Starlight is not as good as your allure

Chapter 3
Ye Qiao said: "I don't like to drink carbonated drinks, and I can't drink alcohol. Of course I can't drink it."

Zhou Ting laughed in the night wind: "Okay, listen to the patient."

Ye Qiao was still wearing the dress she wore for the launch conference, so she naturally wanted to go out.

Zhou Ting scrutinized her from head to toe: "Just wear this out?"

"Ah."

A one-shoulder short skirt and a small dress with a snow gauze knot on the shoulders, it looks a little formal when going to a light meal, but it is not like running away from marriage.

The two took the elevator down from the top floor, and along the way came a group of young white-collar workers who had just attended the wedding banquet. They glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally, probably recognizing Ye Qiao.Zhou Ting took her into his arms and said to those people, "I'm a woman. Do I look like a celebrity?" Those people thought he was crazy, but he laughed to himself. It was like being pinched by Ye Qiao. As if she didn't feel any pain, she lowered her head and sniffed in her hair: "The smell of alcohol is quite strong, how much did you drink just now?"

"You let go." Ye Qiao suppressed his voice and failed to break his hand, thinking that he seemed to be drinking too much.

In the underground garage, a Maserati just drove in.

Zhou Ting glanced deeply at the license plate and helped her buckle up her seat belt.

Ye Qiao keenly caught his attention just now: "What, do you know me?" She paid attention to the license plate of the car, which was from a neighboring city, and the letters in front seemed to represent a military region.Is it a car with a military plate?She memorized it carefully, but couldn't tell which unit it belonged to.

Zhou Tingshen didn't answer, stepped on the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel for half a turn in a chic and smooth motion: "What do you eat?"

Ye Qiao vaguely felt that his answer was irrelevant, but hunger overcame curiosity: "Whatever."

He raised his eyebrows.Whatever a woman says is troublesome.

Ye Qiao didn't expect that he was really casual enough, as if he deliberately wanted to take revenge on her.

Near 23 o'clock, even the wind and rain in Lingcheng seemed to be tired, and it stopped at night.

Driving out of the commercial district, there are only a few lights in the residential buildings on the street, and the white and green signs of the 24-hour convenience store pass by, and the doors are deserted.

Zhou Ting turned into a small road, which is the food street at the side entrance of C University of Zhongben High School in Lingcheng.Many restaurants selling supper are still open, and there are vendors selling barbecue in the middle of the road. When the business is at its best, there is acrid and food-smelling smoke everywhere.

A scene of fireworks in the world.

Zhou Tingshen parked the car in front of an Internet cafe with ease and took her along the street.

There are open-air pavilions on the street, with wooden tables and chairs, some sell skewers, fruit, and there are tables and stoves selling barbecue.The customers are all young, probably college students from the nearby college. They come out to have dinner and spend the night together in the early morning, chatting and drinking, laughing and shouting endlessly.

He took her to the end and sat down in front of a shop with fewer customers.

Ye Qiao's dress was provided by a sponsor, costing 3 yuan. It was said that it could not be dry-cleaned, washed, ironed, or baked, and could only be wiped with a damp cotton cloth.

She put 3 yuan on the half-wet wooden bench and looked around for a week: "Are you here to eat hot pot?" She laughed again, "Like an old monster out of a hole to spy on little elves."

There is a couple of college students across the table. Each of them has a small hot pot on the table, chatting while eating.The little girl didn't move her chopsticks much, and kept looking at the boy with a sweet smile facing thirty degrees upward.

Zhou Ting bit a pencil deeply, looked down at an old plastic-wrapped menu, and handed it to her: "What do you want to eat?"

Ye Qiao had no choice but to take another pencil out of the barrel, and joked while hooking it: "Did you ever hear that when you were a child, biting a pencil will make you stupid?"

"That's how you bite." He held the pencil between his fingertips like a cigarette, made a gesture with his mouth, and then bit back again sideways.He also felt that being serious with her must be out of his mind, so he picked up a pencil and inserted it into the barrel, playing it smartly.A half-used pencil fluttered between his slender fingers like some kind of magic trick.

Ye Qiao only glanced at his posture of biting the pencil horizontally, and commented, "Like Desa."

Zhou Ting scolded deeply: "That's a dog like me."

The same didn't work.

Ye Qiao only dared to mutter in her heart.When this person is in a good mood, his mind is not much stronger than Zheng Xishuo's, but when he gets angry, he can't beat a scourge.It's just that tonight she bid farewell to the past, standing in a high-rise building facing the vast crowd, she has nowhere to go, and it doesn't matter if she is with him.

Her current mood was strangely open in the night breeze and the smell of hot pot.Although she didn't know why, it was a good thing. She didn't want to spoil it, so she quickly hooked the dish and the bottom of the pot on the paper, and handed it back.

Zhou Ting asked deeply, "What to drink?"

Ye Qiao asked, "What?"

"Beer and soda."

Ye Qiao shook her head: "I don't drink carbonated drinks. Bar."

Zhou Ting stared deeply at her, whose cheeks were slightly flushed from the last round of alcohol, and didn't write: "Didn't you have surgery, you can drink wine?"

Ye Qiao said: "I don't like to drink carbonated drinks, and I can't drink alcohol. Of course I can't drink it."

Zhou Tingshen laughed in the night wind, and his clear laughter caused the couple at the next table who were focused on eating to turn their heads back.

He swiped a pen and said, "Okay, listen to the patient."

He pretended to say that she was sick.

Ye Qiao didn't care.People in the world are sick anyway, milder illnesses are called hobbies, and those that don't hinder people are called hobbies.Only those who bite are called neuropathy.

Zhou Tingshen handed the menu to the waiter, who recognized him and said, "Okay! Yours is still the same, right?"

He nodded and turned his gaze to Ye Qiao, as if he guessed that she would look at him at this moment.

Ye Qiao put away all the surprises and speculations in her heart, and only said, "It's quite far from the hotel, can you hurry back?"

Of course she wouldn't go back to the hotel herself.

"Are you nervous about me?"

Ye Qiao smiled "heh", "Are you leaving your post without authorization?"

Zhou Ting was not willing to explain, but instead helped her smear himself along the pole, his eyes were evil and beautiful: "Why are you nervous. You women naturally like to wait, the more you wait, the more excited you are."

Ye Qiao's calm expression suddenly changed in his teasing words.

Zhou Ting knew he had guessed right: "You just look like you've lost your relationship today." He said and asked the waiter to add two more bottles of wine.

A few days ago, when Ye Qiao said that he was poached, he pretended to be talking and laughing, not knowing what he was trying to do.Today, he showed his frustration generously.

He felt that she seemed to like to make things difficult for him.

Sadness, joy, pain, emotion, love and hate.

I endured it all, and felt at ease, thinking that others would not be able to see it.

Ostriches are more free and easy than her.

What kind of trauma does this have to deal with?
The girl at the table next to her suddenly let out an annoyed cry, stood up and walked this way.

She approached Ye Qiao with a smile, without any stage fright at all: "Sister, I lost the truth or dare game with my classmate, so I want your phone number for him. Can you give it to me?"

my classmate.So they weren't couples?

Ye Qiao took a deep look at Zhou Ting on purpose.A man and a woman sit together, and the woman is asked for her phone number. This not only shows that the woman is beautiful, but also shows that the man is not deterrent.Although the two of them can't even be counted as ordinary friends, with Zhou Tingshen's personality, no matter what, they shouldn't play around with a lighter and pretend nothing is wrong.

She took the phone from the girl, and deftly typed a line of words with her fingers.

The girl didn't expect that she would really give the number in front of the man. She hesitated for a while when she took the phone back, and then said happily, "Thank you, sister!"

But girl, girl, you are so young, only boys of this age can't see the flaws in your smile.

The girl returned to her seat, turned on her phone again, and saw the sentence "If you like it, go after it, what phone number can I ask for?", she looked back at Ye Qiao in astonishment.

Ye Qiao was chatting with the man opposite her, smiling brightly and charmingly.

The boy who asked her to ask for the number asked, "Have you got it yet? Are you afraid to ask for it?"

The girl hurriedly hid her phone and said, "It's coming, I won't give it to you!"

Ye Qiao had all the dishes he wanted, yellow throat, hairy tripe, pig's brain, and beef louver.

What Zhou Tingshen wanted was also served later. Pots of green vegetables were placed there like a row of potted plants.

The bottom of the pot is the same, heavy and spicy.

Ye Qiao wasn't ashamed of his heavy taste, and opened a can of beer: "You use such a heavy spicy oil to boil vegetables, it doesn't seem to be very healthy."

Zhou Tingshen: "Being vegetarian is for health?"

Ye Qiao recalled the decoration style of his house in the medieval church: "Do you really believe in Christ?"

I have never heard of Christians being vegetarians like Buddhists.

Zhou Ting tore open a button in front of his neck, and the cross close to his chest felt the warmth of his body. He took it out and kissed it: "Isn't it like it?"

The second time he asked the question, the answer was obvious.But Ye Qiao still said, "It's not like..."

Zhou Tingshen poured a pot of "potted plants" into the hot red pot: "That's right."

He helped her with the pig's brain, and the thing looked disgusting.Ye Qiao obviously saw his Adam's apple rolling unusually slowly, turned his face away and endured it, as if vomiting from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Qiao understood.It's probably not because of God that he doesn't eat organs, but because of himself.

Ye Qiao said, "You don't eat these, don't you even eat meat? Don't you eat red meat and white meat?"

Zhou Tingshen's complexion was as usual, but with a dark face, he put a leaf into the pot: "Don't eat it."

Ye Qiao specially put the fresh and tender pig's brain in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and observed his expression: "Where's the seafood?"

"Occasionally." Zhou Tingshen didn't respond, cooking green leaves with a cold face.

Ye Qiao opened a can of beer for him, and touched him with his own can: "Then drink with me. It's no fun watching you eat grass."

Zhou Ting was deeply aroused by her, staring at her and downed half a can of beer: "Don't get drunk here tonight."

Ye Qiao smiled and said, "No."

A woman's words cannot be trusted.

Especially a lovelorn woman.

Zhou Ting watched Ye Qiao slowly start talking nonsense, and when he finally lay down on the table crying and fussing, he wondered if he had played.

Ye Qiao also drank a round of red wine in the evening, and the wine was still strong, and cleared away the green jars on the table.When she lay down and didn't speak, he wondered if he had killed someone.

He rolled her eyelids in the past, but fortunately, she just fell asleep.

"Ye Qiao?"

silent.

"Ye Qiao."

She was as quiet as a well-behaved and docile little animal.

You dare to fall asleep drinking with the "fugitive".

Four o'clock in the morning.The noise had died away.

The young students who had carnivaled at night had all returned home, and the barbecue stall was closed at two o'clock in the morning, leaving a mess.There are only a couple of customers left for the hot-boiled mutton.

The lights in the store were turned off one by one, and the night shift attendant was sweeping the floor. Seeing him picking up Ye Qiao to leave, he said, "Come again next time."

Zhou Tingshen put her into the back seat of the car, and she rolled down as soon as the car started.

He had no choice but to stop again, hugged her to the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt firmly.Ye Qiao's neck went limp, and she leaned on his forearm.

The woman's face was hot from being drunk, soft and hot, and she gently rubbed against the inside of his forearm.

Brushing the eyelashes lightly, I don't know how itchy it is.

Zhou Ting stomped on the gas pedal, wanting to go back to the hotel.After thinking about it, she gave up and headed towards the neighborhood, passing movie posters of her starring roles.

The guard on duty was asleep, and he honked the horn before saying, "Oh, Mr. Zhou, it's so late?"

Seeing the limp Ye Qiao in the passenger seat, he stopped talking again.

With a gloomy face, Zhou Ting carried her all the way from the car to the elevator, helped her scan the door and press the floor.

This woman is as light as a skeleton.

Ye Qiao was as soft as a doll, leaning on his shoulder, and murmured suddenly in her deep dream.

Zhou Ting looked deeply at the rising floor numbers, and gave a soft "hmm".

Ye Qiao grabbed his front and wiped a lipstick mark on his shirt collar, with a sad expression as if kissing goodbye: "You help her."

"what?"

"You still help her."

Zhou Ting heard it deeply, she was dreaming, and teased her: "Who did you help?"

"You help everyone...but you don't help me. You never help me, saying that I am one of your own."

She murmured a lot, and he could only hear the general outline. He stretched out a finger and fiddled with her chin carelessly, like teasing a cat: "Who am I?"

"Hmm... Gu Jin..." Ye Qiao frowned and hid.

Oh, it's Gu Jin.Very familiar.

She suddenly had a serious expression and a solemn tone, and said to him, "I won't be one of my own from now on."

For a moment he thought she was awake.However, after she finished speaking, she suddenly fell asleep on his shoulder as if she was satisfied.

The number of elevator floors jumps to "23".Zhou Ting patted her head with his arms bent deeply, and said, "It's here."

As soon as the elevator door opened, before he had time to walk towards Ye Qiao's house, he was stopped by someone: "Zhou Tingshen."

The voice control light came on suddenly.Bright orange lights shone down, enveloping a woman in a business suit.

Liang Zirao's voice was as delicate and elegant as ever, and she only expressed her anger by speeding up her speech: "What did you promise me over and over again? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"no power."

"Oh. Who can you deceive by saying this? You came back so late drunk and brought a woman with you. Look, what do you look like now!"

Zhou Ting leaned over with Ye Qiao and picked up a broken puppet at the door of 2301.The doll's mouth was cut open, and the cotton wool inside was dyed red paint and twisted into strips, like scarlet animal intestines.He picked it up and opened and closed it to Liang Zirao: "Sister."

"Take it away!" Liang Zirao turned her face away in disgust.Who put this on someone's door as a prank?
Zhou Tingshen threw away the puppet and ignored it, but she sternly stopped her: "Stop!"

He compared an arrow with his index finger and thumb, and pointed at Ye Qiao: "The one next door. We will pick you up as a friend." He also smiled wildly, "I haven't slept, don't worry."

Liang Zirao heard that he was smelling of alcohol, frowned her finely sculpted eyebrows, and watched him lead people around, as if deliberately delaying time to anger her.

In the end, he skillfully and quickly pressed six numbers on the combination lock of 2301 - "Di".

The door opened.

Like the sound of telling a lie.

He also said he hadn't slept!
Liang Zirao felt that this sentence was too difficult to say, and stood at the door of 2302 with a livid face.

Zhou Tingshen graciously carried the person into 2301, but couldn't get out at all.

She followed furiously.

The room opposite the door has the same layout as 2302, and she should be most familiar with it.

However, this undecorated room was opened up by the hostess to connect the study room and the living room, forming a projection hall.The dark curtains were drawn tightly, and the overhead light cast a miserable white light.A tan leather sofa is placed empty in the center, a 108-inch LCD TV screen is embedded in the wall, and a PS4 is connected.

The stepped wooden ledge is full of game discs. If she looks carefully, she will find that they are all thriller, horror and suspense.

She looked around and said sternly, "How does this look like a normal girl's house? Someone even gave her scaring toys. What does she do?"

When Zhou Tingshen took her to the hospital, he always met in the corridor, and it was the first time he entered this room. He said indifferently, "Actor."

It was only then that Liang Zirao noticed that the huge oil painting of a young girl with a bare back on the wall of the living room looked very similar to this woman.The inscription of the oil painting is—a gift from the crew of "Sleeping Wind" in a certain month of a certain year.

It was because director Lai was satisfied with Ye Qiao's performance, so he asked someone to turn the stills into an oil painting.

Liang Zirao vaguely recognized Ye Qiao, unbelievable: "She is Xu Zang's daughter?" The most secret and dark part of her memory was linked by this name, and her tone was trembling, "You even touched her! Zhou Tingshen ,Are you crazy?"

"Did you see me touch it?" Zhou Tingshen still had the same superficial smile on his face, he was planning something with his lowered eyes, and hugged Ye Qiao to her boudoir bed, "Come here and help me."

Liang Zirao was immersed in his own speculation, and turned a deaf ear to it: "A few days ago, you asked me to find out the name of Xu Zang's daughter, because of her?"

"That's right." Zhou Tingshen helped Ye Qiao remove the hidden clips on her head, and pulled one of her hair loose.He simply clipped it back and asked Liang Zirao, "Will you take off your clothes?"

Liang Zirao ignored him and blocked the door of the bedroom: "Zhou Tingshen, tell me now, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay."

"You have lied since you were a child, and you are still like this when you grow up! You even know the password of her house, and you tell me it's okay?" Liang Zirao rushed to his house from the hotel tonight but found no one, and waited at his door. All the anger at four o'clock in the morning was vented, "Dad thinks so much of you, how did you repay him? A few years ago, when you were young and played for two years, you are now 27! My classmates who got married early have children now , become a father!"

"Shall I find a son to repay him?" Zhou Tingshen put down Ye Qiao, suddenly relaxed, and said with a smile, "It's easy."

Liang Zirao was finally completely irritated: "How do you talk!" She raised her voice to a level he had never heard before, "How long are you going to let loose? Isn't it back then..."

Hush

Zhou Ting made a silent gesture on his lips with his ring-wearing index finger.

He took out the cross with one hand, kissed her lightly and reached out to her: "For God's sake, don't quarrel at my neighbor's house, Amen, sister."

Liang Zirao is a devout Catholic, and her self-cultivation made her not allow her anger to explode uncontrollably again, so she really calmed down.

She took a few deep breaths, and asked him calmly: "Next month is the most important auction of this year. Do you know how much work I have put off when I come to Lingcheng at this time? You are the only one in the family. You guys don’t know how to share a little for me! After all, you watched Ferra develop, didn’t you install the family business on your head for no reason, and you don’t have any feelings at all?”

As she spoke, her tone gradually changed from anger to aggrieved.In the eyes of the outside world, Liang Ziluo, who single-handedly runs the auction house, is like the Chinese version of the devil wearing Prada. No one knows that she is a vexatious little woman in front of her family.

Liang Zirao's voice was hoarse: "Next week, I will make a list of the auction items. My aunt said that your vision is the worst. I hope you can come."

No matter how hard she tried, he was still the most capable and talented person in the eyes of elders and outsiders, but he never cared.

As she was told since she was a child, her surname is Liang, from her mother's family.And the surname Zhou will be reserved for his younger brother who will be born soon.

She was only four years old at that time, and everything in the world was strange to her.But she clearly felt that she was born to lose a lot to him.No matter how hard she ran, she ran to a distance where he couldn't catch up, but in fact it was just because there was no one behind her.Because he didn't need to catch up, he was born at the top.

Even if there are so many stains on him.

He is still the pride of the whole family.

The day is getting brighter.

The sunrise is just around the corner, like the beginning of all hope.However, when the morning is closest to sunrise, it has the coolest temperature of the day.

Zhou Tingshen hooked his older sister, who was over thirty but still single, into his arms, took out his phone, and pressed the power button.

The pattern of "Low battery, please charge" on the screen lit up in front of her.

"See clearly?"

She actually wronged him.Liang Zirao was speechless, but still stubborn, and asked: "I have wronged you. What about the auction, can you help me?"

He took a breath: "Help."

Only then did she push him away, and she became the graceful Liang Zirao on the negotiating table again: "Okay, you go out. I'll help your 'neighbor' take care of it. If you don't sleep, it will be dawn, your sister and I will get out from the plane I rushed up and down here non-stop, and didn't close my eyes for a minute."

Zhou Ting opened his arms deeply: "I'm fine here."

"Get out." She feigned anger, stared at the man's eyes so tenderly that there was no threat, and scolded him, "Little white-eyed wolf, you haven't learned anything else well, but you have a way of acting like a fool."

Early the next morning, Ye Qiao woke up with a splitting headache.

She has always slept less, and cannot fall asleep without taking Valium, and even alcohol can't support her to sleep past seven o'clock.

The morning light should be good, but her room has dark curtains everywhere, and the day is like night.In the dim light she was accustomed to, her brain was spinning slowly - she was drunk and fell asleep at the night food stall, Zhou Tingshen should have sent her back.

Then what?How did she take off that gown that was as difficult to put on and take off as it cost, and hang it back in the closet, and lay on the bed in her bedroom?

Ye Qiao sat up slowly. On the bedside table was the script of "The Watcher" in a white cover, which neatly listed the eight black pockets on her head last night, from big to small, with the edges touching each other.The arrangement of Virgo.

She went to the bathroom of the master bedroom to take a hot shower, wrapped herself in a towel, went to the kitchen, heated up some instant wanton noodles, and went out to the living room——

The man's tall figure was lying on her double sofa, his long arms and legs hanging down, sleeping quietly.

Zhou Tingshen?
Ye Qiao walked over barefoot and looked at his slightly blue eye circles.This man's tired face is too sharp, his eyebrows and eyes are like stars.

Zhou Tingshen still held his mobile phone in his hand.Ye Qiao pulled the phone out of his hand, and he woke up, looking at her with misty, slightly sleepy eyes.

Ye Qiao held onto the towel with one hand, but he didn't expect him to wake up so easily: "Your house is five meters away from here, why are you sleeping here?"

Zhou Ting looked confused.

He was lying here waiting for Liang Zirao.The Virgo woman didn't come out after tossing for a long time, and he gradually became sleepy.

But he never expected that Liang Zirao would leave him here.

Zhou Ting rubbed his forehead deeply: "Drink too much."

Ye Qiao sneered "Oh", and went into the bedroom to change clothes: "I made an appointment with my cousin to accompany me to the doctor today. You'd better go back quickly."

The voice was as cold as a heartbroken man after a one-night stand.

Zhou Tingshen was about to get up, and the doorbell rang.

Ye Qiao was half dressed, and said resignedly, "Open the door for me."

Qianxi rang the doorbell again, "Ding Dong"—"Cousin, it's me!"

The door opened with a "click", and Qianxi Petrochemical was at the door: "Go...wrong..." Looking back, it was the 23rd floor, 2301, the home of her big star cousin.

What's the situation, is she bumping into the live version of the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry?Her family is as quiet as a lotus, and her cousin, who has devoted herself to the art career with all her heart, has finally liberated her mind and body and slept with a male star!Wait, this guy is a bit unfamiliar?

Is it a fan?The quality of this fan is a bit high...

While rubbing her chin in the theater of her mind, Qianxi commented on this man whose appearance and figure can be rated as five stars, while asking righteously: "Who are you?"

Zhou Tingshen was helpless with girls under the age of 20 both in dress and mental age, and pointed behind her well-mannered: "I live next door. I went wrong, sorry."

After saying that, he opened the door, stepped to the opposite side in front of Qianxi, and entered the door of 2302 in a graceful manner.

Qianxi: "..."

After getting dressed, Ye Qiao came out, Qianxi was the only one in the entrance, guessing that he had gone back, and said, "What are you doing at the door?"

Qian Xi came back to her senses, stepped on the score of the military parade and walked over arrogantly: "Cousin! I have seen it! The next time Aunt Cheng calls me, I don't even know how to lie!"

Ye Qiao's expression darkened when he heard Cheng Su's name.She probably couldn't get along with someone surnamed Cheng.

She sneered and said: "Then don't lie. Say that I was dumped by a man and let myself go, and now I sleep all over the circle every night. She will be very satisfied."

Qian Xi made a tongue-cutting expression, and quickly admitted her mistake: "I made a mistake about my cousin... I won't mention that woman from now on."

Ye Qiao's mother, Qianxi's aunt, was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer when she was 12 years old, and Ye Qiao was also hospitalized for cardiomyopathy in the same year.The doctor's advice was to perform a heart transplant as soon as possible.Mother Ye was hit by this blow again when she was seriously ill, and her health deteriorated, and she died of depression after only sustaining for less than a year.The originally happy and harmonious family of three was torn apart by illness and death.

Later, Ye Qiao, who had been waiting for a matching donor for a long time, got a suitable heart in the last time limit, but after healed, there was a gap between him and his father. .

From then on, Ye Qiao lived like an orphan, and her personality changed.A good student who used to be excellent in both character and learning, suddenly changed to art after two years of suspension, and was admitted to the acting department.Later, her father married his new wife, Cheng Su, and the father and daughter drifted apart.

Qian Xi tugged at her lips for a while, and then went against the grain: "One more time!" She covered her head with both hands, acting like a pot cover, "I heard that Auntie Cheng is trying to conceive recently...and wants to have another one."

Ye Qiao's face changed slightly: "Who did you listen to?"

"My dad. He was in the hospital a few days ago and met his uncle who accompanied Aunt Cheng to the obstetrics and gynecology department."

Cheng Su is ten years younger than her father. She is 37 this year, an advanced maternal age, but it is not impossible to get pregnant.

Ye Qiao took out a box of fresh milk from the refrigerator and took a sip: "They didn't tell me."

She suddenly felt a little strange, as if she had been completely abandoned, and it seemed that she didn't care at all.

"You didn't tell me."

Ye Qiao's attending doctor also told her the same.

Ye Qiao said: "The situation is not serious. Insomnia has always been there. Recently, I sometimes experience slight auditory hallucinations, slow brain, and occasional depression. Are these important?"

"I suggest you do a mental examination." The doctor wrote two notes in her medical record, "Mental disorders are very common in patients with serious illnesses. The probability of suffering from depression within two years of heart transplant patients is nearly 50.00%. Your situation is quite special, but you can't take it lightly."

Ye Qiao looked straight ahead: "Is it possible that the owner of the heart I replaced is affecting me?"

The doctor suddenly stopped writing, and the patient in front of him looked at him calmly, but seemed to be looking at something else through him.This made him more sure of the need to recommend her for a mental examination: "This view is very idealistic, and it may be widely spread among patients, but there is currently no scientific evidence to prove that the personality of the donor will affect the patient receiving the organ."

Ye Qiao said, "Thank you doctor."

In the corridors of the hospital, the smell of disinfectant soaked countless lives, old age, sickness and death.

Qian Xi stood up from the blue chair: "How is it, cousin, are you okay?"

"Well, there is no rejection."

everything is fine.It's just that the heart in her chest vaguely hoped that she would have a bad life.

(End of this chapter)