After Xu Sichen left school, he went back to the hotel and took a shower. He usually stayed in the presidential suite of the hotel because it was more convenient than living at home.

He was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window wrapped in a bath towel, with an unobstructed view of his excellent figure. At this time, he was blowing out smoke rings, his short black hair was wet, and the tips of his hair were still dripping...

At this time, the alarm clock on his mobile phone rang. He lowered his eyes and saw that the appointed time was coming soon. He liked to be on time.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Sichen appeared in a private psychotherapy room.

In front of him is a female psychologist. She has short hair, neat hair, light makeup, lightly pursed lips, and a curvy figure...

Xu Sichen was wearing a gray shirt and black suit, and was sitting on a chair with a massage function.

"Hello, my name is Mu Xue. We talked before." Mu Xue said as she stretched out her hand and raised the corners of her mouth with a polite smile.

Xu Sichen closed his eyes. He wanted to restrain the inexplicable restlessness in his body: "Now that you understand it, don't waste time."

His time is very valuable, and he doesn't have time to waste on unimportant things.

Mu Xue closed the curtains, holding an ornament in her hand, chatting with Xu Sichen.

Xu Sichen was also very cooperative. Mu Xue asked what he said.

Mu Xue's voice is gentle and gentle, like the spring breeze, which makes people feel comfortable listening to it...

"What was the saddest thing for you when you were a child?" The ornament in Mu Xue's hand was gently swaying. She did not deliberately wave it in front of Xu Sichen's eyes, which would only make him more alert.

Xu Sichen thought carefully, then frowned: "My mother was sitting on the bed holding me with a fever. My father came home and asked her for money. She said that the child had no money for medical treatment. As a result, he was dragged and beaten by his father. He was beaten everywhere.

It's blood."

Mu Xue nodded slightly: "Please continue."

Xu Sichen frowned, holding the armrests of the chair tightly with his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"My mother was afraid that I would be implicated, so she defended me with all her might. Her eyes were filled with despair. Later, my father became more and more angry when he beat me. My mother had no strength to protect me. I was kicked away and when I woke up, I was in trouble.

Already in the hospital."

Xu Sichen tried to keep his tone calm.

Mu Xue's expression did not change. She had seen too many families of her origin where the father was violent. Some even tortured their own children. The mother was afraid and helped hide the bodies.

"What is it that makes you feel scared?" The ornament in Mu Xue's hand hit back and forth, making a tinkling sound.

Xu Sichen's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he said calmly: "I'm afraid of being alone."

Mu Xue's voice was warm: "If you're tired, take a nap first, and we'll continue when you wake up."

The massage chair slowly tilted backwards. Xu Sichen was really sleepy, so he adjusted his posture and fell asleep.

Mu Xue walked up to Xu Sichen, put her lips against his ear, and whispered...

Xu Sichen's lips were slightly open and his voice was unclear, but it was not difficult to tell that he was answering a question.

"How do you deal with your psychological pressure? Is there any way to relax you and make you worry-free?"

Mu Xue put her hands on the chair. Generally, people like this tend to be more or less violent. After all, they grew up in such an environment. Taking his father as an example, he used his fists to solve all problems.

For people like Xu Sichen who are mentally ill, if he is not released, he will suffer from severe depression or bipolar disorder over time.

Those who are serious will become disgusted with the world and thus be liberated.

Their world is different from that of normal people, and they look at problems from a different perspective. They are very pessimistic, and they prepare for the worst in everything, and there are no surprises.

When you are alone, you will have random thoughts, self-doubt and self-judgment. For some people, the result of the trial is "it will be better if you die"...

Xu Sichen's eyelids moved slightly and he answered Mu Xue's question vaguely: "Xing, you can relax."

Mu Xue held up her face. It turned out that she relied on this to vent her dissatisfaction and pressure...

Some people will yell, smash things, or even self-mutilate in severe cases to find relief.

Xu Sichen has money, so he doesn't have to make himself so embarrassed like a madman, he can use money to find a way to release himself.

But once this starts, it's hard to stop.

When he loses control of his emotions, when he is anxious, or when he is stressed, he will find someone to accompany him and release his stress.

Mu Xue pursed her lips and said softly: "Go to sleep."

Xu Sichen didn't speak again and slept deeply...

Mu Xue sat back on the chair. Xu Sichen was not easy to treat. He needed a lot of self-control, but obviously he didn't have it.

He needs to quit his own way of venting, but his body is used to it, and with a little stimulation, he will want to find someone to release.

From the body to the mind, it is a very long process.

If he doesn't rely on sex, he will use other methods, such as violence, smashing things, beating people, etc. After all, he also has problems in his heart.

Mu Xue picked up the phone and walked out. Pei Xiuyan had told him in advance to call him after reading it.

Ye Yuncheng was holding Pei Xiuyan's cell phone. When it rang, she answered it.

"Good evening, Mr. Pei." Mu Xue stood in the corridor.

Ye Yuncheng touched his belly and said politely: "Sorry, I am Pei Xiuyan's lover. He went to the laboratory and did not bring his mobile phone."

Mu Xue raised her eyebrows, "Pei Xiuyan can do it. His voice is tender and doesn't sound very loud. He looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old at most."

There was also a day when he stepped into a thunder pool and crossed the line.

Ye Yuncheng's voice is so delicate...

Mu Xue said softly: "Hello, Mrs. Pei, I am a psychiatrist. When Mr. Pei comes back, please ask him to call me back."

Ye Yuncheng sat up and said, "I'm sorry, but did Pei Xiuyan see a psychiatrist?"

Pei Xiuyan won't be sick, why doesn't she know...

Ye Yuncheng's voice was full of worry and anxiety.

Mu Xue listened to the sweet voice coming from the phone and couldn't help but want to laugh: "It's not Pei Zong's cousin, Xu Sichen."

The mental arithmetic that Ye Yuncheng was holding fell back. She then asked: "How is Xu Sichen? Is it serious?"

I usually look healthy, why am I getting sick...

Mu Xue sighed: "It's a bit serious."

Because the psychiatrist wanted to protect the patient's privacy, he didn't say much to Ye Yuncheng.

At this moment, Pei Xiuyan opened the office door.

Before Ye Yuncheng could speak, Pei Xiuyan kissed him on the lips...

Pei Xiuyan's voice was hoarse: "Do you miss your husband?"

Ye Yuncheng covered Pei Xiuyan's mouth. Before she could hang up, the psychiatrist opposite was still listening.

Mu Xue: "..."
Chapter completed!