Young Master Mo Dotes on His Wife and Seizes His Love

Zhao Yunxin understood after hearing the butler's simple explanation. It seems that the misunderstanding between the father and son is not small.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of a car coming from outside the door, followed by roaring and howling.

"Let go of me, do you know who I am?"

Hearing the young master's voice, the butler gave him a sorry look: "Young master doesn't come home all year round, so I can only invite him out in this way."

"Well, you take him to the room."

Zhao Yunxin nodded slightly after hearing his simple explanation.

Soon, a few bodyguards grabbed a person forcibly and threw him directly in the bedroom.

Zhao Yunxin followed closely behind. As soon as the door was closed, there was the sound of smashing inside the house, glass shattered one after another, and the child's things collapsed.

She was shocked to hear it through a door.

Zhao Yunxin was about to open the door and go in, but the housekeeper pulled her subconsciously, with a worried look on his face: "Doctor Zhao, you'd better wait a moment, the young master is still angry, if you go in now, I'm afraid you will be implicated."

"It's okay." Zhao Yunxin smiled slightly, and slowly opened the door, looking at the dark room, the curtains and windows were drawn tightly, and vaguely saw a figure swaying, and he turned on the light.

"I let you go out, you want to die!"

A young man's roar broke the calm, and then a vase was thrown, almost hitting Zhao Yunxin.

"Hello, Lin Jiang, I am your psychiatrist."

"Psychiatrist? I'm not sick. You're not going to lock me up at home after contacting my dad again!" The young man turned his back to Zhao Yunxin, and slowly turned his head, his hair hanging down on his forehead, revealing a trace of Scarlet eyes.

Looking at the young man's pale skin, Zhao Yunxin frowned slightly, and slowly took a few steps forward, sitting directly on his sofa.

"I'm afraid you may have misunderstood the psychiatrist. I just want to calm down and have a heart-to-heart talk with you. I have no other intentions."

"No? Do you think I would believe it? If it wasn't for you, how could I have been kidnapped by these people." Lin Jiang sneered, looked at Zhao Yunxin's every move coldly, and smiled disdainfully.

Through the light, Zhao Yunxin saw clear marks on his slender wrists at a glance.

"What's the matter with the injury on your wrist?" Zhao Yunxin asked softly.

Lin Jiang was stunned for a moment, and quickly withdrew his hand to cover it up. His original angry expression gradually subsided, but he casually replied, "What's none of your business?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you really happy in those entertainment places?"

"What's the point of being unhappy? I just don't want to go back to this place, to this ghost place." Lin Jiang was stunned by her retorted question. No one had ever asked him like this before.

No one has ever cared whether he is happy or not.

Even the friends who had fun with him never asked him if he was happy every time he took him to KTV to dance disco. As for others asking him if he was happy, it seemed a long time ago...

"I'm not very happy to see you. If that's the case, why do you do this? You hurt yourself and the people around you?"

Zhao Yunxin watched him gradually calm down, asked him quietly, and gradually induced him to express his inner thoughts.

"I……"

"Although I just came here, I don't know much about the situation in this family, but I can see that the housekeeper really cares about you. The housekeeper must have watched you grow up."

Zhao Yunxin smiled slightly. As for his father and his so-called stepmother, she didn't mention it, but the housekeeper.

Obviously, when the housekeeper was mentioned, the young man's face was touched, but was soon covered by hatred: "What does he do, he is just a housekeeper."

"You know more about his position in your heart than I do, so there's no need to emphasize it." Zhao Yunxin knew that at his age, even if he was seen through, he still kept his mouth stubborn and did not expose it.

She smiled slightly and looked at him thoughtfully: "But the steward mentioned you were a child, with a loving smile on your face, can you tell me what you did all this for? And the wound on your hand .”

Lin Jiang heard Zhao Yunxin mention the injury on his hand again, and deliberately dodged, and then looked at the woman in front of him formally.

It was a young woman, stylishly dressed, with a bag on her shoulders, and she didn't look like a doctor. She frowned and stared at him probingly.

"Are you really a psychiatrist?"

"What? You're wondering why I'm not wearing a white coat. I'm a psychiatrist and I don't specialize in surgery. I treat people's psychological problems." Zhao Yunxin had a faint smile on her delicate face.

The adolescent boy looked at the pure face in front of him, smiled brightly at him, looked a little shy, and quickly shifted his gaze: "So that's how it is."

"It's fine for me to be like this, but they don't like it. It's none of my business."

"Then what about the wound on your hand? I don't think it's a bruise or an abrasion. Did you do it yourself?" When Zhao Yunxin's bright eyes fell on the wound on his hand, she looked worried and her tone softened. a bit.

On the surface, the child is pretending to be strong, showing her sharpness like a hedgehog, but she knows better than anyone else the loneliness in her heart.

Lin Jiang couldn't help stroking the wound, and suddenly became anxious, as if someone had ripped off his clothes, saw his heart, and his face gradually became unhappy: "Why should I tell you, because you are a psychiatrist? I am not sick. "

"Okay, that's the end of today's conversation, but before I leave, I have to tell you one thing clearly." Zhao Yunxin saw that he was unwilling to continue the chat.

It would be useless for her to force it any longer, she slowly got up and walked in front of him, looking at him formally.

Lin Jiangjiang was stared at by the beautiful woman in front of him, with an unnatural expression, he slowly shifted his gaze: "Say what you have to say, don't stare at me."

"No matter what others did or said, it's not the reason for you to hurt yourself. Your body is yours, not theirs." Zhao Yunxin warned in a calm tone, and then took out a few band-aids from her bag.

"Here you are." Zhao Yunxin handed the band-aid to her, but seeing that he was still unwilling to take it, she put it aside.

Lin Jiang looked at the bandage, his body trembled slightly, and he began to cry softly.

His wound has always been there, but no one seems to have seen it, let alone cared about him, even the housekeeper didn't notice his wrist, but only a woman who had seen him once saw his wound, inexplicable emotional oil But born.

Zhao Yunxin knew that although the child didn't look fierce on the outside, he was still very soft inside, so she picked up the phone beside him.

I wrote down her phone number in the address book and added my WeChat.

"I will come again at this time tomorrow, don't forget to go home, I will wait for you here."