Chapter 11: Don't hide from mental illness
Chapter 11 Psychological Disorders, Don’t Avoid Medical Disorders
Wang Jiangnan Road in a quiet alley, the black Phaeton slowly stopped.
Qiao Nian took off his seat belt, picked up his bag, and said to the man in the driving seat, "Thank you."
Ye Wangchuan's lower jaw slightly raised, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the side of the car window, the string of brown beads on his wrist wrapped around his white wrist, as if confined to a languid head. lion. He glanced at the door on the side of the road, didn't see what was special about this place, and said, "Would you like me to accompany you in?"
Qiao thought about it and didn't want to refuse; "No, I can go in by myself."
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
Qiao Nian couldn't wait to get rid of him, closed the car door, waved to him, and said, "Brother Ye, I'm going in."
"Yep."
Ye Wangchuan watched her walk into the two-story small white western-style building familiarly, and took out her mobile phone while sitting in the driver’s seat.
He has lived in Beijing for a long time, but he knows the price of land around the city.
The house Qiao Nian just entered is located in a prime area in the south of the city. Any facade in this commercial area can be expensive, and the price of a place like this kind of detached house similar to a private studio is even less likely to be cheap.
Jiang Li told him that Qiao Nian’s previous adoptive parents had a little money at home, but it was very bad for her, and even a better school was reluctant to let her go to school.
How could she know such a place? Even seems to come often?
He took a picture of the small white mansion.
Soon, news came back.
【Here I know! A psychology clinic on Wangjiang Road, the doctor is notoriously difficult to make appointments! The charged price is also expensive. Grandpa, are you... uncomfortable? If you are mentally ill, don't avoid it! 】
【Get off. 】
Ye Wangchuan finished the message with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the girl who had already entered the door.
Psychological clinic?
expensive?
Qiao Nian's information he had read, and it was unremarkable, but after contacting her, she was nothing like what was written in the information.
He was about to reply to the message, when suddenly, the phone screen lit up the caller ID.
Ye Wangchuan picked up the phone, his voice was low and hoarse: "What's the matter?"
"Lord, little master, little master is gone!"
His face sank sharply, his jaw line was tense like a knife, and he didn't want to go to the psychology clinic anymore. He suddenly started the car, turned the steering wheel, and said to the person on the other end: "Where are you?"
The black car is gone—
(End of this chapter)