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The rumbling thunder was wrapped in a bright lightning, exploding over the Binhai City.

The sky and the earth are in front of the sky, and the rain is pouring. The roads in the city are full of water, with few vehicles and pedestrians disappearing.

Mu Qingchen's mouth was dry, and his expression seemed to be worried about the weather. He put down the car window and threw away the cigarette butt. In almost a moment, the rain drifted into the car wet one of his sleeves. He hurriedly closed it and looked at the watch on his wrist again.

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning, and it was agreed that it was nine o'clock, but the weather was as dark as dusk. It made his mood extremely poor. He looked at the time again and again. The beating seconds hand seemed to bring him anxiety, making him restless. When he reached into the cigarette box in the storage lattice of the car, he found nothing. When he looked again, the cigarette box was empty.

At this time, when the phone came, he quickly answered it, and he was happy on his face. He got out of the car, hurried to the foyer of the office building with an umbrella, regardless of the rain that was overwhelming.

Because of the rainy day, this office building seems to be sparsely populated, with an umbrella in the hall and going up the floor. He was like obsessive-compulsive disorder and was muttering the address he was going to, Building B, Floor 21, Room 2121.

His heartbeat accelerated as the target approached. Mu Qingchen seemed to have an illusion in a trance, just like he was notified to be present by his son's class teacher phone number more than ten years ago and was notified to be present by the school's academic affairs office. Every time, more than ten years of time flashed by, and everything was changing. Only when he was a father, he still had that uneasy mood. When he left the elevator, he stopped like a conditioned reflex. The shameful feeling of pushing open the door of the class teacher's office came back to his heart, which made him muster up a lot of courage to knock on the door of Room 2121.

Gold-stitching door sign: Feng Changxiang Psychological Counseling Room.

Behind the door is Feng Changxiang, a well-known psychologist in the city.

The door opened in response, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a white face without beard stood at the door. Mu Qingchen didn't expect to be so young. He was a little stunned. The other party smiled and reached out to hold his hands, asked him to sit in the room, smiled and asked him to sit down, and said with a smile: "Boss Mu, you don't think that a psychologist should also have a childish face, and his fairy-like style."

Feng Changxiang sat down with a row of bookshelf behind him. The people showed an extremely elegant and smiled with a confident smile. Mu Qingchen felt embarrassed and quickly shook his hand and said, "No, Dr. Feng, it's a bit strange that you misunderstood. It's raining so heavily, you're still here."

"That means that I'm not as good as being willful." Feng Changxiang smiled, curled up his hand on the table, and looked at Mu Qingchen. Boss Mu lowered his head as if he was ashamed.

When seeing a psychologist, you must have a heart disease, but this boss Mu's heart disease seems to be blind.

The cause of the disease, Dr. Feng took a delicate tablet in his hand. He looked through it and observed Mu Qingchen's expression from time to time. The tablet showed a very handsome, energetic and sunny boy, like the male protagonist of an idol drama.

This is the root of the disease. Lao Mu's son Xiao Mu is deep in the wood forest.

I have read it page by page. I have to say that this father was very dedicated. He has kept a lot of photos, transcripts, school records, and dozens of pages of records record his son Mulinshen's growth experience. He was a junior high school in this city, studied high school in Singapore, studied art in the Netherlands, and then went to the United States to study economics. On the last page, he obtained a master's degree from a university in the United States. In the photo, the sunny boy has grown into a handsome young man, with thick eyebrows and hangs on his nose than the male protagonist in idol dramas, such as heroic and handsome combinations.

Of course, ideals and reality are out of touch. Under the combination of all temperaments, his father is so angry.

"Boss Mu, our communication should be honest, what do you think?" Feng Changxiang said carefully.

Mu Qingchen was a little nervous and nodded and said, "Of course, you don't need to avoid family embarrassment."

"On the surface, he is a very excellent son, but the result should be counterproductive. I only see the appearance, but I can't see the cause. Without the cause, I can't find the cause. You don't mind me asking you," asked Dr. Feng.

"It's nothing, I just raised a prodigal son."

Mu Qingchen opened up the conversation. When the boss, who had a billion yuan, talked about family affairs, it was no different from an ordinary person. He looked sad and said in a long and verbose manner:

"Fuck he went early. I always thought that the root cause of the disease was here. I have been in this city for almost thirty years. I started to buy a small shop and kept working until the age of this. The child was very popular. The two of us were busy. The child was doing homework in the hotel and studying. When he was in junior high school, his mother was seriously ill. That illness, both of us almost couldn't get through what we owe her. I worked hard for more than ten years and had not enjoyed a few days of blessing. I just went there. You don't know. When she left, she couldn't even close her eyes when she was about to look at her son. I knew her thoughts. I was afraid that I would find a stepmother for the child. The child would suffer."

"Wait, stop and stop for a shorter time." Dr. Feng interrupted Lao Mu's statement. The prodigal son was also in his heart. He said that he was so emotional that he almost wiped his nose and cried. He asked directly: "When will you remarry after your wife die?"

"At more than three years, my son had already gone abroad." Mu Qingchen said.

After staying for three years, this result has surprised Feng Changxiang. He asked: "When your son was not abroad, would you ever have such a situation? You were with other women. Being hit by him has a great impact on minors, especially during the time when he lost his close relative."

"This" Mu Qingchen choked again, pulled out a tissue, blew the handful, and then remained silent.

Psychologists make a living by spying on other people's secrets. No need to ask, the embarrassment at this time is the best answer.

There should be, Feng Changxiang thought of this, even adults could not bear it if they suddenly lost their loved ones, let alone a minor. No one can replace his mother in the heart of a minor.

This is the source of the disease, which is the same as Feng Changxiang's inference, but it stumped him. This is the most difficult to solve.

Mu Qingchen couldn't wait and said straight: "Doctor Feng, I'm here to solve my son's problem. I'm an adult, there's no problem. I've done my best to my first wife. In the past ten years, my heart has almost fucked him. I really don't care how much it costs. The problem is, I haven't reached the level of spending all my life."

"Haha, then okay, let's talk about your son." Feng Changxiang said in a different topic.

"Where to start with this?" Mu Qingchen's grief suddenly became resentful.

"Let's start with going abroad. Can you tell me why I transferred to school several times and still had to send it abroad." Feng Changxiang asked.

"I don't want to do it either. I didn't have a school to accept him. I was sent to the best No. 9 Middle School. His grades were getting worse and worse, and he learned to drink and smoke. As a result, the school said that he would not have anyone else. He persuaded him to withdraw and then transferred to the Forty Middle School. I don't know why he learned to steal things again, and he also specialized in stealing girls' things. Oh, I slapped my old face. Is our family a shortage of money? I transferred to three ordinary high schools in a row, and only stayed for three months at most. I had no choice. I paid a high price to send him to the aristocratic school. As a result, this time it was even more direct. I couldn't handle the amount of money, and the people fired them directly." Mu Qingchen said gritting his teeth.

"Why is it because of stealing something?" Feng Changxiang asked curiously.

"No, teasing the female teacher has gone from writing love letters to lifting someone's skirts." Mu Qingchen said embarrassedly because he had done something bad.

This time it was Feng Changxiang's turn to be choked. A child's personality changes have to be his reasons, but it is not so outrageous.

He looked at Mu Qingchen and asked at a speed to eliminate the embarrassment: "Later, I read the resume and I barely finished my studies in Singapore, so why don't I receive a college education there?"

"He drove drunk and was whipped, and the environment was stained. It was not like our country, where you could erase it with some money." Mu Qingchen said, his expression was extremely embarrassing, which shows how bad his son was.

Now it’s time for Feng Changxiang to feel that it’s not easy for him to be a father. He comforted him: “That should make him understand. I think he has artistic cells. The pictures in the photos are good, and I learned them in the Netherlands.”

"You don't know why he went to the Netherlands. It's not for the sake of learning art. I only found out later." Mu Qingchen said angrily.

"What's the reason?" Feng Changxiang was surprised.

"It's legal to visit the red light district. This bastard takes a few paintings every month and asks me for money. When I go there, I realize that he doesn't even have a brush in his residence and learns art. He just goes to the point of being ignorant." Mu Qingchen said in a panic, unable to comment.

"What's going on later?"

"I asked him to come back, but he would never come back and study in the United States. When I think I would make things difficult for me when I come back, I might as well go and study."

"So I went."

"Ah, how else can I study abroad? Isn't it all the money at home?"

Feng Changxiang almost laughed. He held it in his mouth and tried to recall the shining points of this weird son, but he couldn't find it. He said carefully: "The diploma you provided seems to have some problems with Abraham Lincoln University, yes."

Abrahainlnuniver private ty Feng Changxiang looked carefully at the line of English on the photo and did not say it. At this time, this rich father said embarrassingly than losing all his wealth: "Don't mention it, I consulted industry insiders some time ago and found out that they said that as long as you pay for this diploma, you can do it, whether you are an individual or a dog."

Lao Mu lowered his head dejectedly and said weakly. The journey from hope to disappointment to despair came to an end.

At this time, Feng Changxiang couldn't laugh at all. In his eyes when he looked at Mu Qingchen, there was only a deep sympathy and compassion. He couldn't even bear to look at him, for fear of embarrassing him, embarrassing him, and sad him.
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