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   I saw Fu Xiao clenched his fists, his face didn't have the slightest joy, it was all solemn and serious.

  What a smart person Han Xiaoye is, he understands all at once!

   It wasn't that Fu Xiao brought Mo Xiaxia here, it was Mo Xiaxia who wanted to come, and Fu Xiao accompanied him. And now she sees Mo Xiaxia's 'normal' appearance, which is unusual. Because now her appearance is all pretended to be for Feng Yaqin to see.

The purpose of    was probably to guess that he came to see Aunt Feng, and Aunt Feng wanted to ask her.

   In order to reassure Aunt Feng, she forced herself to get up from the hospital bed and forced herself to look the same as usual...

  Han Xiaoye figured it out, and suddenly he felt as if someone had smashed his fist heavily, and the pain was about to suffocate.

   She quietly pinched her thighs, trying to suppress the sourness of her nose. Forced himself to bend the corners of his mouth, walked over, and chatted with Feng Yaqin and Mo Xixia as usual. Try to gossip in the middle, tell some funny jokes, and liven up the atmosphere. Let Feng Yaqin's attention fall on her, and pay less attention to Mo Xiaxia.

   Feng Yaqin was really amused and laughed, but she didn't realize that Mo Xiaxia's smile was too strong.

  Han Xiaoye kept peeking at her with a pair of eyes, giving her a barely-there view. I feel more distressed for her, and at the same time, I detest the mastermind behind the scenes who still don't know the name! I can't wait to catch someone and peel that person's skin off!

  Finally, Feng Yaqin is tired and needs to rest.

  Han Xiaoye quickly told Feng Yaqin to have a good rest, and went out with Mo Xiaxia and Fu Xiao.

The moment she walked out of the ward, her tense nerves relaxed a little. Looking at Mo Xiaxia again, she was restored to what she had seen before. The twilight was dark and lifeless.

  Han Xiaoye's heart was crushed again, and he really couldn't bear to see her like this again, so he said to Fu Xiao embarrassedly, "Uncle, I'm going to work, bye bye."

   "Go."

  Han Xiaoye glanced at Mo Xiaxia again, "Xiaxia, I'll go first."

   Mo Xiaxia didn't know if she heard it or not, but Han Xiaoye didn't dare to look into her eyes again and turned away.

  …

   She said that she told Fu Xiao to go to work. In fact, it was impossible to go to the company. She went out to take a taxi and went to the police station.

   sent a message to Fu Zhiyan on the way.

   When she arrived, the arrogant man was already waiting outside the police station. When she gets off the car, take her to a nearby tea restaurant.

   "Let's have breakfast first."

   "I had breakfast." Han Xiaoye couldn't wait to know the progress, so he said quickly.

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed his temples that he hadn't slept all night, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't eat, eat with me."

"……Okay."

  The tea restaurant near the police station belongs to the mid-range consumption, and the decoration style is small and fresh, which is more suitable for girls to drink water and chat. It also has a sofa seat similar to a small cubicle by the window, which is also more suitable for couples to date.

  The waiter automatically led them to the window seat, and then handed over the menu. Fu Zhiyan ordered a few random dishes, leaned on the sofa, and rested a little from the nerves that had been stretched all night.

  Han Xiaoye was also tired. She ran several times in the morning and the soles of her feet were sore. It happened that she was wearing boat shoes, so she took off her shoes without thinking, straightened her legs under the table, and began to tell Fu Zhiyan what she saw this morning. Speaking of Mo Xiaxia's situation, she was worried, "Little uncle, do you think Xiaxia will suffer from depression?"

   "I see that her spirit is very bad, and she is very worried."

  Fu Zhiyan was silent for a moment.

   He didn't think Mo Xiaxia's performance was a precursor to depression. Judging from what the little hooligan said, he felt that it was more like a major blow to his spirit, a precursor to autism.

   But Mo Xiaxia herself is an expert in psychology, so she can force herself to pretend to chat with Feng Yaqin casually. But that's what made it even more annoying. Because she is a doctor herself, and the most important thing in psychotherapy is to make patients absolutely trust the doctor and adjust their emotions with the doctor's method. Mo Xiaxia herself knew the kind of psychotherapy, and it would be particularly difficult for a psychiatrist to guide her psychologically. That is to say, it is basically impossible to rely on a psychiatrist to ease her autism. Unless she comes out of the shadow of kidnapping, the doctor can't help her.

   Seeing that the little hooligan's worried face was wrinkled into a bun, Fu Zhiyan couldn't tell her the fact that Mo Xiaxia's actual situation was more serious than she imagined.

   "Little uncle, you said that this time eldest uncle takes care of Xia Xia, will the two of them reconcile?"

   "Xia Xia has suffered so much damage this time, and the uncle can be considered a hero to save the beauty. If the two of them can reconcile because of this incident, they will be considered lucky."

   She twittered.

  Fu Zhiyan listened to her quietly, and suddenly called her expressionlessly, "Han Xiaoye."

   "Huh?" The chatter stopped, "Why?"

   "Your feet..."

   Her feet?

  Han Xiaoye moved his bare feet under the table, if it's comfortable, don't want it.

   In the next second, she felt uncomfortable.

  Because the cold man's thin lips touched up and down, "It stinks."

  "!!" Okay, so stinky? !

  Han Xiaoye was dumbfounded by what he said.

   "Puchi." The waiter who delivered the food next to him didn't hold back his laughter, and puffed up his cheeks like a blowfish. He obviously wanted to laugh, but he didn't seem to laugh, and his face flushed in just a few seconds.

   "Sir, ma'am, here comes your order."

   "Leave it."

  The waiter put the things down and glanced under the table unconsciously.

  Han Xiaoye's feet were still exposed, and when she saw him straight, his expression became richer. The laughter on his flushed face was almost unbearable, so he quickly bowed, took the time to glance at Han Xiaoye, and when he touched Han Xiaoye's eyes, he withdrew his gaze like a thief who was caught in the act.

   "Sir, if you need anything, please ring the bell at the table. I won't disturb the two of you."

   said, she seemed to have to run away.

  Han Xiaoye wanted to cry without tears.

   No matter how fast the waiter shrank, she also saw the look in her eyes at that time, and it was obvious that it was an expression of 'Emma, ​​this woman dares to take off her shoes even if she has athlete's foot, it's weird.'

   The wonderful Han Xiaoye hit him twice in a row, and was hit by a stranger at the moment of shame, and he became angry. Bai Nennen's little feet rubbed against the calf of the man opposite.

   "Smelly? Are you sure you smelled a stench, not a fragrance? Don't you think it's particularly fragrant? Just like Concubine Xiang."

  “…”

   Her feet rubbed even more cheerfully. Anyway, at ten o'clock in the morning, it was never too late. Apart from their table, there was only a table far away from them with four or five women sitting there drinking coffee and chatting.