Triplets: Lucky Mommy is a Beautiful Badass

Qi Qingyao never thought that Lu Yan's troubles came from this way. Once a beautiful young man like a delicate flower, he was drugged by an old lady! He left a very serious psychological shadow, so he didn't dare to eat with others, and he didn't like to drink unfamiliar things. No wonder Pei Fengtang was surprised that he left behind to ask for a meal last time in Pei Shizi's other garden.

Now, think about it from another perspective, if she was given to that by an old man before she was an adult, she would be a ptsd man in her life!

Qi Qingyao couldn't smile.

this second.

Completely began to sympathize with Lu Yan.

She was silent for a while, then said, "It's called post-traumatic stress disorder."

Holding the tea bowl, Lu Yan was stunned: "You didn't laugh at me."

Qi Qingyao smiled dryly and said, "If it weren't for you, you would feel uncomfortable when you touch people. I actually really want to hug you now, so I can comfort you. The sincere kind!"

Lu Yan: "..."

Yesterday, Dong Jing, like an old mother, said a lot of words in his ear, and he listened to it, so he asked someone to build a plaque overnight, and he took the initiative to come to her.

If she is really related to Su Hexiao.

There should be a way to cure him.

After she said all those unbearable pasts, she did not get scorned or despised. Her attitude was very sincere. Lu Yan was a little surprised.

He thought that he would get some ridicule or ridicule before he could communicate normally.

Qi Qingyao pouted and said, "I said a lot at the banquet yesterday...it's my fault. But don't blame me. I don't know your past."

"I don't blame you." Lu Yan said.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment again, Qi Qingyao drank tea, picked up a walnut cake, didn't eat it, just watched.

Thinking about how to deal with this disease.

Lu Yan couldn't help but said, "Aren't you a doctor?"

"En." Qi Qingyao nodded slightly.

Seeing that she didn't say anything useful, Lu Yan couldn't help but be confused: "You won't?"

Qi Qingyao didn't make a sound.

Lu Yan cursed in a depressed voice, "Quack doctor!"

Qi Qingyao was scolded and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hand and said, "It's not that I can't, it's just you... I can ask weakly, is that old mammy ugly?"

Lu Yan's face instantly turned pale, as if he had suffered a serious mental blow again.

Qi Qingyao hurriedly raised his hand in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, don't ask anymore."

Lu Yan coughed lightly and said, "You are not allowed to tell others about these things. I don't want others to know."

Qi Qingyao said: "Even if I'm shameless, I won't make fun of your privacy. Besides, you are my patient, and I have the responsibility to keep it secret for you."

These words felt a little hopeful, and Lu Yan asked happily, "Can it be cured?"

Qi Qingyao said casually, "There is no cure for this disease. It's just post-traumatic stress disorder."

Lu Yan couldn't believe it: "Can it really be cured?"

Qi Qingyao thought for a while, and said cautiously: "It's a bit troublesome, it probably takes a long time to overcome."

Lu Yan asked, "How to overcome it?"

Qi Qingyao asked, "How do you think I look like?"

"It's okay." Lu Yan thought about it for about five minutes before saying.

Qi Qingyao was not annoyed either, she raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a wicked smile: "Do you have any thoughts on me?"

"No." Lu Yan shook his head.

Qi Qingyao pouted, and then said leisurely: "It's fine if you don't have any ideas. Then... try holding hands?"

After speaking, he stretched out his claws and rushed in front of Lu Yan.

Lu Yan looked at the outstretched hand, but didn't have any urge to hold it, and even wanted to step back. The past in that dark night many years ago seemed to come back to his mind. Qi Qingyao noticed that his face was not right, and immediately retracted his hand. .

Lu Yan stood up and walked to the side, making sure that Qi Qingyao was not taking the initiative now. He thought for a while, and took the initiative to pull up her hand. One second, two seconds, three seconds, about five seconds, Lu Yan couldn't help but ran to her. By the flowerpot at the door, he was holding a slag bucket.

"vomit--"

"Although I know that it may be uncomfortable, but I take the initiative to contact, so it will be like this?" Qi Qingyao was a little bit shocked.

Qi Qingyao touched his chin and said, "It seems that we have to take it one step at a time."

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