“Wait until Miss Shi gets used to it, this time, the hypnosis treatment is a success in our eyes. If Miss Shi is still unwilling to speak, we can use a simple psychological guidance to get him to open her mouth.” “Yes,” the psychiatrist replied.
He stared at her as if she might suddenly disappear.
“…”
Shi Xiaonian looked at him silently.
Gong Ou glared at her and suddenly shouted, “All of you, get out here and let me see!
She must have suffered a second trauma!
Damn, he knew he wasn’t the person she trusted the most in her heart.
Shi Xiaonian wanted to laugh after hearing his words, but she suppressed her expression and pulled away from his hand to continue walking.
Gong Ou followed her closely.
Seeing that she had entered the bathroom, Gong Ou’s frown slowly loosened.
Shi Xiaonian took off her sweaty skirt in the bathroom and stepped into the warm water of the bathtub.
Talk?
Gong Ou clearly believed that this psychotherapy session had failed, what a pitiful therapist.
Shi Xiaonian looked outside again, and after confirming that Gong Ou was not back yet, she pulled Feng De into the bedroom, and closed the door and locked it.
“Housekeeper Feng, I want to ask of you something.”
Feng De choked up, unable to continue.
“Mn, if it wasn’t for him, there wouldn’t be the recuperated Shi Xiaonian.” Shi Xiaonian said, “I want to do something for him.”
“Then how does Miss Shi want to create surprises?”
Because Gong Ou had done far too much for her.
After Shi Xiaonian and Feng De reached an agreement on their target, the two of them went downstairs.
From a distance, Shi Xiaonian could hear Gong Ou scolding those therapists. She scolded them without any vulgarities, but she scolded them until their dignity was all over the floor, and they couldn’t even be picked up.
Shi Xiaonian felt extremely guilty towards the therapist.
Shi Xiaonian purposely walked past the entrance of the treatment room.
Not far away, Gong Ou chased after her. He grabbed her hand, and stared at her with his black eyes. “Have you finished showering?”
“…”
“Young master, there’s still a meeting tomorrow night.”
“To a videoconference.”
The pot was on fire.
As she was thinking, she suddenly saw Feng De gesture towards her, signalling that she could settle it.
Gong Ou sat by her side, raising his long hands to scratch her face, stopping to stroke her ears, staring at her with his pitch black pupils.