Chapter 32: What he loves is Xiaoguang [Divorce Countdown: 18 Days]

Chapter 32: What he loves is Xiaoguang [Divorce Countdown: 18 Days]

After sitting up from Yan Jingxi's arms, Yuan Zhan knelt on the sofa and leaned back and forth at him, smiling until Yan Jingxi slowed down and stared at him.

Yuan Zhan stretched out his hand and hooked Yan Jingxi's chin, in a pose of a playful young master teasing a pretty girl: "Hey, it didn't hit too hard, it didn't swell up."

Yan Jingxi patted Yuan Wanqian's paw away: "I'll just rub it with medicinal oil." He got up and went to the medicine box.

Yuan Zhan just lay on the back of the sofa and watched him search, but Yan Jing searched and searched and didn't see it, and turned to look at Yuan Zhan, who was enjoying misfortune.

"Where is the medicine cabinet?"

"There." Yuan Zhan pointed to the small cabinet under the TV cabinet, "Would you like me to help you?"

Yan Jingxi actually hurt a lot from being hit. He was afraid that it would swell up tomorrow, so he wanted to refuse, but he finally nodded, "Alright." He thought that it might swell up tomorrow, and it wouldn't look good to others.

"Then come here, and I'll rub it for you." Yuan Zhan began to twist his neck, clasped his hands, and stretched forward to loosen his muscles.

Yan Jingxi: "..." What is he doing? Why is there an atmosphere of fighting with him, just rubbing his chin that may have been bruised.

Yuan Zhan's eyes shone with inexplicable light: "Come on."

Yan Jingxi hesitated whether to hand the ointment in his hand to him, feeling that it would be very painful next.

He grabbed the ointment from Yan Jingxi's hand, pushed him onto the sofa, and instructed him to lie down: "lie down, I'm going to start."

Yan Jingxi: "Okay, come on." There is a sense of urgency for heroic sacrifice.

Then, Yan Jingxi "enjoyed" Yuan Zhan's special service, and made a voice that he didn't even think was his own.

Yan Jingxi: "Well."

Yan Jingxi: "Hi."

Yan Jingxi: "Take it easy."

Yan Jingxi: "Slow down."

Yan Jingxi: "Hey!"

Yan Jingxi: "..." Gritting his teeth, he even ignored the fact that Yuan Zhan's breath was all around him.

Until Yuan Da's nurse finished rubbing, Yan Jingxi felt that he had lost half of his life.

"It's quite late, rest." Yan Jingxi said, clutching his jaw that hurt more than he just hit.

"Okay." Yuan Zhan readily agreed, jumped off the sofa and put on his slippers, "Good night."

The two went upstairs one after the other and went back to their rooms.

Yan Jingxi's jaw hurt so bad that he was rubbed to death by Yuan Zhan's five poisonous palms.

Yuan Zhan, who closed the door quickly, could hardly hold back his laughter. After entering the room, he buried his face in the pillow and laughed.

After a while, he got up and put the recording in the hall just now on his laptop, showing a charming smile.

How could Yan Jingxi believe that he would still rub the blood stasis, he wouldn't at all, I don't know what will happen tomorrow, it will be more miserable, probably.

Silent all night.

The distant morning bell rang, while Auntie was still cooking breakfast. Yuan Zhan's villa rang the doorbell, which was crisp and not harsh. After Yuan Zhan came, he turned the suppressed doorbell into the current light music, and the whole person felt much more comfortable.

Yuan Zhan yawned and went downstairs with the handrail of the stairs, but he didn't see Yan Jingxi who was sitting on the sofa reading newspapers or reading the morning news on weekdays.

Yuan Zhan stretched his waist: "Auntie, Yan Jingxi hasn't gotten up yet?"

Auntie stirred the freshly cooked white porridge: "I didn't see Mr. Yan coming down. Did you oversleep?"

Yuan Zhan also shook his head. The elders had long known that their husband and wife didn't have much affection between them when they stayed at home. From sleeping in separate rooms, it could be seen that their marriage was in name only, which was also embarrassing.

As soon as the two were talking, they heard footsteps in the stairwell, but the doorbell rang, and the aunt was busy, Yuan Zhan himself went to open the door. Tall man in an Armani shirt.

Although Yuan Zhan wasn't too tall, he wasn't too short either. The guest in front of him was a head taller than him, at least one meter ninety-five.

Yuan Zhan: "Who are you?"

Tall man: "Hello, I made an appointment with Mr. Yan to come over for an examination today. Are you Mr. Yan's lover?"

"Yes." It may not be "love" yet, but it will be soon, Yuan Zhan replied with a smile, "Please come in."

As soon as the tall man entered the room, he noticed Yan Jingxi wearing a mask, and his first reaction was whether he had a cold.

"Mr. Yan, do you have a cold?"

Yan Jingxi shook his head, looked at Yuan Zhan who shrugged innocently, and said to the tall man, "No, it's just that his face is not suitable for seeing people."

He briefly introduced the tall doctor to Yuan Zhan. His surname was Fu and Chu, and he was a well-known doctor in the industry. Which department Yan Jingxi did not dare to let Yuan Zhan know.

Yuan Zhan already had a way to deal with it. He didn't show any curiosity about dealing with Chu, but he enthusiastically asked if he had used breakfast.

Fu Chu said: "Not yet. I live far away from home. I want to miss the rush hour in the morning and go out early, so I don't have time to cook breakfast for myself."

Yuan Zhan said with emotion: "It's good that Dr. Fu can still get up and make breakfast."

The fact that Fu Chu didn't eat breakfast was planned. He discussed it with Yan Jingxi. He needed to observe Yuan Zhan from all aspects. If he didn't know, he would more naturally observe whether his condition was getting worse or better. direction of development.

Yuan Zhan treated Fu Chu as just an ordinary guest.

When Yan Jingxi took off his mask and had breakfast, Yan Lili almost didn't hold back to reveal his prank last night.

He really didn't do it on purpose.

Seeing Yan Jingxi's chin under the mask, Fu Chu was so surprised that he almost threw his left foot and right foot on the ground: "Mr. Yan, why is your chin so swollen, is it stung by a bee?"

Yan Jingxi took a deep breath, let's not mention what happened last night, in retrospect he wanted to sew in the ground, he gave Fu Chu a "don't ask again" look, "It's okay, Doctor Fu likes to eat more Chinese breakfast. Western?"

Fu Chu smiled and said, "I like Western style more."

Yan Jingxi: "It's a coincidence, we eat Chinese food today." I don't usually eat Western food, Yuan Zhanqi doesn't like the taste of fresh milk.

Fu Chu: "..."

With Fu Chu there, the quiet morning has a different flavor.

Yuan Zhan has a different enthusiasm for Chu than ordinary people, which is Yan Jingxi's feeling.

As long as it was Fu Chu's question, he would answer the question without any leakage. No matter Yan Jingxi or Dr. Fu, he couldn't hear anything wrong with him, and everything was very right. He was a normal person, unlike someone with so many twists and turns. Not like a depressed patient.

After breakfast, Fu Chu pretended to check on Yan Jingxi and did a full set of dramas, and then it was Yuan Zhan's turn.

Fu Chu and Yuan Zhan entered the study alone.

As a psychologist, Fu Chu doesn't think Yuan Zhan is prone to depression, let alone severe depression.

He was also distressed.

The information provided by Mr. Yan is completely unequal to Yuan Zhanqi himself. He thinks that they are two people. Could it be that Yuan Zhanqi is actually a hidden dual personality? But it is impossible. He has seen the name of the medicine bottle that Mr. Yan photographed for him. It is a medicine for depression.

"Doctor Fu, do I need to do any tests?" Yuan Zhan smiled and had a very good attitude.

Fu Chu gave Yuan Zhan some ordinary physical examinations. He brought several examination instruments. The last item was a conversation. He had a conversation record sheet in his hand, with different questions written on it. Whether or not the respondent has a tendency to depression can be confirmed.

Yuan Zhan was very cooperative with the inspection and answered Fu Chu's questions one by one.

After half an hour passed, Fu Chu felt distrustful of Yan Jingxi in his heart.

When Fu Chu observed Yuan Zhan, Yuan Zhan also observed his facial expressions. Psychologists like to play psychological tactics with others, but Fu Chu in front of him did not know that Yuan Zhan was also playing psychological tactics. No, it should be said, Yuan Zhan In fact, he was showing him the real Yuan Zhan, a Yuan Zhan from another world, so he couldn't find any trace of a depressed patient from Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan doesn't want more people to participate in his war with Yan Jingxi, his time is precious.

Fu Chu is an expert in psychology. Maybe if Yan Jingxi could invite the original owner, there would be no suicide incidents, and people would not come here. It is meaningless to ask Fu Chu to examine him.

Yuan Zhan smiled slightly at Fu Chu, his eyes were unpredictable: "Doctor Fu, what was your original intention of becoming a doctor?"

Dr. Fu wrote on the watch and said, "I hope there will be no more patients in the world."

Yuan Zhan said, "I'm not sick, right?"

Fu Chu was a little regretful just now, but for some reason Yuan Zhan's words touched his point, he shook his head and said, "Mr. Yuan is very healthy and not sick, but you often lower your head and play with your mobile phone, and your spine is a little deformed, but it can be corrected. You have no big problem."

Yes, no one gets sick, which is a good thing, isn't that what he originally intended as a doctor?

Fu Chu left, and Yuan Zhan personally sent him out.

When he turned around and saw Yan Jingxi standing by the window, he put on a mask.

Yuan Zhan put away the smile on his face, kept his face calm, and strode towards Yan Jingxi.

Yan Jingxi also wanted to be concerned and asked about the examination that Dr. Fu gave him. He hadn't taken action yet, but he met the sullen Yuan Zhan, holding his collar in one hand, pulled him towards him, and looked at Yan Jingxi.

Yuan Zhan: "Yan Jingxi, what do you mean?"

Yan Jingxi: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Zhan: "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know what disease is being tested for the questions Fu Chu asked? Do you want to identify me as a neuropathy so that you can send me to a psychiatric hospital?"

Yan Jingxi didn't like the current posture. He wanted to push Yuan Zhan's hand away, but found that he was so tight that he couldn't push it away for a while.

He simply took the opportunity to open the window with Yuan Zhanqi: "I know, you have depression, and your psychiatrist is Guan Shuyu."

Yuan Zhan suddenly let go of his hand gripping the collar of his shirt, a helpless expression flashed on his face, and suddenly laughed lightly, his smile was sad, and said, "Yes, I just have depression, then so what?"

Yan Jingxi seemed to have made a decision: "I talked to Guan Shuyu and consulted. Your depression is caused by me. As long as it is within a reasonable range, I can cooperate with your treatment."

Yuan Zhan took two steps back, his face no longer sad, and asked him sarcastically: "It is within a reasonable range to pretend to fall in love with me, and can it also cooperate with my treatment plan?"

Yan Jingxi: "I..." This, this is impossible, he has always loved Xiaoguang, and he can't even pretend.

However, when the words of refusal came to his lips, he couldn't say it.