Chapter 530

Han Xiaoye stares at the water cup in front of him, suddenly reaches out his hand and waves it fiercely!

Pop!

The glass is falling apart!

Part of the water also splashed on Fu Zhiyan's trouser legs.

Han Xiaoye red eyes, ferocious, "I don't drink! Do you know now? "

"..." Fu Zhiyan's thin lips became a straight line, without the radian of laughter. His temple suddenly jumps wildly, the eagle eye looks directly at the little woman's Scarlet eyes, half ring, defeated. Silent squat down, the ground to clean up the pieces of glass, forbearance of the mouth, "have a good rest."

Then he opened the door and went out.

As soon as the door is closed, Han Xiaoye immediately pours on the quilt and suppresses his crying.

In fact, she didn't know what she was crying for, just wanted to cry.

She thinks she's sick!

Really?

I'm sick!

All day long, I am so upset that I want to lose my temper with him and quarrel with him. No matter what he did, he was like a mad dog and wanted to take a bite. Just like just now, she knew that she was making a fool of herself, but she just couldn't control herself.

The moment the glass fell to the ground, her heart actually contracted.

But

But his mouth couldn't help roaring at him.

Fu Zhiyan can't stand her any more... What should I do?

Han Xiaoye put his head on the pillow, tears with the broken line of beads, falling off. She cried darkly, and the men who smoked outside the ward also felt bad.

man There were cigarette butts all over the floor, which showed that he smoked more than one cigarette.

She frowned and walked over. "Stop talking. What happened? Did you fight with Ono? "

"No

Fu Zhiyan put out the cigarette butt, straightened up, took a look at Mo Xiaxia and asked her to follow him. Mo Xia guessed that he had something to say and followed him. flower Mosha stopped, found a chair and sat down.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Zhiyan could not help but feel out a cigarette and touched Mo Xiaxia. He frowned and folded the cigarette in half. He described what had just happened to Mo Xiaxia in detail, especially the details of Han Xiaoye. At last, he pursed his thin lips and looked into Mo's eyes. "Do you think she's suffering from anxiety?"

Mo Xiaxia is an expert in criminal psychology, and criminal psychology is also a kind of psychology. Therefore, Mo Xiaxia's attainments in psychology are not generally high, and even better than ordinary psychologists. She pondered for a moment, looked up, serious expression, "stop, I think Ono may not be anxiety disorder, perhaps more serious - depression."

"In psychology, the clinical manifestation of anxiety disorder is that patients often have excessive worry and nervous fear which is not consistent with the real situation without obvious incentives. This kind of nervous fear often has no clear object and content. Patients feel that they have been in a nervous, nervous, fear, fear of the inner experience. Ono is not. these

"She should be aware of it, so she deliberately disguised her abnormality when facing us. It's only when she's facing you that she shows her true emotional state. That's because she subconsciously takes you as the most important and trusted person. That's why she shows you the truth. "

When Fu Zhiyan heard of depression, his heart suddenly pulled down. He rubbed his temples and tried to calm himself down.

After a deep talk with Mosha.

He walked heavily back to the VIP ward.

The ward is quiet, the curtains are floating quietly in the wind, but the people who should rest on the bed are gone!

Fu Zhiyan suddenly changed his face!

"Han Xiaoye."

Such a large ward, there is no response.

He opened the bathroom door, the wardrobe, the living room

No one!

No one!

Still no one!

Fu Zhiyan has never been so out of control. His neck seems to have been pinched, and he even has difficulty breathing.

He almost did not want to go out, quickly found the guard room, a kick open the door——

"Who are you?"

"What's going on in the trough?"

"Hello! Family members are not allowed to come in here. Get out! "

man Help me find out where the person in VIP ward No.3 is now! "

He's very angry!

Fierce momentum as if to kill!

man

Military hospital monitoring throughout every corner of the hospital, soon, Fu Zhiyan found the figure of Han Xiaoye. She came out not long after he and Mosha left. She walked all the way through the corridor and took the left staircase

"Where is this going?" Fu Zhiyan pauses the video and points to the stairs.

The security guard thought about it and hammered, "ah, go to the top floor!"

The elevator can't get to the top floor, only the stairs can. What does the hooligan do when he runs to the top floor of the hospital?

Fu Zhiyan suddenly remembered one of the biggest features of depression that Mo Xia said. His face was hard to see. He threw away the mouse and ran to the top——

The top floor of the hospital is on the 8th floor, and the VIP ward area is on the 3rd floor. Fu Zhiyan has never been so embarrassed. His hair is messy and his clothes are messy. He runs all the way up five floors of stairs, pulls open the iron door, and has no time to breathe. He immediately sees the little woman standing on the edge of the balcony.

It's a hooligan!

His Phoenix eyes instantly shrunk to the tip of a needle!

Almost with run, a person from the back into the arms, hard embrace. Holding that moment, his suffocating heart finally settled down, at the same time, a surge of outrage.

"... little uncle?" Han Xiaoye had just come up to blow a wind, suddenly he was pulled into his arms, did not respond to what happened.

Fu Zhiyan has already pulled her apart and angrily scolded, "you want to play with your life, don't you?"?! that 's ok! I'll play with you! Next time you want to play like this, you'll play like this first! "

A Berger pistol fell at her feet.

Han Xiaoye was shocked.

Mingmou was staring at the angry man. Her brain turned and she suddenly understood what was going on. Her eyes turned red and her tears rolled around again. But she was stubborn and didn't cry.

"I asked you to agree to the operation. Even if I have to bear the consequences, I should bear the consequences. It's my decision. It's my mother. What are you doing with yourself? It's also my fault. It has nothing to do with you from the beginning to the end! "