Chapter 455

The speed is very slow. In a person's irritable mood, waiting will only make people more irritable.

He lowered the window, lit a cigarette, looked at the red in front of him, and gradually felt a bit confused.

No matter whether he knows about cyber violence or not, he has direct and main responsibility for it. If he could stop it when the news came out, Nanqiao would not be under such pressure for so many days, let alone encounter such a thing at the airport.

He couldn't understand how he felt when he was scolded and ridiculed in public, but at that moment, he felt like a big stone in his heart.

Mo Beicheng raised his hand and pulled open the top button of his shirt. He was in a mess now. On the emotional side, he told him that he should immediately put everything down and go to the United States, but reason told him that Nanqiao didn't want to see him at this time.

It has nothing to do with news and internet violence. She just doesn't want to see him in such a bad state. So at the airport, he suppresses his impulse to buy a ticket to the United States to find her, and quickly walks out of the airport building holding the U-disk.

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Nanqiao bought a ticket to Philadelphia International Airport, and she went back to Linjiang without informing anyone.

Coming out of the airport building, the oncoming wind poured in through the collar and hem of the coat.

The spring wind is no longer biting, but it's still so cold that she has goose bumps.

Nan Qiao stopped a taxi by the side of the road. After sitting on it, he reported the address of Wei'an psychological clinic directly.

After many years in Philadelphia, her English is still with a domestic accent. She can't change it, and she doesn't plan to change it.

Weian's psychological clinic is located in the center of the city.

Nanqiao came last time. The front desk had a good memory and recognized her immediately.

Even though, her face can not be simply described as bad, it is completely withered.

"Miss Shen, only an is not here."

Nanqiao lowered his head, frowned tightly because of discomfort, and his lips and face were pale with a dim gray: "well, I'll go to his office and wait for him."

"Do you want me to call him?"

"No

The front desk is not at ease, "I'll take you."

"No, I know the way." Nanqiao kept his head down when he spoke. Although he didn't understand psychology the day before yesterday, he had been working here for a long time and could see a little bit of the way out.

The state of Miss Shen is very bad.

As soon as Wei An came back, he heard from the front desk that Nanqiao was in his office. He was a little surprised. A trace of surprise appeared in his blue eyes: "when did you come?"

He knows that Nanqiao has come to the United States these two days. Yesterday he went to New York temporarily to do something and made an appointment with her. Nanqiao said that he bought a ticket to Linjiang and was already at the airport.

"It's been two hours."

"Yes."

Wei'an originally took his feet back to the clinic and went to the direction of the office.

"Miss Shen looks pale."

Only Anne slants to hook lips to sneer: "does her facial expression have better?"

The front desk turned his mouth

Last time I came here, I was very good. I was as watery as what I fished out of the water, but there was a light cyan under my eyelids.

Wei An frowned. He had read the news and the comments.

Just, South Joe doesn't say, he also doesn't ask.

Wei An's step is faster and faster. If she can't hold on, she won't come to him.

Like most people, Nanqiao is not active in treatment.

He turned the door open, and there was no light in the room except for a little light coming in behind him.

Because he often works overtime, his office is decorated according to the specifications of the rest room, shading and sound insulation.

Wei An couldn't see where Nanqiao was, so he called softly, "Nanqiao?"

No one should.

Wei An's heart became tense all of a sudden. The patient committed suicide in his office. It was a patient with severe depression. When he went out to get something, he cut the carotid artery in his office.

There's bright red blood everywhere.

To this end, he also moved the office building.

Although he is a psychologist, there are some diseases that he can't overcome, such as excessive cleanliness.

okay.

It's called obsessive-compulsive disorder.

There was no disgusting smell of blood in the room, which made Wei An feel at ease.

He reached for the light.

At last there was a sound in the room.