Jiang Shu's heart skipped a beat. It was hard for her to imagine that a man standing in the clouds could have physical illness.
Just thinking about it was unbearable. She took a deep breath, said she went to the bathroom and returned to her room.
She called Xu Ming: "Brother Ming."
Xu Ming was a little surprised, a little embarrassed, and seemed to have some scruples, "Xiao Shu..."
"I want to ask you something. I have a friend...his mother has mental problems. How likely is it to be inherited?"
"What form of mental illness?"
"Well... he has violent tendencies, is uncontrollable, very extreme, and will beat his own children."
Xu Ming was silent for a while, "I have to ask my colleagues in the psychiatry department for you."
"Okay, then remember to tell me if you ask."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Shu put away the phone and looked out the window, but found that Fu Shiyan's figure outside was missing. She walked out of the room in a daze, opened the door, and saw a body standing in front of her.
Fu Shiyan's clothes were stained with mud, and when he looked down at her, his eyes were full of coolness.
It was a kind of calm coldness that made Jiang Shu's heart feel empty.
"...Fu Shiyan?" Did he hear it?
He was just silent. After a long time, when Jiang Shu wanted to explain, he spoke: "Who told you."
"...I...I'm not talking about..."
"Zhou Liangqi?"
Jiang Shu really wanted to clear up the relationship, but she couldn't say a word because she couldn't lie.
"Listen to me, I don't mean any harm, I just..."
Fu Shiyan raised his hand and put down the shovel without saying anything. He quietly turned around and left her sight. Jiang Shu opened his mouth. She had never seen him look so lonely and lonely.
In the following days, he did not appear again.
When Jiang Shu saw news about him again, it was about his affair with a female entrepreneur in Haicheng. The two were photographed entering a hotel together.
The design department was busy discussing gossip, but Jiang Shu was the only one who fell into the ice cellar.
These days, she wanted to have a good explanation with Fu Shiyan. She moved back to Mingyuan, but still couldn't see him. When she went to the top floor, Mu Yi was not there for some reason. The answer given by the secretary office was that Mr. Fu was not here.
On the last day before the holiday, Jiang Shu got up and went to work as usual. I don't know which servant made breakfast today, but all the dishes served on the table were Jiang Shu's taboos.
She was even more moodless and bored, holding the honey water in front of her to drink while using her other hand to edit and explain work to her subordinates.
Ju's mother knew her taste, but she didn't say anything at this time, and she could guess the deeper meaning of the story.
Suddenly feeling sad, he turned to look at the non-stop snow outside the window, thinking of the palace fight drama that Xiao Chen has been following recently.
Dozens of concubines compete for favor in the harem, intrigues and deceit take turns, and it is more about who is more scheming and who can pretend to be pitiful. The only man who moves between them has the same cunning intentions for everyone.
Whoever loses favor will see his treatment plummet.
Interesting?
It tells the story of how at a certain moment, I suddenly felt a sense of empathy for those concubines.
The movement started suddenly, and a servant suddenly said: "Mr. Fu."
Jiang Shu didn't even raise his head, holding the remaining honey water and walking back. His wrist was grabbed involuntarily, and his voice was cold and indifferent: "Eat breakfast with me first."
"I've already eaten and I'm rushing to go to work. If I'm late, my perfect attendance bonus will be deducted."
The surroundings were silent, and Ju Ma didn't dare to make a sound. The two of them in the space seemed to be performing a one-man show on TV.