wealthy surrogate husband

Ren Hui was undoubtedly smart to stay by Shao Rencheng's side for eight years.

"I know a little bit," Ren Hui took the teacup and put it between his lips, "Ask whatever you want. I will say what you can, and I won't reveal a word if you can't. But why don't you ask Shao himself? gentlemen?"

"He is such a dull gourd that he can't make a fart with three sticks. I asked him if he could tell me the truth?" Shen Ting said.

Ren Hui: "..."

"Since you are his confidant, you must know everything about him," Shen Ting said, "It's the same to ask you."

At this time the waiter came in to serve the food, Shen Ting waited patiently for the good food to be served, and when the waiter went out, he asked, "Why is your Mr. Shao's leg disabled?"

Shen Ting lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then said, "Mr. Shao's legs are not damaged."

"Huh?" Shen Ting opened his mouth slightly in surprise, "He's pretending?"

He thought about Shao Rencheng's two legs that were so thin that they were not like normal people, they didn't look like a fake at all.

Ren Hui shook his head, "No."

Shen Ting was a little anxious, "Then what's going on?"

Ren Hui took a deep breath and said, "Actually, Mr. Shao himself doesn't know what's going on."

"How to say?"

Ren Hui said: "After Mr. Shao's accident that year, Mr. Shao sent him abroad and invited the best experts in the world to treat him. He was treated for about a year and a half. If there is any effect, the husband returned to China later, and he still received treatment intermittently in the first two years after returning to China, but he has given up in the past few years."

Shen Ting frowned: "Why is there no effect? ​​So what's wrong with his leg? Broken bones? Joint necrosis? Ligaments? Nerves? By the way, what happened to him back then?"

Facing his series of questions, Ren Hui sighed and said, "Don't worry, the food is getting cold, talk while you eat."

Shen Ting knew that he was acting too impatient like this, but Shao Rencheng was his husband, even though he was a husband by agreement, there seemed to be nothing wrong with caring about his husband.

He picked up his chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls of food. This restaurant tasted good, and he happened to be hungry, but maybe because of what Ren Hui said, he lost his appetite. After a few mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and waited for Ren Hui to continue. Next say.

Ren Hui filled a bowl of soup for himself, and after drinking half a bowl, he said, "I can't say what happened. If you want to know, you can ask Mr. Shao yourself."

Ren Hui continued: "The bones are not broken, the joints are not damaged, and the ligaments are intact. The experts suspect that there is something wrong with the nerves."

"Doubt?" Shen Ting dissatisfied, "What kind of experts are these? If there is a problem, there is a problem, and if there is no problem, there is no problem. What is suspicion? What did they find out?"

"It's called suspicion because it can't be found out," Ren Hui said, then paused, and then said: "Even an old expert said at the time that it was caused by Mr. Shao's psychological problems."

"Psychological problems?" Shen Ting didn't understand medicine, so he didn't understand, "You mean, he was stimulated? PTSD? But... Isn't this a mental illness? What does it have to do with his legs?"

Shen Ting felt his heart was ups and downs like a roller coaster, at one moment he felt distressed, at another moment he felt hopeful, "Has he ever seen a psychiatrist?"

Ren Hui shook his head, "No."

Shen Ting: "Why?"

Ren Hui: "I don't know, it's out of my control."

Shen Ting fell into silence.

"Shen Ting," Ren Hui called him suddenly, staring into his eyes, and said word by word, "I can't control it, but you can."