Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

Gin had no idea of this. Binga was furious because he had read his messages but didn't reply, so he naturally sent him a few hours of surveillance to clear the traces.

During the two years that Binga was away, Shirley had a much better life. As long as the progress was reported in a timely manner, Gin would not come over, but would just let Vodka come to the laboratory to take the information away.

Recently, I don’t know where Shirley got the news that Binga and Vermouth were sent to a laboratory for experiments during the mission. It was his girlfriend who spread the rumor that the person who conducted the experiment on him was Ranbaxy.

This made Shirley feel a lot more relaxed, and she slowed down her experimental progress. She was no longer afraid that the mad dog would suddenly rush into the laboratory and beat her up one day.

Looking at the photo on the desk made me miss my sister even more and I wanted to share this good news with her.

So, he contacted Gin, and instead of saying that he wanted to meet his sister, his attitude became a bit tougher.

Gin didn't care about these little things, and Shirley had been quite well behaved in the past two years. It had been three months since she last saw Miyano Akemi, so she agreed readily.

"Brother, where are we going?" Seeing that his brother was not impatient, Vodka began to ask where they were going.

"Pier No. 3, go pick up Binga." Gin's voice was calm, but he was in a particularly good mood.

"Binga is coming back? That's great. Shirley has been looking up to others lately. Last time I went to get some information, she didn't even bother to look at me and just threw it on the table."

Vodka felt it necessary to complain to his eldest brother. Binga was back, so he asked Binga to give him some more beatings and let him live in peace for two more years.

"Binga has to do a mission anyway, so why not let him watch the meeting between the Miyano sisters? It's an easy mission, and he's an intelligence agent, so maybe he can even find out what the sisters are thinking."

"Well, you arrange it!" Gin naturally would not refuse his younger brother's face. It was just a small request.

Originally, he hadn't planned to let Binga come out to do the mission. This kind of mission that could be done by peripheral members was easy for him.

I just don't know whether he has recovered from his mental illness.

"Take Binga and give him a psychological assessment first."

Gin thought about it and decided to take it over himself as he was a little worried about Vodka.

As soon as Binga got off the boat, he saw Vodka waving at him. When he walked closer and saw the familiar Porsche 356A, his eyebrows jumped.

As an atheist, he thought the car was a bit weird.

Eight out of ten times I go to the hospital.

But this was the only choice right now, so I got in the car.

Gin glanced at Binga and found that he fastened his seat belt obediently after getting in the car and didn't do anything weird.

These two years have made him grow one year older.

The journey was very smooth and Binga relaxed his guard. He must have been overthinking it.

It was only when he got off the car that he realized that he had overthought and it was not over at all.

Department of Organizational Psychology.

"Why did you bring me here?" Binga asked with a twitching mouth, praying that it was not what he thought.

"You and Vodka get a mental health evaluation together."

Gin spoke in a cold voice. He originally wanted to let Binga go alone, but looking at his expression, he knew that he couldn't go alone and might even cause an accident.

"Ah? Brother, I..." Vodka wanted to say, isn't Binga the one who is sick, why let him do it.

But before he could finish his words, Gin's cold, low and unquestionable voice rang out, "Binga, you stay with him."

"Huh?" Binga was also puzzled, and his eyes changed when he looked at Vodka. What kind of torture had Gin done to him in the past two years that he had psychological problems.

Although he expressed his dislike, he still went with Vodka to get a psychological evaluation.

Half an hour later, Prosecco handed the two reports to Gin and complained: "Binga's mental state is more normal than my dog."

"It's the vodka that's a bit problematic."

"Ah? Am I sick?" Vodka never thought that he had a mental illness. Shouldn't Binga be the one who is sick?

Why is it that Binga, who is healthier than a dog, has a mental illness?

Binga looked at Vodka with sympathy. No wonder he wanted him to accompany him. It turned out that he himself didn’t know he was sick.

When Gin held the two psychological evaluation reports in his hands, the expression on his face changed again and again.

"Are you sure Binga is okay?" Gin asked again.

"Hey, what do you mean?!" Binga was unhappy.

As an expert in psychology, he could not tolerate any doubts and pointed at Binga and said, "He is sensitive and has a strong self-esteem. He is known as a glass heart. The strange thing is that he is not self-defeating at all and has no psychological problems at all."

"Oh, yes, he once had a failed relationship that made him turn love into hatred. I don't know who was punished by God, but it's not a big problem. It will be gone if we get rid of the knot in our heart."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? There is no such thing at all!" Binga retorted immediately. What feelings? He was either doing tasks or developing software. Where did the feelings come from?

"Your rebuttal is no different from being angry out of shame, so don't say anything," Prosecco interrupted Binga and looked at Vodka, "As for Vodka, it's a bit troublesome..."

"He's a bit nervous, likes violence, a bit of a mama's boy, that is, he misses his mother in the middle of the night, not good at thinking but... He is extremely self-destructive, must have spiritual support, and is a bit manic-depressive..."

After Prosecco finished speaking, Binga tried hard not to laugh, but he couldn't help it anymore and ran outside, leaned against the wall and burst into laughter.

What the hell is Vodka Mama's Boy? !

It’s Qin Baonan!

"Hahahahaha..." Another burst of laughter.

Gin looked back at Binga who was standing outside the door laughing loudly, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure he's okay?"

"No, Gin, you always suspect that there's something wrong with others...why don't you take a test too."

Prosecco friendly suggestion.

When Binga came back and heard this, he immediately perked up, with a gloating arc on his lips, "Gin, take a test, vodka has problems, and you two are together every day, maybe you have been infected too!"

"If you are sick, you should treat it early."

Prosecco's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Yes, yes, big brother, we are together often, don't, don't get infected by me."

Vodka is a bit desperate and just wants someone to be with him. Even without Binga to accompany him, Big Brother is actually not a bad guy.

Gin eventually did a psychological evaluation, and the results left Prosecco very unhappy.

Cheating!

Blatant cheating!

But he has no evidence.

How could someone like Gin have such a perfect mental state?

Still in love...

"How is it? Is he sick?" Binga was the most excited. As long as Gin was sick, he wouldn't have to do anything to make him unable to hold his head up in the organization.

"He's not sick. What could possibly be wrong with him? He's rich, has status, and has a partner. He's better off than anyone else."

What the hell!

Prosecco naturally doesn't believe that Gin has a partner. Many members of the organization with strong psychological qualities will cheat in the annual psychological assessment.

Gin was still the one who took the lead in cheating.

"Do you have a partner?" Binga glanced from Gin to Vodka, ready to find the answer from him.

Vodka was even more confused, he didn't know!

Big brother is with him every day, where did he get a partner? Does big brother treat him as a partner?