Qin Meng's eyes lingered on the two of them, and she saw something was wrong.

The love in Jiang Yan's eyes fell back on the beautiful girl in front of her with better temperament.

It turns out that he doesn't just love that person, but he can also fall in love with other people.

It's just that this other person has never been myself.

Looking at her injured eyes, Jiang Yan felt heartbroken. Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he said calmly: "Yes."

As if struck by lightning, Jun Morou opened her mouth slightly.

Jiang Yan said lightly: "Don't blame your sister-in-law. This is wishful thinking on my part. The last time you confessed to me and I rejected her, she was very angry. She is really good to you."

"So you still like her?"

Before Jiang Yan could say anything, Qin Meng came up and interrupted, "Of course I like it, otherwise how could he keep rejecting you and me."

"Qin Meng!" Jiang Yan roared angrily.

Jun Morou felt so distressed that she took out the hand held by him and ran away crying.

Jiang Yan hurriedly chased him out.

"Mo Rou, wait."

On the corridor outside the hospital, Jun Morou couldn't shake Jiang Yan's hand away, so she raised her foot and kicked him.

"Don't touch me. If you don't like me, why should you kiss me?"

"You bastard."

"Go away."

Letting her be punched and kicked, Jiang Yan hugged her and held her tightly in his arms.

"Who said I don't like you."

"From the day your sister-in-law rejected me, I withdrew my thoughts from her until you broke in and slowly fell in love with you."

"I didn't realize it at the beginning of the period, until I saw you dating that man that night. I felt very sad and I couldn't sleep for three days and three nights."

"Then today you brought him directly and said you were your boyfriend. I couldn't bear it anymore. Only now did I realize that I had already fallen in love with you."

Jiang Yan's words made Jun Morou so shocked that she burst into tears.

She never thought that he would like her, and she never dared to imagine that her efforts would be reciprocated.

Never thought...

Jun Morou kissed him excitedly.

...

It's getting late.

Wen Xin had finished cooking and was going to ask Jun Mohan to come out to eat. When she heard Jun Mohan's excited voice coming from his bedroom, she leaned over uneasily and listened.

"Bo Jingshen, you are always so self-righteous."

"Always act like you know everything and can control everything?"

"It's ridiculous to think you know me well."

"You will never have to worry about my affairs. As for her, I don't want to see her either."

After hanging up the phone, Jun Mohan threw the phone on the bed and stood by the window with one hand on his chest and the other hand on his forehead.

His brows were so furrowed that he could kill a few flies.

As for how Bo Jingshen knew about his condition?

He really didn't understand.

Wen Wen won't say, after all, they are not familiar with each other.

Who else is there?

Is it the psychiatrist?

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open by Wen Xin. He raised his head and looked at the woman who walked in, feeling warm in his heart.

Fortunately, she was with me.

"Did your brother call just now?"

Jun Mohan looked at her and said nothing.

"Sorry, I just asked you to eat, and then I accidentally overheard."

"fine."

He walked forward tiredly, hugged her and walked outside.

At the dining table, he served her food. Wenxin could see that he was in a bad mood, but couldn't help but ask.

"What does he want to see you for?"

Jun Mohan's hand holding the rice shook, and his eyes fell on the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs on the table. After a long time, he said: "He knew about my illness, wanted to help me, and asked me to see his mother."

"This is a good thing!" Wenxin said urgently, "But how did he know?"

"I can't figure it out either. Only you, me and the psychiatrist know about this. It's impossible for you or me to tell you."

Wen Xin's eyes lit up, "Could it be that the psychiatrist was right?"

"possible."

"Then how did you know him?"

"Introduced by Mo Chen."

As soon as he said this, Jun Mohan suddenly realized, "It seems that Mo Chen talked too much with him, and then he introduced the doctor."

"Bo Jingshen cares about you very much. Uncle, if you want to resolve your psychological shadow, you should go see them."

Jun Mohan opened his mouth and lowered his head, not knowing what to say?

On the one hand, there is the illness, which is about warmth, lifelong happiness, and the future heirs of the Jun family.

On the other hand, there are grudges from the previous generation, and he still can't let go of his father's affair with that woman.

He thought too much that he couldn't even eat. He held a bowl of rice and ate it for a long time.

You feel warm in your heart but it’s hard to say anything?

She didn't want to put pressure on him and cause him to think wildly. Anyway, she would support him no matter what the outcome was.

She picked up some vegetables for him and said warmly: "Uncle, if you don't want to treat it, we won't treat it."

"In the worst case, we go to an orphanage to adopt a child."

Jun Mohan raised his eyelids, "Do you really think so?"

"That's about our lifelong married life and children."

She smiled warmly and held his hand, "I didn't lie to you."

That night, Jun Mohan was moved by the warm words and thought about it all night.

In the end, he decided to face it calmly and his condition was cured. That brother...

After sighing, Jun Mohan sent a message to Bo Jingshen at around five o'clock in the morning.

Jun Mohan: [I will go to your house to find you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.]

As a policeman, Bo Jingshen, who keeps his phone on and off 24 hours a day, was woken up by the sound of messages. He picked up his phone and looked at it, and instantly he felt no sleepiness at all.

The light from the mobile phone screen reflected on his face, and he smiled.

I happily responded to the message.

Bo Jingshen: [Okay, brother is waiting for you. By the way, prepare your favorite milk fan. My friend in Dali sent it and I will keep it for you. 】

【By the way, remember to bring your wife, she is very nice.】

Looking at this message, Jun Mohan didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't expect that he still remembered that he liked breast fans.

Wen Xin turned over and woke up from her dream. She saw Jun Mohan looking at his phone in a daze. In the darkness, she asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Can't sleep."

"Did you lose sleep because of Bo Jingshen?"

Wen Xin waited for his answer. After a moment, he said calmly: "I promised to be at his house at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. It's time to face it."

"You will come with me then."

Wen Wen was overjoyed, held his hand, turned over, rested her chin on his chest and said, "Uncle, that's great."

"As long as you can figure it out, you can go up a mountain of swords or go down a frying pan."

Jun Mohan threw away the phone, turned over and pushed her down, saying ambiguously: "Do you really hope that I can cure her?"
To be continued...