Chapter 91： his OCD

Chapter 91 His OCD

Wen Yu smiled shyly, "Probably because I have confidence in myself and the director, and at the same time, to motivate myself to perform this play well, in order not to lose money, I must act well no matter what."

Hearing this, Wen Ziming smiled softly, "I believe you can. By the way, how much did you invest in this movie?"

"Two million."

Wen Yu suppressed the impatience in her heart, chatted with Wen Ziming about investing in "The Legend of the Medical Concubine" for a long time, and then pretended to casually talk about Wen's mother being slapped by Wen's father.

"What happened during dinner? Mom ran into my room crying, complaining that Dad beat her again, and wanted to run away from home. I didn't know what happened, and I didn't know how to persuade me."

Speaking of Mother Wen, the smile on Wen Ziming's face faded instantly.

It's not that he has any opinion on his own mother, he thinks that his father still has expectations for Wen Yu to marry Jiang Zhi, and even got angry because Jiang Zhi agreed to hold a wedding for Lin Qianxiao, feeling angry and depressed.

As for the indiscriminate disasters suffered by his mother, he has been used to it since he was a child.

"Mom, you can persuade her more, or see if Mom has any gifts you want, and then you can buy them, and you can ask someone to send me the bill."

"Well, I see."

Wen Yu smiled docilely, and then showed a puzzled expression, "I heard my mother said that Xiaoxiao is going to have a wedding, is it true?"

Wen Yu, who was already mentally prepared, concealed her true emotions perfectly. On the surface, her eyes were full of curiosity, and her tone was also mixed with a touch of joy.

Seeing Wen Yu like this, Wen Ziming's mood immediately improved, and he couldn't help but hold her hand.

"Xiaoyu, are you ready for this day?"

Wen Yu tried hard to conceal the resentment in her heart, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Brother, are Xiaoxiao and Jiang Zhi really going to hold a wedding?"

"Well, Jiang Zhi told me personally."

Getting an affirmative answer, Wen Yu's face turned pale instantly, and her body was crumbling.

Wen Ziming quickly supported her back, holding her cold palm with one hand, "Xiaoyu..."

"What are you doing!?"

Wen Ziming didn't have time to ask, when Wen's mother asked angrily from the door of the study.

Wen Yu hurriedly pushed Wen Ziming away, got up and looked at Mother Wen at the door of the study, and explained uneasily:

"Mom, let me ask my brother something..."

"What's so surprising?"

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Mr. Wen's majestic and deep voice coming from outside the door.

Wen Yu's head buzzed, and a heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Mother Wen stared at the siblings in shock and anger for a long while, then put away her anger, turned around and explained in a low voice to Mr. Wen in the corridor: "It's nothing, Xiaoyu is asking Ziming something, I'll come and see."

"It's late at night, calm down."

Mr. Wen walked upstairs in the afternoon after a few reprimands. Mother Wen walked into the study, closed the study door, and locked it, then turned around and stared at the two in surprise, and asked in a low voice:

"What were you doing just now?"

"Mom, we..."

As soon as Wen Ziming opened his mouth, Wen Yu pulled him behind him, "Mom, it's me, Xiaoxiao is going to have a wedding, and my life experience will be made public. By then, everyone will know that I am a fake daughter, and everyone will be there Talking about me behind my back and laughing at me, maybe my endorsement and the crew will cancel my cooperation, I, I am really under too much pressure, I can't help but talk to my brother, he is just comforting me, nothing else. "

Mother Wen's complexion improved a little after this explanation, but there was still some suspicion in her eyes.

As a woman, she knew too well that the way her son looked at his daughter just now was clearly a man's deep love for a woman.

Mother Wen subconsciously went to see her son.

At this time, Wen Ziming had recovered his usual sternness, and looked at her indifferently.

Mother Wen couldn't help being in a trance, could it be that she was wrong?

Looking at Wen Yu, who was crying sadly with her head down, it was her daughter who had been holding her in her hands for twenty years. Mother Wen couldn't help feeling sour, and stepped forward to comfort her:

"Don't worry, even if your life experience is made public, you are still the eldest lady of the Wen family and will always be mother's daughter."

Wen Yu threw herself into Mother Wen's arms, and burst into tears.

…

Lin Qianxiao was very surprised when she first saw the test paper. Ordinary people can do such obscure and profound ancient astronomical arithmetic.

She scratched her head and struggled for an hour, and finally finished all the test papers before ten o'clock.

"I'm done."

Jiang Zhi was reviewing the planning plan that the project department had just rushed out of overtime. Hearing the voice, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, then subconsciously looked at his watch, his brows slightly raised.

One hour.

It would take half an hour for him to finish all these test papers. With Lin Qianxiao's IQ, he didn't expect her to finish it tonight. It would be good if she could do one-tenth of it before ten o'clock.

"bring here."

Jiang Zhi's study room is very large, accounting for half of the entire third floor. The desk is also very large, 3.6 meters long and 2 meters wide. He divided the left-hand side of the desk into a quarter and used it as a desk for Lin Qianxiao to write. test paper.

Lin Qian smiled and pushed the finished test paper to his left hand, rubbed his eyes and stood up, yawned delicately and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Sweeping at Lin Qianxiao's wet almond eyes that were slightly flushed from sleepiness, the word "wait a minute" slipped between her teeth and turned into "um".

It wasn't until the girl's slender figure disappeared at the door of the study that he looked away, picked up the test paper and looked at it, his black eyes suddenly turned cold and heavy.

On the test paper, it was neatly written:

I don’t know how to do this question.

I don’t know how to do this question either.

I still don’t know how to do this question.

Jiang Zhi rubbed his forehead in thought.

He has always had a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. Anything, or not to do it, once done, it is bound to be perfect.

Whether it is study, work, or life, once there is something that makes him dissatisfied, he will be unable to control his anxiety and irritability, and will have extreme emotions that want to destroy everything.

Recently, his obsessive-compulsive symptoms seem to have eased. If other people or employees completed his confession with such a perfunctory attitude, he would probably have violent emotions like kicking people off Jiang's building.

But when he saw this test paper, he wasn't very angry, and he was even in a good mood. Why?

ten minutes later.

Jiang Zhi returned to the bedroom, saw the pitch-black room, and subconsciously thought that Lin Qianxiao had gone to the first floor.

After he showered and changed, he walked to the bed, only to find that Lin Qianxiao was sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt, and she was still wearing evening clothes.

She didn't take a shower.

He thought dazedly.

This time, he clearly felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder seemed to have really eased.

The last time she went to bed without taking a shower, he threw her into the bathtub on the spot.

But this time, he just wanted to cover her with the quilt so that she could sleep better.

And he did.

Waking up the next day, Jiang Zhi made an appointment with his psychiatrist.

"Didn't you watch it once every three months? This month has just passed, is it because you can't control your emotions recently?"

I originally wanted to code a little more today, but there was a problem with the network this morning. Telecom came over and checked for a long time. I will try to code more tomorrow.

(end of this chapter)