Ji Zhuoran and Xiaolin left the hospital.

When they walked to the hospital parking lot, they saw a dignified woman standing in front of their car.

Seeing them coming, she smiled and said, "Hello, Shao Ji, this is Cen Fangfei, Master Ji arranged for me to come and see you."

The news of his divorce has not been concealed by Ji Peihong, so now, the old man has come to give him a woman.

Ji Zhuoran knew this naturally, and with a cold face, he didn't answer a word, and got into the car with Xiaolin.

But the woman walked to the car window and smiled.

"Ji Shao, I think you have misunderstood my identity. I am 40 years old this year. I work as an emotional consultant. Master Ji heard that you have a headache and can't sleep well at night, so he asked me to come and see you. There is absolutely nothing you imagined. That means in."

"Go." Ji Zhuoran coldly ordered Xiaolin.

It's not that his grandfather Ji Peihong doesn't understand, it's impossible not to watch out for the people he sent.

However, Xiaolin hesitated for a moment, then watched Ji Zhuoran speak,

"BOSS... this... why don't you try?"

He boldly suggested.

After all, the woman in front of me, although she looks pretty, but the fine lines on the corners of her eyes, indeed betrayed her age.

Since they are already a forty-year-old woman, how can it not mean that?

Xiaolin lowered his head and glanced at the drawer of the car, where there was the painkiller Ji Zhuoran had just prescribed from the infirmary.

He didn't believe it after taking so many medicines without any side effects.

So even if the woman in front of him is suspicious, he has to suggest Ji Zhuoran to try one or two.

Otherwise, when something really happens, it will be too late.

Ji Zhuoran glanced at Xiaolin, and there was a woman who looked out the window with a smile.

He knows that Xiao Lin rarely makes suggestions against him in this way.

"Get in the car," he said.

He is not giving face to this woman, but to give Xiaolin face.

"Thank you Ji Shao." Cen Fangfei smiled.

In the Xichi Garden, in the study, Ji Zhuoran still received Cen Fangfei.

Cen Fangfei looked at Ji Zhuoran and smiled, "Ji Shao, when did you start to have headaches?"

Ji Zhuoran gave her a cold look.

She smiled, "In fact, I have heard something about you before I came here. Actually, I know that I just want to hear another interpretation of this thing from your mouth, because each of us has a different vision. It's narrow and there are blind spots. That's why there are psychiatrists, emotional counseling, and other professions that came into being, just to make everyone's mental state better."

"Hmm." He only uttered a single syllable character.

Cen Fangfei smiled and said, "Ji Shao, I can see that you are a person with many secrets. I also know that there are some secrets that even consultants like us cannot know, but I hope you can Write them down and burn them, or give them to someone you want to tell the secret."

"Yeah." He was still cold.

Cen Fangfei didn't care, so she had no choice but to express her temper.

"I know Ji Shao you still don’t trust me at all, but things are going slowly, so let’s write a letter for a while, I will go out for a while, and then call me over after you finish writing, let’s continue. , How? I think your headache situation should be better after you write the letter."

After speaking, this woman actually took out the paper money from her backpack and put it on the table in front of Ji Zhuoran, then turned around and left.

Ji Zhuoran frowned as she looked at her leaving figure.

Then his gaze fell on the paper in front of him again.

He frowned, his head was still hurting, and he didn't know why he started to have a headache as soon as Qu Yan left.

He was on the boat that night, and his head hurts even more since he heard what she said.

He originally had no problem with her when she was by his side, but that time, he was so painful that he could hardly continue to speak.

He said that he hurt her.

She wants him to let go.

Of course he didn't want to let it go, but...

She wants to go.

She said that he did not respect her ideas.

So this time, he could only try to set her free.

Even if there is no him in her freedom...

He was upset and picked up a pen to write casually, even though he didn't know what he was writing.

When he came back to his senses, there was already a mess of paper in front of him.

He has never been so upset.

Never left her like this.

He didn't expect that he and her would go to this day...

However, the mistake has been made, and the damage has really fallen on her body, skin, and soul.

Even he can no longer use some means to cover up and make up...

So let go.