Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

In the early morning, the sun shines through the gaps in the curtains. The sun has just risen and rises in the sky, like an egg yolk. The orange light falls into the room, neutralizing the cold and windy decoration and adding warmth .

Countless dust particles danced in the sunlight, illuminating the person sleeping soundly on the bed, with good-looking eyebrows and eyes, sleeping well.

The woman in her sleep didn't know what kind of nightmare she had, her thin eyebrows were wrinkled, and she grabbed the bed sheet under her body with all her strength, her knuckles turning white.

"No, don't, don't hurt my daughter!"

She said something vaguely, and suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were straightened, and her pupils shrank violently, as if she saw something particularly terrifying, so she was terrified.

Breathing rapidly, it was not until he saw the environment he was in clearly that he stabilized his emotions.

Sitting up from the bed, her complexion was still not very good-looking, and the cold sweat on her forehead was glistening, streaming down her forehead like tears.

What she dreamed of in the nightmare, in fact, when she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember clearly, but there was a scene that was deeply imprinted in her mind, and she seemed to see it as soon as she closed her eyes.

Zou Zhiyi pressed his thumping temples hard, feeling a severe headache.

He got out of bed, stepped on the floor with bare feet, walked out of the bedroom soundlessly, and went to the bathroom to wash off his cold sweat.

After wiping his hair, Zou Zhiyi glanced at the living room, Yan Zhou was not there, he probably left, the living room was empty, it looked extraordinarily deserted.

Zou Zhiyi pursed his lips imperceptibly, his wet hair stuck to his skin, dripping water droplets, leaving a trail of cold water.

I dried my hair and changed my clothes. It was still early, and I wanted to heat up the porridge last night, but the pot was already clean, leaving only the familiar thermos bucket.

Open it, it is still the porridge bought by Yanzhou, it will not be cold in the thermos, it is still steaming when it is poured out, Zou Zhiyi drank a bowl, and the sweet porridge fell into his stomach, warming his stomach and comforting him her emotions.

But the nightmare she had before was too scary for her, the shadow was always shrouded in her heart, Zou Zhiyi frowned subconsciously, always feeling uneasy.

She decided to talk to a psychiatrist anyway.

After all, it's not good to have nightmares all the time. The constant nightmares made her have an inexplicable fear of sleeping, which is so commonplace.

If this continues, she is really afraid that she will go crazy directly.

……

Psychological clinic.

It was still early before Zou Zhiyi's appointment time, and there were other patients at her doctor's office, so Zou Zhiyi was waiting in the waiting room.

Half an hour later, a tightly wrapped woman came out of the treatment room.

Zou Zhiyi was sitting in the patient waiting room with her back to the door. In fact, she didn't notice the woman who came out at first. It was the woman who said something to the friend who came with her. She thought it sounded familiar, so she turned her head and took a look.

In summer, a woman who is sweating hot in short sleeves, wearing a hat and mask, and wearing long sleeves and trousers, who wants to hide her whole body, is particularly conspicuous.

Zou Zhiyi narrowed his eyes slowly, this person seems to have known him before.

The woman left in a hurry like a thief, her friend took a few steps wrong with her, Zou Zhiyi saw her face clearly.

Zou Zhongqing's assistant.

The ends of her eyes were raised slightly, she watched the two hurriedly leave through the transparent glass wall, pinched the edge of the phone, and suddenly smiled slowly.