See You Tonight, Master Su

Following her closely, Su Minglang sighed and held her tightly. "Silly, how can I not understand your little thoughts?"

Her eyes drooped. Tong Hua didn't want to admit it. Unfortunately, the cross-examination was stuck in her throat and she couldn't answer it.

In front of Su Minglang, no matter how strong the argument would be, it would become a helpless cover. Tong Hua tilted his mouth as he looked into his long, penetrating eyes, feeling that there was no hiding place in his mind.

Yes, she just didn't want them to meet. It was weird, but she didn't want to.

At this point, she sighed and leaned her head against him as she walked, leaning half of her body against him. When the warmth of his body came over, she felt at ease and could not help but laugh at herself.

"Honey, am I too petty? At a time like this, can you consider this?"

Su Minglang let out a low laugh, his slightly furrowed brows opened, and his grip on her waist increased. In a low voice, there was an unspeakable indulgence. "How good is a small belly? If you don't mind, I'll be a fool!"

Glancing at him lightly, Tong Hua's gaze swept past his handsome side face, and an uncontrollable wave surged through her heart, sweeping through her fragile nerves at the moment.

"Minglang, you're so nice to me."

Su Minglang froze, laughed, and stroked her hair. "Little fool, men are always praised by their wives. It's very stressful. Do you understand?"

"...

In Su Minglang's laughter, the gloom over Tong Hua's head seemed to dissipate a lot.

"Leave me alone... You go... I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I really can't stand it..."

Just as she arrived at the hospital where Bai Jia was, before she entered the ward, Tong Hua heard her sobbing and shouting inside. One sentence after another, incoherent, with despair, confusion, and heartbreak. The sound of the ground reached her ears, and it was so sharp that she could scratch her heart and lungs.

Half a second later, she and Su Minglang looked at each other and saw that he was not in any mood. She pushed open the door of the ward, her eyes fixed, and her heart twitched.

Bai Jia was curled up in a quilt on the hospital bed. The little pale face was full of tears. On her side, elder sister Chen was patting her and comforting her in a low voice. But she seemed to have been greatly stimulated, covering her ears and shaking her head.

"You don't have to care about me anymore. You can go. Leave me alone..."

"Sis!" Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Tong Hua hurriedly walked over. "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing her worried voice, Bai Jia stiffened, put down his hands on his ears, turned his head, stared at her for two seconds, sniffed, calmed down his excitement, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Tong Hua, why are you here?" It was her real sister, and Tong Hua's heart was in a knot. "I heard you're not feeling well. Let me take a look."

Bai Jia's lips quivered, as if trying to suppress her pain, and he was still smiling at her. "I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine. Just... Just..."

Her throat choked, and she repeated two words. She looked at her face, then at the unhappy Su Minglang standing not far away. Her weak and listless eyes had just brightened up, but had dimmed again. After sobbing a few times, she covered her mouth and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Crying is not the most touching, but the most heartbreaking is to keep crying.

Looking at Bai Jia like this, Tong Hua felt a pain in his heart. He held her shoulder and removed her hand from his mouth. "Bai Jia, is something wrong with you? When I left yesterday, you were fine. Why can't you do something stupid today?"

Looking up at her, Bai Jia's teary eyes were red, as if he could no longer hold back. He suddenly rushed over and hugged her tightly, crying loudly.

"Tong Hua, Tong Hua, I feel so bad. I feel so bad. It's so bad. It's so bad..."

In her big hug, Tong Hua almost couldn't breathe, so he had to pat her on the back and help her breathe. "Okay, don't cry. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. What's the matter? Tell me."

Bai Jia sobbed a few times and began to sob.

"Tong Hua, I saw my mother. Her face was covered in blood... She was killed... Killed..."

Her mother? Tong Hua was stunned.

If Bai Jia hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten. There was another woman in this world who had never given birth to Bai Jia but had been supporting her. It made sense for her to think that Bai Jia was so persistent. And now that she's in an unknown corner of the united states, will she think of her?

Her heart was blocked and she patted Bai Jia. Her voice and eyes were a little hoarse. "Stop imagining things. You miss her too much!"

"No, Tong Hua. I swear, I really saw her. Her face was covered in blood. She was standing right in front of me. She told me to avenge her. She said that Suzie killed her and told me to avenge her. Tong Hua, I want to hold her, I want to wipe the blood off her... But suddenly, she's gone again..."

Speaking of this, she pointed at the window in horror and said in a trembling voice, "There, there she is... I saw her just now... It must be my mother, it must be Suzie who did something to her... It's all my fault for not being able to... It's all my fault for not being able to save my mother... Tong Hua..."

Tong Hua's heart sank as she looked at her panic-stricken expression. "Bai Jia, you studied psychology. You should know that it's an illusion."

"Hallucinations?" Bai Jia raised his tear-stained face and looked at her in shock.

"Yes, hallucinations." Tong Hua looked at her firmly and gently pinched her shoulder with his fingers, trying to calm her nerves. As he pinched her, he said in a soft voice, "Stop imagining. She will be fine, and you will be fine."

Bai Jia seemed to have quietened down. Suddenly, her eyes widened again and she stared at her blankly for a moment. Suddenly, she grasped her arm tightly and asked in a shrill voice, shaking her head.

"Tong Hua, why am I hallucinating? Why?"

Why? Tong Hua frowned. Her current state was indeed consistent with the symptoms of depression. It was said that doctors could not treat themselves. Could Bai Jia not feel her emotions?

After looking at her deeply for a moment, Tong Hua hugged her trembling body and then asked her some questions related to the psychological state of depression. Bai Jia's answer, however, was not all due to depression. She was pessimistic, depressed, worried about the situation, inferior to her appearance, and felt that everything was not as good as her. She was so sad that she wished she could die.

When she finished asking, almost half an hour later, Tong Hua's heart sank to the point that she had a preliminary understanding of bai jia's situation, combined with her actions and state of mind.

Next, in order to confirm her condition, the hospital quickly sent a doctor to give Bai Jia a systematic mental examination. By the time she got the results, it was basically confirmed that she was really depressed.

Back in the ward, Tong Hua looked at the dim lights in the ward and asked elder sister Chen to turn on the other two lights.

In the blazing light, she noticed that Bai Jia's face was snow-white and almost devoid of blood.

"Tong Hua, am I...?"

Squinting, Tong Hua looked at her and said, "Yes, Bai Jia, you have depression."

"Depression?" Bai Jia shuddered and looked absent-mindedly at her face, not saying a word for a long time. Of course, she knew what depression was. In short, her voice trembled. "Am I mentally ill?"

"Relax, you know, it's not a big deal, it's all about yourself." Tong Hua leaned her body against the bed and poured her another glass of warm water to feed her.

Yes, they both know. There is no special cure for depression. Speaking of which, it also belongs to the category of heart disease. As the saying goes, a heart disease has to be treated with medicine. If she doesn't learn to let go, no one can cure her. No matter how good a psychiatrist is, he can't concoct any special effects.

After drinking the water, she thought for a while and calmed down slowly. Tong Hua thought of the'memory' thing in her head again. She narrowed her eyes and whispered in a soothing voice.

"Sis, don't be nervous. When you get out of the hospital, I'll talk to my teacher and you'll get better soon. Now, stop giving yourself psychological hints and rest with your eyes closed. When the sun rises, you will find that everything is the same and nothing has happened."

"Nothing happened... Nothing happened..."

Bai Jia muttered in a low voice, his mind wandering, looking particularly distressing. As she read, she jerked her head up and fixed her eyes on Su Minglang again. Looking at his emotionless, handsome features, her body suddenly shook violently, like fear, like fear, like anticipation. Her face seemed even whiter than before.

"Minglang..."

Su Minglang frowned and glanced at her without saying a word, but looking at her expression, Tong Hua's head hurt. Patting her thin shoulder, all that was left was comfort.

"Bai Jia, you should rest now. Don't think too much."

Slowly, she nodded her head, as if she had just remembered something. Suddenly, with a hurt smile, she looked at Tong Hua again and murmured, "Yes, now he's your Minglang."

"... Tong Hua was confused.

"You guys go, I'm asleep..."

Bai Jia slowly closed his eyes, his slow movements, the sigh in his voice, and the vicissitudes of life like an 80 year old woman. Her face was as white as a sheet of paper, but her fingers were tightly clenched on the corner of the quilt, as if she was trying to suppress her feelings of breaking down, as if she had endured them to the extreme.

She was like this... Tong Hua's pursed lips tightened, and her heart was blocked. Why did this happen?

For a long time...

In the ward, the air pressure was very low.

What happened? He didn't say anything, but he didn't miss the look on Tong Hua's face. His brows furrowed slightly, and his sharp eyes flashed with an ever-changing and mysterious charm under the light.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that Bai Jia's breathing had become even, Tong Hua nodded and softly spat out a word. "Okay."

Standing up, Tong Hua took another deep look at Bai Jia, walked over, took the man's arm, and slowly left the ward.

Her mind was spinning as she walked. Thinking of Bai Jia's hysterical shouts and shouts, her Taiyangxue kept popping up, a little painful, and her hand on the man's arm involuntarily tightened a little.

"Tong Hua, don't think too much." The man sensed it and comforted her in a low voice.

Glancing at him, Tong Hua raised his hand and smoothed his hair around his ear. His mouth moved and he murmured, "Bai Jia's illness is a little strange. When I came over yesterday, she was still fine. Even if she had depression, there should be a gradual process, right?"

Patting her hand, Su Minglang didn't say anything. Tong Hua frowned and couldn't figure out the key.

Suddenly, she sighed and looked at Su Minglang. "She's in a worse condition. When she's discharged, I'll ask professor j. K to show her."

The man replied with a soft "Yes."

Tong Hua blinked, glanced at him, and then pursed her lips. "Okay, I admit it. I had a stomachache again. I want professor j. K to erase her memory. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to do it when she was on guard. Only by treating her can she cooperate with professor j. K."

Su Minglang raised his eyebrows and squeezed her shoulder with his big hand. "Silly, you're doing this for her good."

That was exactly what Tong Hua wanted to say. She had a throat obstruction and her nose immediately soured. "No matter what I do, you think I'm good, don't you?"

Su Minglang smiled, "Of course, you're my wife."

Nothing was more moving than this affirmation. Tong Hua suddenly felt a little sad when he heard it. Her eyes turned red, and she looked at him as if she was happy or angry. "Oh, are you going to make me cry?"

The man scratched her head and sneered. "I'm so touched. I'll repay you tonight!"

"..." Every critical moment, he would always use such a vulgar language to prevaricate, Tong Hua did not know whether to cry or laugh

With her eyes red, she pursed her lips and smiled again. "You really know how to pick a time to spoil the scene."

Lowering his head, Su Minglang sighed and kissed her on the top of her hair. "Good girl, don't think too much."

"Yes." In his arms, Tong Hua sniffed.

Late at night in the city of london, the road was very smooth and got on the car. Almost an hour later, the two of them returned to the villa.

By this time, it was already late at night.

While the two of them were busy in the hospital, the people in the villa were already playing chess with the duke in their dreams. Touching his starving stomach, Tong Hua glanced apologetically at Su Minglang and pushed him into the dining room chair.

"Minglang, sit down for a while. I'll get you something to eat."

"Yes." Su Minglang naturally understood that she was too embarrassed to wake someone up.

Finding an apron to tie around his waist, Tong Hua asked him with a smile, "What do you want to eat?"

After a good fight, Su Minglang's eyes deepened. "Me? I just want to eat you."

Tong Hua stared at him in a daze, pretending to be unhappy. "Okay, then eat me tonight. Sir, do you prefer steamed or boiled?"

Looking at her face, Su Minglang's eyes were as deep as the sea. He stroked his forehead and remained silent for a moment as if thinking. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "How about a red fever?"

Pursing her lips, Tong Hua nodded without hesitation. "Of course, wait for it. Cook it right away." After that, she turned around and headed to the kitchen.

Looking at her slender back, Su Minglang's narrow eyes narrowed slightly and did not follow her in. Instead, he lay on the back of the dining room chair with a deep wave of eyes. Soon, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, sniffed it gently at the tip of his nose, and slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and put the cigarette back. Then, he walked outside and made several phone calls.

The kitchen was brightly lit.

Tong Hua looked at the dinner reserved for them, took out two kinds of food, and prepared to make some simple things to eat. After all, it was late today, and she had to go to the police school to continue training tomorrow. For the trip to Yunnan in three days, she would have to take a lot of days off. In this way, she was practically on leave throughout her pre-job training period. Although no one else said anything, she felt embarrassed.

Brushing the pot and preparing the food, her mind was not idle. What had happened these days was like putting a big stone in her heart, and she could not move it. Bai Jia had an accident in order to save her, and then he became a chain reaction of depression.

Suzie's visit to the uk was getting closer and closer, but at this time, Su Minglang wanted to take her on a trip, and to a place as far away as Scotland. Is it really necessary to travel thousands of miles from north to south at this juncture?

And he was such a leisurely person? The more she thought about it, the more strange it became. Under the calm surface, her sixth sense had a strong uneasiness.

Vaguely, she felt that things were not that simple.

"Honey, it smells good."

His waist tightened suddenly, and the man came up from behind. His warm breath, on her neck, stirred up a thin layer of particles on her body. The corners of her lips twitched, and she shook her arms, but did not fling the man away. She could only turn her head away and stare at the man behind her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"What are you doing? Are you going to eat or not?"

"Eat." The man's sturdy body pressed against her back, his hands gripped her tightly, and his head rested on her shoulders like a spoiled child.

Tong Hua smiled lightly, tried to move a few times, and then glared at him in annoyance. "If you want to eat, just wait outside. What do you want me to do with this hug?"

"Wife..." She called out to her in a low voice. Su Minglang's voice was slightly hoarse, and her breath fell vaguely on her ear. Warm lips came up and fell behind her ears, neck, cheek, casually rubbing, lips and teeth alternately tossing and turning, busily.