Became a vicious male mother

36. Psychological counseling

The child on the sofa was none other than Xu Mufeng, who had just bitten him.

Xu Mufeng was thin and frail, his hands were bound with several ropes, and his hair was disheveled. He looked like he had been struggling for a long time.

Upon seeing Gu Xinglan, he jumped up with a "whoosh".

He didn't know where he twisted, but he heard a "crack" from his bone, and Xu Mufeng's face scrunched up.

"You're insane! Let me go!"

Without saying a word, Gu Xinglan untied the person.

"Where is the person who brought you here?" Seeing that the person on the sofa was not moving, he guessed that his body had gone numb from being here for a long time.

"Is the person with the pale face and soft hair, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and black leather shoes, the one who brought you here?" Gu Xinglan asked softly, afraid of upsetting the person on the sofa.

Upon hearing the description, Xu Mufeng's face hardened with ruthlessness.

Who would have thought that a sickly man could move so quickly, pinning him to the ground and tying him up in just a few moves?

"Goo~"

Gu Xinglan was still trying to gradually open the child's heart when she was caught off guard by the sound of his stomach growling. She laughed and said, "Are you hungry? Let me give you something to eat first."

The plastic box containing the sugar water was still slightly warm. He got up and walked to the table to open the box.

"Hey, I won't go on the show, and I'll never acknowledge you as my father. Forget about it."

Behind me came words spoken through gritted teeth.

Gu Xinglan smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Am I that old?"

Unfortunately, the child on the sofa had absolutely no patience for Gu Xinglan and hated her joking around.

Just now, based on this person's tone of voice and various behaviors, Xu Mufeng immediately classified Gu Xinglan as an easy target.

When dealing with a soft persimmon, you should squeeze it until it bursts, or better yet, grind it into powder.

"If you don't want to be burgled or smothered to death by several people with pillows in the middle of the night, you might as well give it a try."

"I mean what I say." Xu Mufeng's tone was as simple as eating or drinking: "I dare to kill, do you dare?"

Age is a hurdle.

Before the threshold, one can do as one pleases; after the threshold, one must tread carefully.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xinglan stopped moving, and the smile on her face faded.

This is getting more and more outrageous.

"Who says I don't dare?"

Gu Xinglan turned her head, hands behind her back: "There are no security cameras here. Did you leave on your own? Or were you sold? What does it have to do with me? I have the owner of the dessert shop who can provide an alibi. Who would know that I..."

It was probably because Gu Xinglan's tone changed abruptly.

The whole room became cold and damp.

Xu Mufeng glared at him coldly, but his numb fingers curled up slightly.

"If you get lost, will your mother come looking for you? Or your father?"

"Why don't you speak?"

Gu Xinglan bent down, her eyes cold, and slowly pulled her hands out from behind her back.

That fragrant breeze, which was originally both intoxicating and frightening, has now become an invisible knife.

Xu Mufeng became more sober. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly when Gu Xinglan withdrew her hand.

The subconscious action made me think more and more, and I got angrier and angrier at myself for being so useless.

He could have pretended to give in and then taken another bite out of the person, preferably biting off all the flesh and leaving it bleeding profusely.

Let this person know that he is not someone you can approach casually, and he is not someone you can treat like a stray cat or dog, someone you can just give a little sunshine and expect him to follow you wholeheartedly.

But what did he take this person for?

Was it because someone was caring for him so tenderly for the first time? Was it a longing for the two people in that dilapidated house to treat him like this? Or was there a little expectation deep down? An expectation that this person could truly become a certain role, making an unattainable fantasy come true just once?

It was as if he had practiced countless times that when the palm strike came, he could turn his head to minimize the damage to his face.

One second, two seconds.

The air seemed to stand still for a long time.

The imagined palm strike did not materialize; instead, a warm, delicate, and sweet steam, which one often smelled but could never taste when passing by an alleyway, filled the nostrils.

"Your acting is good. You are very talented. Of course, I am also very talented."

Xu Mufeng opened his eyes a crack, and a figure could be seen through the crack.

Like a red-hot branding iron, it instantly rippled through his heart.

"Drink up." Gu Xinglan placed the bowl of sweet soup in front of the child, her gaze softening, but losing its previous purity, now tinged with an undeniable seriousness: "But what you just said was wrong, you know? Those harsh words seem powerful, seem to protect you, but they're actually sugar coating poison. You've wrapped yourself up like a hedgehog, pricking anyone who comes near. But have you ever thought about what you'll do if one day you encounter someone equipped with armor, unafraid of your pricking, and even willing to pull out your quills?"

"Isolating yourself and keeping yourself in a state of resistance to everyone may seem like building a strong armor for yourself, but in reality, it's locking yourself in a lonely cage..."

"Lonely?"

Xu Mufeng interrupted as if he had heard something amusing, saying, "Who do you think you are? Are you in charge of the seaside or the sky? Do you think everyone is like you, still dependent on you, expecting others to eat with you, sleep with you, go to the toilet with you, and play house with you?"

"Correct!"

Gu Xinglan put on a stern face: "Are you willing to accompany me?"

Xu Mufeng was speechless after being bet on him. After a long while, he said, "If you can't give a long-term guarantee, don't give people hope so easily..."