Just
like the previous few times, a white light flashed and the world spun.
When he opened his eyes again, Meng Xiuwen found himself in a well-decorated living room.
Next to the television, a beautiful photo frame caught Meng Xiuwen's attention.
She walked over and picked it up. Inside was a family photo of the four of them.
Meng Xiuwen recognized Song Ying, who was only three or four years old, in the photo.
Although her facial features had changed greatly, he could still recognize her.
“!!!”Seeing this, Meng Xiuwen couldn't help but be surprised. Obviously, his previous guess was right!
From the few times Song Ying had let it slip, it could be seen that the protagonist of the story was actually herself!
She did not have a boyfriend at all. She was that sister!
Meng Xiuwen soon found a story that was close to the truth.
Because of certain things, Song Ying became dependent on her brother. As she grew older, her dependence became stronger and stronger, and she even had trouble because of it.
Until one day, she suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem, and her dependence seemed to have become a psychological illness.
She panicked. She wanted to make a change, but her dependence had become a habit. She was very powerless.
Therefore, after thinking about it for a long time, she decided to seek help from a psychiatrist.
As for why she would make up so many stories to lie to him, Meng Xiuwen guessed that it was probably because a girl was wary of strangers.
Thinking of this, he could not help but shake his head and laugh.
To be honest, Meng Xiuwen's previous impression of Song Ying was that she was beautiful. Now, he felt that he should add cute.
To be able to realize that she had a brother-con mental illness, and actively seek treatment from a psychiatrist, even willing to pay 3,000 yuan and a meal as a commission, where could one find such an interesting girl?
He did not know what the others thought, but Meng Xiuwen was tempted!
Putting aside the thoughts in his heart for the time being, he sized up the photo frame in his hand again.
It was often said that girls were like their fathers, and boys were like their mothers. Meng Xiuwen finally experienced it this time.
Song Ying's father was very handsome. On the contrary, her mother seemed ordinary. However, Meng Xiuwen could vaguely sense the scholarly aura from her. She was obviously a handsome man matched with a talented woman.
Song Ying's older brother had almost inherited his parents 'genes. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't bad either.
Meng Xiuwen touched his chin. He wasn't boasting, but he felt that he was a level more handsome than Song Ying's brother.
After seeing that this guy was not as handsome as him, Meng Xiuwen had great confidence in curing Song Ying's illness.
If he wasn't as handsome as himself, his inner qualities might not be as good as his. Why would he control a hammer? He might as well control himself!
As he thought about it, he suddenly froze.
F * ck! What was he doing?
Compared to a five or six-year-old boy in the photo? Compete in content?
Crazy!
He cursed himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and put the photo frame back in its original position.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the kitchen.
Just as Meng Xiuwen was about to go over and take a look, a tender voice sounded at the same time,"Mommy, where did Daddy go? He hasn't come home to see me for years.”
It was a childish female voice that sounded like she was only six or seven years old.
The moment she finished speaking, the kitchen fell silent.
Meng Xiuwen walked over to take a look and saw a little loli of six or seven years old wearing a pink dress. She was sitting obediently at the dining table and picking up noodles with her chopsticks.
There were traces of Song Ying in the little loli's eyes. She didn't need to look to know it was her.
Some people really grew up with pretty faces. Meng Xiuwen had no choice but to admit defeat.
There were two other people sitting at the dining table.
One was her mother, who was in her thirties, and the other was her brother, who was eight or nine years old.
The elder brother obviously knew something. After hearing his sister Song Ying's question, he lowered his head and was speechless for a long time.
Her mother was stunned for a moment before she forced a smile to hide her sadness. She patted her head.
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