Chapter 11: Mental Illness, Don't Tempt Doctors

In a quiet alley on Wangjiang South Road, the black Phaeton slowly stopped.

Qiao Nian took off his seat belt, picked up his bag, and said to the man in the driver's seat, "Thank you."

Ye Wuchuan raised his jaw slightly, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other by the car window, the string of brown Buddha beads on his wrist wrapped around his white wrist, as if imprisoning a lazy sleeping man. lion. He glanced at the door on the side of the road, didn't see anything special about this place, and said, "Would you like me to accompany you in?"

Qiao Nian didn't want to refuse; "No, I can go in by myself."

Ye Yichuan narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Qiao Nian couldn't wait to get rid of him, closed the door, waved to him, and said, "Brother Ye, I'll go first."

"kindness."

Ye Wuchuan watched as she walked into the two-story white small western-style building, and sat in the driver's seat to take out her mobile phone.

He has lived in Beijing for a long time, but he knows the price of land around the city.

The house that Qiao Nian just entered is located in a prime location in the south of the city. Any facade in this commercial area is expensive. It is even more impossible for a place like this single-family house to be similar to a private studio.

Jiang Li told him that Qiao Nian's previous adoptive parents had a little money, but they treated her very badly, and they were reluctant to let her go to a better school.

How could she know such a place? Even seems to come often?

He took a picture of the small white mansion.

Soon, news came back.

【I know here! In a psychological clinic on Wangjiang Road, doctors are notoriously difficult to make appointments! The price charged is also expensive. Lord, are you… mentally uncomfortable? If you are mentally ill, don't be shy! 】

【roll. 】

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows after replying to the news with one hand, and looked at the girl who had already entered the door.

Psychological clinic?

expensive?

He had seen Qiao Nian's information, and it was mediocre, but after contacting her, she was nothing like what was written in the information.

He was about to reply to the message, when suddenly, the caller ID lit up on the phone screen.

Ye Wuchuan picked up the phone, his voice was low and hoarse: "What's the matter?"

"Master, little master, little master is gone!"

His face sank sharply, his jawline slashed like a knife, and he had no intention of going to the psychiatry clinic. He suddenly started the car, turned the steering wheel, and explained to the person on the other end, "Where are you?"

The black sedan went away—