C150 I'il pick you up

I'll pick you up

Now, even Tang Bao felt that she had gotten another problem in her heart.

That was to say that if someone said she looked like someone, the shadow in her heart would meet with the wind.

Is she the face of the masses? It's fine if you share the same fate as Xiao Rui, but you still spoke of 'Brilliant Stars' on the way.

What the hell.

Tang Bao got out of the elevator and waited for the elevator behind him to close.

He turned around and looked at the aluminum mirror on the elevator door. He saw his own face and feet from head to toe.

It was quite similar.

Not like a star, but like all stars.

That star was just like her.

He was wrapped up as if he had a rubella.

Tang Bao had no choice.

Although he felt that the possibility of Di Hao Tian following them was very small, Tang Bao still had to eliminate this very small possibility.

Following her example, she felt that it was necessary to dress like this.

If Di Hao Tian suddenly dropped right in front of her eyes, she wouldn't even be able to dodge.

However, Tang Bao's awareness was still too small.

If Di Hao Tian really plummeted, how could she escape?

He arrived at the doctor's consultation room.

The gray-haired, bespectacled doctor looked like a highly experienced psychologist.

Furthermore, it seemed to be quite kind, allowing Tang Bao's emotions to ease up a little.

"Please tell me about your symptoms." the doctor said.

Tang Bao first looked around, she did not seem to be at ease, she was afraid that others would hear about it.

Seeing her sneaking around, the doctor said, "Don't worry, the patient's privacy will never be revealed."

Indeed, there was not a single assistant in the consultation room, only the doctor.

"That's right …" You can steal things when you're nervous, scared, or stressed out. "

"Then tell me under what circumstances do you steal things every time? Tell me the specifics."

"The first time was in high school, when I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get into college, so I went to the supermarket and stole something. The second time was when I learned that my father had been in a car accident and had gone to the supermarket to steal something. The third time was when my father was seriously ill and I stole someone's wallet in the hospital. There's nothing else. "

"It looks like you're the only one who can steal things, regardless of their target or location."

"Yes." Doctor, am I seriously ill? "

"Don't worry, it'll be fine if you cooperate with psychotherapy." The biggest feature of a psychiatrist is that you don't have to be mentally deficient to add to the burden.

That would only make the patient more serious.

"That's good." Tang Bao heaved a sigh of relief.

She had never thought of seeing it before, but she was afraid it would get worse.

Besides, she had to think about other people.

"I would like to ask, is your mother still alive?" the doctor asked as he wrote down her description. " Does she know you have this habit? "

"My mother passed away many years ago."

The doctor looked up. "How did he die?"

"Sick."

"How old were you?"

"When I was ten."

"Are you on good terms with your mother?"

"Of course."

"So it's like this. You steal things because of your loved ones' frequent behavior. It can be said that under normal circumstances, your nervousness won't cause you to steal things. So, I want to ask, when your mother was sick, did you steal anything? "

Tang Bao recalled herself being around ten years old, then shook her head: "I don't remember stealing anything. I remember the first time I stole something was during the college entrance exam. "

"Are you upset?"

"Nope."

"So it was when you were taking the college entrance exam that you suddenly couldn't control the urge to steal something?"

"Right, I can't control it." She wouldn't come to see a therapist if she had to control herself. She would be able to cure herself.

Tang Bao looked at the doctor who wrote the letter swiftly, and asked again: "Doctor, are mine hard to treat?"

"Mental illness and external factors are inseparable, irritating, lustful, and amorous. In other words, there are three types of stealing, one is stealing without effort because of a material dissatisfaction; the second is trying to soothe a feeling of uneasiness by trying to get rid of it by feeling the tension of stealing, which is similar to using poison against poison; and the third is trying to attract someone's attention by stealing. "

"The second way."

"But you said you weren't excited. This is a psychological disorder that is irritating. "

Tang Bao's heart was already on fire.

Staring at the doctor, are you sure he isn't a quack? Do I need to hide my illness from you? I won't come if I hide my illness.

But what he said made sense.

The desire type is definitely not. That means there is a lack of love type left.

"Am I lacking in love?" Tang Bao asked himself. Doesn't look like it? "

"Sometimes mental illness is unaware of its own problems, just as mental patients say they are not sick. Sometimes the illness is subtle. Are you afraid that you'll be scolded by your family if you don't pass the college entrance examination? "

"Yes." Tang Bao was afraid that her father would scold her, so she got even more pleased with herself.

She stole everything because of Tang Qi Shan.

Then was she really lacking in love?

"Now that your father is dead, you can see if you can steal anything in the future. If I don't steal it, then it will heal without a cure. "

Tang Bao walked out of the consultation room, still in disbelief.

Would he really not steal anything?

The elevator door opened just as a woman came out with a bag over her arm.

Tang Bao's gaze followed her, not having the slightest desire to steal it.

Even psychological contempt.

She really couldn't understand why she couldn't control herself when she was stealing.

If he could figure it out, he wouldn't have to see a doctor.

I hope she heals, as the doctor says.

For some reason, Tang Bao felt that the second scenario was extremely similar to hers.

But she had never been stimulated.

Sigh, I won't think about it anymore. I'll just listen to the doctor!

His phone rang.

Tang Bao took her phone as she entered the elevator.

Looking at the time, he saw that it was Di Hao Tian's turn. Looking at the time, it was still not 7 o'clock?

Why are you looking for her?

As a guilty person, they didn't really want to answer it, as if they could be seen through by Di Hao Tian's pair of black eyes, which could analyze souls.

Answer — —

"What is it? There's still half an hour until seven! "

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"Didn't you say that I would go back in my company's car?"

"I'm already on my way."

"…" Tang Bao gritted her teeth in anger.

Did this person hear what she said?

Ignore it, don't you?

"I'm on Luxury Street."

After Tang Bao hung up the phone, she couldn't wait for the number on the elevator to jump from 6 to 1.

Stepping out of the elevator, Tang Bao ran out of the hospital.

He took off his hat, glasses and mask as he ran and threw them into the trash can beside him.

She couldn't possibly say that she was in the hospital!