The big star has a prince syndrome

If Ye Yan is not having a good life, Xu Qingran will not have a good life either. So whoever does not let Ye Yan have a good life, Xu Qingran will make him have a bad life too.

After knowing that Ye Yan might suffer from depression, Xu Qingran's hatred could not be suppressed and broke out, and the first unlucky person was Wu Qiong.

Money makes the world go round. This time he did not let his subordinates do it. After all, some things still need to be done by professionals.

For example, in matters of revenge, gangsters should be able to handle it better than the president's special assistant.

Outside the door of Wu Qiong's rental house, two men with shaved heads stood there keeping watch. The tattoo on the back of one of the men's neck was faintly visible. It was a ferocious black dragon, about to emerge in the smoke.

While smoking, they looked around vigilantly, waiting for their companions inside to complete the tasks assigned by their employer.

Wu Qiong was not beaten today, but he was more frightened than if he was beaten.

Inside the room, a man pressed on the table had a shiny dagger stuck next to his neck. He dared not breathe and his pupils seemed to be trembling.

"Tell me, who were the people who bullied Ye Yan on the set of Feng Hua Xue Yue eight years ago? Write down their names and details for me. If you can't write it down, I'll chop off a finger."

A man's cold and murderous question came from above his head, and then he stretched out a hand and gently flicked the blade that was stuck in front of Wu Qiong's eyes. With a clang, Wu Qiong's body trembled.

He discovered that the person who came to see him today was different from the last time. The most intuitive feeling was that the last time was white, and this time it was black.

"Did I offend Ye Yan in some way again? I swear I've already handed over all the photos. I haven't followed Ye Yan since last time! Really!"

He was so anxious to prove his innocence that he even forgot the topic of the debate.

"Don't fucking answer the question. What am I asking? Huh?!" The man was angry. He held the handle of the knife with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other hand and pressed down hard, scaring Wu Qiong so much that blood rushed all over his body.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! I'll write it, I'll write it right away!"

Wu Qiong's fear proves that even the craziest pervert will be afraid in front of a real villain.

The other party was very satisfied with the coward's appearance. He smiled and shook his hair away, then picked up a piece of paper from his desk and spread it in front of him.

"Write it."

As the other person spoke, he lit a cigarette and sat aside with his legs crossed. Wu Qiong didn't dare to delay, so he immediately got up, took out his mobile phone, opened the address book and started writing.

He was writing quickly when the man next to him exhaled a puff of smoke and warned him coldly, "Be careful! If you make a mistake, you will suffer the consequences."

The mafia carries with it an inherent pressure that makes even lunatics and perverts considered good citizens in front of them.

After being reminded, Wu Qiong hurriedly turned back to check the information he had written down. He did not expect that he was just a small photography assistant on the scene at the time and did not even have the qualifications to touch Ye Yan. Just because he took a few photos secretly, eight years later, he became the first person to be operated on.

After getting what he wanted, the other party did not make things difficult for him. Before leaving, the big brother who led the group patted his face with the cold back of a knife.

"Take care of yourself. Don't get involved with the name Ye Yan in the future, otherwise you will see me again."

Of course he didn't dare, and even his usual madness symptoms seemed to be cured at this moment.

Tiandao Society is the largest underworld gang in S City. As the heir to a wealthy family, Xu Qingran has nothing to do with them. As businessmen, they generally avoid having anything to do with the underworld. After all, if they are not careful, they will bring disaster upon themselves and endanger their business.

But in order to vent Ye Yan's anger, Xu Qingran didn't mind taking a risk, because he loved Ye Yan so much that even if it was a past that he didn't have the time to participate in, he still wanted to avenge Ye Yan.

Ye Yan didn't know about his slightly crazy ideas. She slept until noon and woke up to find a private doctor at home who claimed to be Yue Chao's successor.

"The previous doctor, Dr. Yue, had an emergency at home and couldn't come for the time being, so I replaced you with Dr. Song. He will help you change the dressing and treat your wound."

This is what Xu Qingran said to him when he brought the person here. At Song Zhen's request, he did not stay and left on the pretext of work.

He knew that Ye Yan was unwilling to see a psychiatrist, so he chose to package Song Zhen as a surgeon, otherwise it would be difficult to even successfully conduct a consultation.

Only Song Zhen and Ye Yan were left at home. Fortunately, changing the dressing was not a difficult task. Although he was a psychologist, he was much more professional than an amateur.

"You look thinner than on TV. Is your appetite poor?" Song Zhen asked casually after bandaging the wound, while packing up the medicine box without revealing any clues.

Being told that she had lost weight again, Ye Yan couldn't help but touch her arms.

"Really? Maybe I don't feel hungry after resting at home for so long, so I eat less. It seems I still have to work."

He thought this might be the reason. Lately, he feels full after eating a little bit, and he is not as picky about the types of food as before. Sometimes he even forgets to drink water.

After hearing this, Song Zhen did not respond immediately. Instead, he took a piece of fruit cut by his aunt from the coffee table and handed it to him.

"Eat more fruits. The vitamins are very helpful in wound healing."

Ye Yan looked at the pineapple in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took the fork, but looked embarrassed when she brought it to her mouth.

"What's wrong? Don't you like pineapples?" Song Zhen asked him, and he said no.

Ye Yan took a bite of the pineapple, but after chewing it, he frowned as if he had eaten something unpalatable. Then he leaned over and spit the pineapple in his mouth into the trash can.

"It's too sour... Doctor Song, why don't you eat something else?" Ye Yan complained. Song Zhen handed him a tissue, and then he took a piece of pineapple and tasted it curiously.

"It's indeed a bit sour." Song Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but still forced himself to swallow it.

"You're not afraid of pain, but soreness? I heard you're amazing. You didn't make a sound when you were burned or injured again. No wonder they call you a workaholic. I've treated many burn patients before, and their screams were so heartbreaking, it was unbearable to watch. Do you have any special distraction methods? Could you share them?"

Song Zhen asked with a smile, and then took the fork from Ye Yan's hand very naturally and put it back on the fruit plate.

This doctor talks more than Yue Chao, Ye Yan thought. He likes enthusiastic people, so there is no need to worry about the atmosphere being too silent and awkward.

So he carefully recalled his feelings at that time, and it seemed that he was not without feelings.

"No, I'm in pain too. I can't describe the feeling. It's like my soul and body are separated. The pain is superficial, not deep. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Ye Yan suddenly stared at Song Zhen and asked, a hint of liveliness appeared in his originally haggard eyes. He wanted to continue this topic with Song Zhen. It felt good to chat. If Xu Qingran was not around, he would really feel like every second was a year.

Song Zhen is a psychologist, so of course he understands what Ye Yan means. He smiled and nodded, then stood up and adjusted the strap around Ye Yan's neck.

"Of course, it could be that you're experiencing something more profound than the physical pain, causing your consciousness to temporarily ignore the pain. For example, if you suddenly hear happy news or something upsetting while you're hurt, it's possible and completely normal."

He is indeed a doctor, Ye Yan thought. Recalling his mood at that time, he still remembered the feeling of pain, but compared with the anger in his heart, it was nothing.

It felt like being poisoned and stabbed at the same time. I was just thinking about finding the antidote as soon as possible and didn't care whether the wound was bleeding or not.

Ye Yan tilted her head slightly to look at Song Zhen. This doctor seemed very understanding and suitable for talking to.

"Do you want to give me psychological counseling?"