Chapter: 521

"I hated it before, but I don't hate it now!" Tang Youyou bit her lip, and answered lightly.

"Why don't you hate him?"

Tang Youyou really didn't think about this question carefully, and then, she had no choice but to face the question squarely, and answered: "Because he didn't mean to hurt me, and he couldn't help it. Moreover, I have a child with him, and he is very good to the child, and he has always been very good to me."

"Are you in love with him?" Doctor Liu smiled.

Tang Youyou's empty eyes slowly gained focus. She looked at Dr. Liu, then shook her head: "I don't know if that counts as love. I'm getting along with him pretty easily and happily now."

"Okay, let's stop here today, thank you for sharing your experience, you go back first."

"That's it? Don't you need another treatment?" Tang Youyou stood up suddenly, thinking that this should not be considered treatment.

Doctor Liu immediately smiled and said: "Psychotherapy is to find the root problem and solve it. This is not the same as physical treatment. An operation and some medicine can heal the wound. Let's take it slowly. Besides, I don't think your situation is too serious. The only thing you lack is that you can't face up to your own heart. After you go back, communicate with Mr. Ji more. It is best to have a heart-to-heart exchange. Of course, you can also try to make physical contact with him, for example, hug each other every day and hold each other's hands more. , feel the warmth of the other party, which is very helpful for your treatment."

"Hug every day?" Tang Youyou's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

"It's best to be like this. For example, further actions can also be taken step by step." Doctor Liu said with a light smile.


Tang Youyou took a deep breath: "Then I will try my best, thank you, Doctor Liu, I suddenly found that after chatting with you for a day, I really feel much better. Before, I never told others about these things, and I didn't dare to say them."

"It's because you have suppressed your inner fear for a long time that your body now has a rejection instinct. Miss Tang, I think your personality is quite cheerful, and you are not a very autistic person. I believe your condition should get better after a while." Doctor Liu told her very positively.

"I hope so, thank you, Dr. Liu, then I'll go first!"

"Slow down!"

Sitting in the car, Tang Youyou looked at the sunshine outside the window, and suddenly felt that life is indeed beautiful, and she really shouldn't keep those old things in dust.

Throw away the baggage and live the simplest and lightest life, this is the most ideal life.

Night falls!

Tang Youyou decided to take part of the work home to do it!

Stepping into the living room, seeing the two little guys bouncing around in the living room, Tang Youyou couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"Mummy is back, yeah!" Tang Xiaonai ran over and hugged one of her thighs: "Mummy, don't you want to work overtime today? You won't work overtime in the future, right?"

The little guy looked at Mommy pitifully, because she felt that she couldn't see Mommy every day when she came back from class, and she was really disappointed in that mood.

Tang Youyou knew that her daughter was innocent and only thought about beautiful things.

"Mommy brought back work. If you want to see Mommy, you can come upstairs to find me, you know?"

"Well, at least, I can still see you." Tang Xiaonai nodded her head sensiblely.

Tang Xiaorui came over and said solemnly: "Mum, I just found out today that the building we saw just after getting off the plane that day is Daddy's company."

"Oh, how did you know?" Tang Youyou asked him with a smile.

"Uncle Yuan gave me an introduction to Daddy's family history. After reading it, I realized that the building belonged to Daddy."

Tang Youyou touched his little head: "Don't you want to go in and visit? Let your father take you to see it some other day."

"Is it spectacular?" Tang Xiaorui couldn't help asking curiously.

"Yes, very angry." Tang Youyou nodded and admitted. JrNovels.com