Chapter 455

In the villa, Song Zhe threw Bai Jingxin out and went back to the study to apologize, "young master, I don't know that young master hates Miss Bai, so I'll arrange another psychologist right away."

"Yes."

Soon, the second psychologist arranged by Song Zhe arrived.

Fu Yichen asked the psychologist, "if I told her the past directly, would she remember it all?"

The psychologist this time is a middle-aged man with eyes. He looks kind and professional.

He thought for a moment, frowned and said, "it's hard to say. The patient chose to forget, because she was seriously hurt in her heart and refused to face these things“

Seeing Fu Yichen's ugly face, the psychologist stopped and said, "major Fu directly told her what she had forgotten. She probably thought you were lying to her! Of course, she may also remember. However, if this method was used to stimulate the patient's memory, the patient's mood would fluctuate too much, which is likely to suffer greater psychological damage and cause more serious consequences."

Fu Yichen frowned tightly, raised his hand and rubbed some painful corners of his forehead.

"What about this?"

He got a little anxious.

"This is usually waiting for the patient to remember. You can also take her to the places she has been before to stimulate the patient's memory."

"Is this the only way? Is there no better way? Is it possible to recover from selective amnesia?" Fu Yichen lit a cigarette and looked obviously agitated.

He can't wait for Su Mi to slowly recall him. The feeling of being forgotten in the past is really torture.

"Maybe some patients will remember it soon, but some patients can't remember it all their life. This depends on the size of the patient's injury."

Fu Yichen took a fierce puff of smoke. He felt that Su Mi had been hurt a lot.

Otherwise, she would not react so strongly to Zhou Qingyang and herself after selective amnesia.

"You mean she may not remember me all her life?"

He completely blew his hair, suddenly got up and looked like he was going to kill a psychologist.

The psychologist was startled and hurriedly stood up, "no, No. according to Fu Shao, Miss Su had a criminal record of selective forgetting in her early years. She forgot Fu Shao's appearance, but later Fu Shao helped Miss Su recover her memory through hypnosis. Maybe this method can also be used..."

"Fart!"

Before the psychologist finished, Fu Yichen rushed to him, pinched the collar of his suit and burst into foul language.

"You just said that telling her what you will forget will cause her greater psychological damage and more serious illness. Now you fucking propose hypnosis? Isn't hypnosis painful? It's more painful for her than telling her directly!"

"Yes, yes, what Fu Shao said is."

The psychologist was a little broken. Just now he was unscrupulous. He was frightened by Fu Yichen.

"Song Zhe! Where did you find a psychologist! I want you to find a professional! A professional!"

Fu Yichen said angrily and threw away the psychologist.

Song Zhe hurriedly asked the psychologist to go out and said helplessly all the way.

"The young master is in a bad mood. Don't mind Dr. Zhang."

"How dare, how dare, understand, understand."

He sent off the psychologist and invited three of the most authoritative psychologists in the Empire, but the consultation results were similar.

The more Fu Yichen listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. When Song Zhe sent away the fourth psychologist, Fu Yichen didn't even have the strength to get angry.

He sat silently behind the desk, holding his arm and buried his hand in his palm. He looked particularly depressed.

"Young master... Please?"

Song Zhe stood in front of the desk and asked with a sigh.

Fu Yichen's voice was hoarse. "I really regret... I shouldn't have chosen to leave and didn't believe her at that time."

His voice was filled with remorse and remorse, and he was in great pain.

When he left, Su MI was still fine. If he would calm down and listen to her more, if he hadn't been dazzled by jealousy, he wouldn't be like this even if he did a little investigation.

"Get out!"

He said again in a deep voice. Song Zhe sighed, turned and left quietly.

Over there, Su Mi had dinner with Fu Yichen and got into the nanny car.

Zhang Jingyin accompanied Su MI. Su Mi asked, "sister Jing, has the contract really been signed?"

"Of course, Mr. Fu's assistant has shown me the contract. I'll ask a lawyer to go back and have a look. If there is no problem, I can sign it."

"I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to meet such a discerning investor! By the way, what's the full name of Mr. Fu?"

"Fu... Fu Chen."

Zhang Jingyin said with a dry smile.

Song Zhe has told her. Now Fu Yichen wants to pursue Su Mi again with a new look and ask her to help cooperate. Don't say anything in front of Su MI.

"Fu Chen? I see."

Su Mi leaned against the car chair and brushed the web page with her head down.

Just at this time, her cell phone just got into the phone.

It was Zhou Qingyang who called. Su MI was stunned and threw her mobile phone aside.

After ringing for a while, the mobile phone quieted down. Su MI was just relieved when Zhang Jingyin's mobile phone rang.

Zhang Jingyin looked and leaned over to answer.

"Yes, there it is. OK, I'll give it to her."

Zhang Jingyin said two words, turned around and covered her mobile phone and rushed to Su MI, "Mr. Zhou, there may be something really wrong. You'd better listen."

Zhou Qingyang is very kind to Su MI, and Zhang Jingyin sees it in her eyes.

Zhou Qingyang usually doesn't bother Su MI with such perseverance. He is a person who respects others' choices. Zhang Jingyin is afraid that Zhou Qingyang really has something to do with his perseverance today.

Sumi took the phone and put it in her ear, but she didn't say anything.

At the other end of the mobile phone, Zhou Qingyang heard Su MI from the faint breath.

"Honey... I'm leaving. I'll leave the Empire in an hour. I'll probably never come back for a long time. Take care of yourself. I wish you all the best."

Su Mi didn't expect him to leave. She was a little stunned before she spoke.

"Qingyang, have a nice trip."

She hadn't called his name for a long time. Zhou Qingyang's breath statement on the receiver was heavy, and then he laughed.

"OK, bye."

"Bye."

Zhou Qingyang hung up the phone and stood for a while holding his mobile phone. Then he took a deep breath, which led to the fractured ribs in front of his chest.

"President, you need to stay in bed now. Why do you have to leave today!"

Wang Cheng dragged his suitcase with disapproval and worry on his face.

"I can't die! Let's go."

Zhou Qingyang said faintly, slightly pressed the chest pain, and strode out of the apartment.