After listening to Ji Zhuoran's words, Cen Fangfei smiled, "Ji Shao, can you let me tell the truth and tell me who you are in my eyes?"

"Say." He didn't mind listening.

"You are actually a person with a lot of secrets. Then, when you hurt your wife, what I can imagine is a lot of concealment. After the hurt, if she has a strong personality and cannot face what happened, then you What about the solution? You are definitely not following her, because you know very well that you are over by following her, just like now,

Of course, I know that your ex-wife must have done a lot of resistance so you can separate like this. In addition, you are also a very powerful person. Your wife is separated, but you have actually manipulated a lot of things,

The conversation between us, if it weren’t for your headache, I don’t think you would accept it at all, it’s because in the emotional consultation, I was actually manipulating the rhythm of the conversation, and you didn’t want to be led by my nose at all, but Now you have to. "

Cen Fangfei suppressed the smile on her face before, and rarely got serious.

Ji Zhuoran listened to her, her expression stiffened for a moment, and then he uttered the word "um".

"Okay," Cen Fangfei smiled suddenly, "Now that we all know that, in fact, there are things that seem to be hurt on the surface, but in fact, there is a problem with the person who committed the hurt, or it is the husband and wife. The personalities of the two parties are not compatible. Then, if Ji Shao doesn't want to have that headache later, if you still love your ex-wife, then I think you should do something."

"what's up?"

"Write her a formal letter of apology, try to let go of your strength and unwillingness to disregard one hundred secrets, put yourself in the place to imagine her pain at the time, try to put her pain, and thank her for her patience. To affirm her contribution, she can bear you for so long, she must love you too." Cen Fangfei said helplessly.

Ji Zhuoran couldn't help saying, "I'm not so cold to her to you."

"Haha, you know it yourself," Cen Fangfei couldn't help but smile again. When she laughed, she could see a trace of wrinkles around her eyes, and then she said again, "I mean you are so strong and not enough. The frank personality is actually very boring, just like there is a person next to you who always talks to you only half a sentence, then what are you..."

Having said that, Cen Fangfei deliberately stopped talking.

"I do not mind."

"That's pretty good, let's continue." She stopped again.

"Is today's consultation almost complete?" he asked.

"Well, isn't it."

After saying a few more words, Ji Zhuoran also felt a bit now.

Cen Fangfei said again, "There is also an after-school homework. If you are interested, look at the story of Blue Beard in the fairy tale. It tells it."

"Yeah." He became cold again, apparently he couldn't stand the way she spoke.

Cen Fangfei smiled again, and then resumed her normal speaking style, saying:

"By the way, there is one more point. You can see your grandfather more when you have time. My dad lives next to him. When I often see my dad, I see him alone. He admires my dad very much."

It is also fate. Ji Peihong knows Cen Fangfei because Cen’s father lives next to him. The two old men like to play chess. After being bored in the hospital all day, they played chess. Over time, they became friends. .

Ji Zhuoran's face sank, and then he said, "I know, I'll be there tomorrow."

"That's good, I'm leaving, remember to write a letter of apology to your ex-wife!" Cen Fangfei picked up the bag and left. There was no idea to chat for a while.

And Ji Zhuoran, looking at her leaving figure, her handsome face gradually became deep.

He took out paper and pen again.

In the past two days, because of Cen Fangfei's suggestion, some words have been written in the notes.

He looked at the words again, picked up his pen, and knew that the best thing he should do now is to write an apology letter to Qu Yan.

Even if she still hates him, he should write.

But when he picked up the pen, he didn't know what he should write for a while...

At this moment, the words and writings were incredibly weak.