed and pulled open the curtains, and the bright, warm sunlight immediately reflected in. She pushed open the window again, and fresh air poured in, blowing away the haze.

Finally, Su Kui Cai squatted in front of the young man, "Is angry? Young Master?"

She whispered softly. The young man seemed to have fallen asleep, and even had no mood swings. Sitting quietly, she ignored her.

Su Kui groaned at the bottom of his heart and held his face with both hands. The next moment, he froze on the spot.

He cried--

"Little Master ..." She opened her lips, and at the next moment, her hands were thrown away.

The young man squeezed his thin lips lightly and looked away from her, refusing to look at her.

"Sorry, I have packed my luggage, and there are things in the studio, so I'm late, not next time, okay?"

Su Kui hooked his little finger and shook it, as if coquettish, and his voice was soft and soft, "Really, we are friends, forgive me this time, how?"

He finally looked back at her slowly, with dissatisfaction and grievances in his eyes, as if accusing her: he would come when he said yes, why didn't he come.

His psychology is really too fragile, once dependent on a person, then, it is impossible to let go.

Su Kui can basically guess that even if Song Heng ’s mother loves him any more, when he starts to go crazy, the appearance of the six relatives who do not recognize it appears to everyone, no matter how good the control is, once there is a little fear.

Then at this point, he must be guarded to the end, no matter how to make up afterwards, he can no longer restore his heart.

"Shake your head or nod, and don't respond, then forgive me?"

Su Kui stood up and reached out, "Get up, good weather, how about we go out for a stroll? I saw roses blooming well in the rose garden."