The big star has a prince syndrome

It was night, and the young couple who hadn't been intimate for a long time were hugging each other in a house where there were no other people around. Add in the fact that there were two men, and the buffs that could be ignited at any moment were already piled up.

But Ye Yan is still a patient, so Xu Qingran naturally cannot act like a human being at this time.

He tried hard to suppress the urge to push Ye Yan down on the bed, gently stroking the hair buried in his neck, breathing slowly and heavily.

"What's wrong, my big star, are you feeling unwell?"

Xu Qingran asked softly. It was rare for Ye Yan to act so clingy. She was like a marked OMEGA, nestling in his arms and unwilling to let go because she longed for his pheromones.

Ye Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, he just knew that he wanted to do this.

There was always a voice in his head reminding him that Xu Qingran was the only person in the world who loved him, and he wanted to be hugged by someone who loved him.

He wants to hold on to this love and not let it slip away from him like family love.

"Xu Qingran, what if I get an ugly scar on my hand and can't appear on camera..."

Ye Yan was worried about this. He was not simple or naive, nor was he a fool. He had seen with his own eyes what his hands looked like after being burned, and it was impossible for them not to have scars.

Not only will it leave scars, but they will be the most horrible and ugliest scars from burns. He is an artist, the most commercially valuable and most popular actor in the entertainment industry, so it is impossible that there will be no impact.

Xu Qingran thought he was worried about something, so she smiled softly and patted his back to comfort him.

"It's not a big deal. Once your injury heals, you can get plastic surgery to repair it. Before that, you should focus on your mental state. Last week at the hospital, the doctor recommended that you see a psychologist. I'll arrange for you to see a psychologist later. Emotional counseling will be helpful in adjusting your mindset."

He mentioned the psychologist in passing. He felt that it was nothing and that even if there was no psychological problem, it could be used as a way to relieve stress.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, the person in his arms broke away from his arms and looked at him with contempt.

"Psychologist? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his heart, and his eyes gradually turned into a cold pool, revealing his dissatisfaction with Xu Qingran's proposal.

Xu Qingran was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Yan to react so strongly, especially her eyes. The tenderness in them disappeared after she heard him say he was a psychologist.

"That's not what I meant. I just thought you've been feeling down lately and you could talk to a doctor."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Do you really think I don't know what a psychiatrist does? You think I'm crazy, so you're angry, right? Haven't you ever lost your temper? I'm telling you, I won't go. I know my own situation very well. I'm not crazy."

The man who had been weak for several days seemed to suddenly become energetic, looking at Xu Qingran with burning eyes and a firm attitude.

After expressing her attitude, Ye Yan's eyes passed over him. She lay down with her back to him without any intention of following him.

"Come pick me up tomorrow. I want to sleep now and I'm too lazy to move."

He lay in bed with his eyes slightly open and said calmly, thinking, they actually think I'm sick, what did I do to make them think this way.

Didn't he just smash a medicine bottle in the hospital and overturn the table at home and burn his hand? How many people in the world wouldn't lose their temper? It's really making a fuss out of nothing.

He asked four questions in a row, and each one left Xu Qingran speechless.

If you think about it carefully, he also had the experience of throwing his racket in anger when he lost a point when playing tennis. It seems that sometimes doctors do take things as the most serious as possible. As a patient's family member, you can use it as a reference, but it does not mean that the patient necessarily needs it.

Now that Ye Yan is unhappy about the suggestion of seeing a psychologist, Xu Qingran will definitely not force his will anymore.

"Okay, you decide. Then you should have a good rest. I just moved in and am not familiar with the house here yet. I'll go back and see if anything is missing. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Good night."

After Xu Qingran finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the side of his face. Ye Yan did not look back, but listened quietly to the sound of him leaving.

He was actually quite happy because he had always longed for Xu Qingran to stay by his side and fill his loneliness. That was something no one else could do, only the one he deeply loved.

But we finally waited for him to come back, why did we chase him away just now?

Ye Yan reacted immediately and opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. After being stunned for a while, she turned over and got out of bed and chased after him barefoot.

Xu Qingran had already left, and the only things left in the living room were the remaining food on the dining table and some traces of his presence.

It seems that no one will wash the dishes tonight, Ye Yan thought, he is the president now, he will not do things that are not in line with his status.

Suddenly feeling a headache, Ye Yan stood in the living room, frowned, and closed her eyes. After a long while, she covered her forehead with her hands, went to the kitchen cabinet, found a painkiller, and swallowed it.

After taking the medicine, he dragged his heavy feet to the sofa and lay down.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his cell phone rang again while he was half asleep and half awake. The medicine hadn't taken effect yet, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

He answered the phone with his left hand, not even having the energy to open his eyes to check the caller ID.

"Hello..." His voice was so weak as if half of his soul had been taken away.

"It's Mommy Xiaoyan, are you resting?"

It was Zhou Yun. Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Yan took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Ye Yan cheered herself up and tried her best to make her voice sound less sick.

Because he knew that even if Zhou Yun knew that he was sick or injured, he would not come to see him. He didn't need a few words of concern over the phone.

"What else could it be... It's about the loan I mentioned earlier. Yu Hao's mother-in-law's family is pressing for the money, and Mom has no choice but to lend it to him first, considering he's your brother's biological brother. Okay? I'll write you an IOU."

Borrow money? Ye Yan almost forgot about that matter. It was true that Zhou Yun only seemed to call him when he was short of money. Even during festivals or his birthday, he would just send a message and that was it.

The ibuprofen hadn't taken effect yet, and he was already having a splitting headache. After receiving a call from his biological mother asking for money for his stepson, his consciousness seemed to be even more out of control.

I feel upset and it seems like I'm in pain.

"I have a headache... Can we talk tomorrow? I'm hanging up now..."

He fumbled with the power button and long-pressed it, then his arm dropped and the phone fell from his hand onto the carpet.

He wasn't making excuses; he was truly unwell, the kind that would make him want to die at home and no one would know.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Hong was standing next to Zhou Yun supervising her call. When he heard Ye Yan hung up, he was immediately furious.

"What does he mean? He actually hung up on you. You're his real mother, and this is how he treats his son?!"

"How can he be a son? He bought this house for four million yuan. He also pays for Xiaofei's 20 yuan a year in tuition for the prestigious school. You can't earn that much even if you work hard your whole life. He also gives me ten thousand yuan a month for living expenses, which I use to support you and your family. What else can you be dissatisfied with him?!"

Although Zhou Yun wanted to live a stable life, she was not a woman who would swallow her anger, otherwise she would not have quarreled with Ye Youcheng and divorced him.

She already felt guilty towards her son, and now when she heard Yu Hong slandering Ye Yan like that, she would definitely not pretend not to hear. In other words, she herself knew how greedy the Yu family father and son were, but she could do nothing but defend Ye Yan.

She cried, collapsed on the sofa, covered her face and sobbed.

Yu Hong would not give up the 800 million just because she shed two tears. After all, he had already chosen a house and had agreed on the price. A two-story villa would cost more than million. After buying the house, he would still have more than million left as his private money. Just thinking about it made him impatient.

"He's your son after all, so it's only natural for him to buy you a house and support your brother's education! I'll call him tomorrow. I've already paid the deposit. Oh, and ask him to find time to come back for the wedding and support our family."

Yu Hong didn't even hand Zhou Yun a tissue. After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house.

Zhou Yun knew what he was thinking. He was just driven by vanity and used Ye Yan as a bargaining chip to show off in front of his relatives, friends and in-laws.

She had no say in this family. Because she didn't want her youngest son to have an incomplete family like Ye Yan, she chose to endure it, but at the same time she also chose to let Ye Yan bear the price of her forbearance.