My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Hearing the doctor's more terrifying presuppositions, the faces of the three became more and more serious, and Jiang Ma almost fainted in the end.

Who did her son provoke who? Why is he so pitiful? He was so ill-fated at a young age. Thinking of him being kidnapped innocently, going to work for the family, and being framed by Fuqi to be hacked all over the Internet... and now it's hard to endure In the end, the result is that he suffers from a mental illness before he can enjoy it, what can we do!

"It's all my fault. Seeing that Anzhi behaved normally, I really thought he was fine. Why was I so careless and didn't ask him how much I cared about him?"

Jiang Ma's heart is really more uncomfortable than a needle prick, but how can Jiang's father feel better?

The couple instantly aged ten years old, full of remorse.

The doctor looked at their reactions and couldn't bear to comfort him: "It's...it's not that serious. After all, An Zhi is a professional actor. He is good at adjusting his mentality, and his three views are very healthy and positive. As long as he doesn't collapse, Basically...basically those extreme ones may not succeed."

"But this hidden danger is still very worrying. Is there any way to alleviate it?"

"In his case, maybe starting a family of his own would be a sort of environmental intervention."

The doctor's words made Jiang Ma's eyes light up instantly.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, we must let our son get married this year!

...

Jiang Anzhi didn't expect that after finally having three days of rest, Jiang Ma was waiting for him in the apartment in the imperial capital.

Seeing Jiang Ma's desperate expression, Jiang Anzhi felt bad, and guessed that the second elder was going to do something wrong.

Sure enough, when he was seated, Jiang Ma slapped a list on the table.

Jiang Anzhi glanced at it lightly, it was his list of medicines, he moved his brows slightly and wanted to say something, but Jiang Ma interrupted him.

"I know what you want to say, don't say those comforting words, I won't listen."

Jiang Anzhi looked up, only to realize that his mother's eyes were red and swollen, she must have been crying not long ago, and his father's face was also depressed, Jiang Anzhi moved his lips and finally fell silent.

"I don't need to ask the reason, but I also tell you one thing clearly. I only have one son like you. If you have any troubles, I will follow you immediately. It is impossible for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. No one!"

"Mom." Jiang Anzhi frowned slightly to express helplessness at his mother's extreme words: "You think too much, I'm not depressed and I don't want to commit suicide."

"Yes, you don't have it now, but I heard that depression starts with being unable to sleep and taking a lot of medicine, and let's not talk about illusory expectations, let's discuss it based on reality. A person who doesn't sleep all day long, and wants to sleep has to be How long do you think he can live with drugs?"

Jiang Anzhi thought about how to comfort his agitated mother, but in the end he could only offer helpless consolation: "I also know it's serious, and I'll be fine in the future."

"You are like this! You are bored in your heart and don't communicate with us. I know that you, a big star, look down on me, a housewife who is bored at home all day, and you don't even bother to talk to me about the bottom of my heart. I don't expect you to give What promise do I..."

Hearing Jiang Ma's angry words, Jiang Anzhi powerlessly interrupted.

"Mom, there is no doubt that I respect and love you. At worst, I'll just listen to everything you say in the future. Can you calm down?"

As soon as Jiang Anzhi finished speaking, Jiang Ma slapped another document bag out of her bag.