27. Consulting...

After his son's transparent reception all morning, Ou Xingtian took advantage of his nap to return to the company to handle affairs.

On the galloping Rolls-Royce, Ou Xingtian stared straight at the laptop screen and studied very seriously.

Not like, not like! Children like this? So retarded! so annoying? It has nothing to do with my family Yier! What is written here! ? Nonsense!

After reading the webpage, Ou Xingtian's face became even more annoyed, he muttered to himself, and stared blankly at the notebook.

Bodyguard A sitting next to Ou Xingtian couldn't help but wonder: After the boss got in the car, he looked dignified and studied what he was doing along the way? Annoying him like this? ! You must know that the boss is not only in country C, but even in the whole of Asia, he is a character who calls the wind and calls the rain.

While the boss was stunned, bodyguard A secretly stretched his neck to the side and aimed at the computer screen. Seeing the title on the computer clearly, his eyes straightened, and a group of crows flew over his head.

I saw a line of eye-catching title "Children's Heart Sutra: One hundred nirvanas to tame your rebellious children!" "This~~boss~~You are not?

So, at this moment, Ou Xingtian's omnipotent tall image was disillusioned in the mind of bodyguard A.

"Azhong!" Just as the villain in the bodyguard A's heart was complaining about himself, Ou Xingtian looked at him solemnly and called out in a deep voice.

"Young Master! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!!" Thinking that he was peeking at the captured bag, Ah Zhong, also known as Bodyguard A, hurriedly lowered his head, put his hands together, and sincerely admitted his mistake.

"What are you talking about? There is no beginning or end! Let me ask you, do you have a son? How do you usually get along with your son?"

That's what I was asking about! Azhong wiped his sweat and replied quickly, "Young Master, I have a son, but I'm usually very busy and I rarely see him, so I make calls from time to time to hear his voice."

To protect the boss closely, where is the time to accompany my son! Ah Zhong's answer was full of resentment.

"Then go home and meet my son, how do you get along?" Ou Xingtian asked persistently.

"When I get home, I'll buy him a lot of gifts, and he'll be very happy. Come up and hug me and kiss me! Then I'll accompany him to unpack the gifts and play games! I'll coax him to sleep again." Ah Zhong said, showing a face Dreamy smile.

Ou Xingtian imagined the scene where his youngest son kissed and hugged himself, empathized with him, and raised a smile: "Then what gifts do you usually buy for him?"

"Oh, it's a baby walker, little building blocks, little pacifiers and those things!" Ah Zhong's face was honest and honest.

Walker? Small blocks? Small pacifier? Every time Azhong said the same thing, Ou Xingtian's face turned a little darker. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Azhong, make it clearer! How old is your son?"

Azhong scratched his head embarrassedly: "Young Master, my son is one year and three months old!"

In the carriage, the atmosphere was eerily quiet, and a flock of crows flew low. Clenching his fists with both hands, Ou Xingtian finally suppressed his thought of shooting A Zhong's head with a shot, and turned his head stiffly to look out the window.

"Young Master, I think the young master's personality is different from ordinary people. It should not be rebellious, but the kind of genius child with psychological defects. You'd better find an expert for consultation." Lan Yu, who was sitting opposite, got up inadvertently. , also glanced at the computer in the hands of the young and old, and sincerely put forward his own opinions.

For the past two days, he has been dealing with the troubles the young master has committed, and he is deeply impressed by the brilliant performance of the young master in the aisle at the back of the banquet. It is the luck of the young master and the young master to have such a gifted young son. of misfortune.

"It's still Lan Yu's opinion that there is construction! You are not as good as an unmarried young man!" Glancing at A Zhong coldly, Ou Xingtian vented his resentment for being tricked.

Ah Zhong lowered his huge head in shame and tried his best to reduce his presence in the carriage.

Ou Xingtian didn't even have time to eat lunch, so Ou Xingtian urged Lan Yu to make an appointment with the most famous psychiatrist in City B as soon as possible.

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Traceability Psychological Counseling Office

Dr. Ouyang looked seriously at the patient information of the team in his hand who wanted to undergo psychological counseling.

Ou Xingtian... God bless, not the Ou Xingtian I imagined! That is a murderous devil who kills his own father without blinking his eyes! What kind of problems could he have with his strong psychological quality? Do not make jokes! Definitely Not!

Dr. Ouyang kept comforting himself.

However, if not, who has the ability to make the few heavyweight patients who have an appointment at noon disappear collectively? Also a possibility! Thinking about it, Dr. Ouyang's face turned pale again.

"Hello doctor! I'm really sorry for the sudden change of team, but I have to rush back to the hospital to take care of my son in the afternoon, so I can only be rude!" While the doctor was still changing his face, Ou Xingtian was already pacing in. , spontaneously found a comfortable chair, bowed slightly and apologized, then sat down solemnly.

Looking at the cool, handsome, and expressionless face in front of him, the villain in Dr. Ouyang's heart burst into tears: Grandma's! It's really that Ou Xingtian! Reading magazines every day, he recognized the face in front of him when he turned to ashes.

What a fool! These days, the underworld godfather also has psychological problems? Could it be that the work pressure is too great and too many people have been killed? The doctor thought about it in a circle, trying to find a suitable angle of entry to communicate with the patient.

"May I ask Mr. Ou, do you have any questions to ask?" Feeling that no matter what angle you speak from, you may step on the mine of the man in front of him, so the doctor asked directly.

"I'm here to ask you how to get along with my son." Ou Xingtian stared at the doctor's face with a sincere expression of humbly asking for advice.