Gu Xiaoai realized that she really hadn't met many men with decent private lives, even her cousin.
"Don't touch me with your hormonal body!" Gu Xiaoai said coldly, pushing Ye Jiahe away unhappily.
"Cousin! You are discriminating against my normal love!"
"Normal? Did she have plastic surgery? Why do I think she looks different from the foreign girl three days ago?" Gu Xiaoai said sarcastically.
"Cousin, I am in love, but the love cycle is a bit short." Ye Jiahe walked to sit opposite her and smiled shamelessly at her, showing a row of white teeth.
"Don't say such shameless things so confidently. If my aunt knew that you lived such a rotten life around me, she would beat me to death."
Gu Xiaoai sat down with a headache.
Two years ago, when she became famous, her uncle took the initiative to contact her studio, and her cousin Ye Jiahe has always been with her.
"As long as we don't tell her, it's best for you, sister."
Ye Jiahe winked at her, very naughty. As he spoke, he picked up the words written in wild cursive in front of her, and his handsome brows couldn't help but frown, "Sister, look at your words. Why is your mental disorder just getting rid of it?"
Don’t go…”
My cousin is a psychiatrist.
In the past four years, she has had to rely on a psychiatrist to stabilize her emotions. Since her cousin came to her, the only doctor she has seen is her cousin.
…
If she could get rid of her mental disorder, she wouldn't need to see a psychiatrist all the time.
Gu Xiaoai lowered her eyes, "Is my handwriting bad?"
"Cousin, I really don't understand. You are now a well-known director at home and abroad. You have survived the storm...but..." Ye Jiahe put the calligraphy paper on the table and couldn't help but ask, "Sister, what's your heart?"
How deep is the knot?"
How deep?
Very deep.
It took root in her heart and grew strong like a tree. It cannot be cut down unless it is removed...
Gu Xiaoai pursed her lips, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, "It's because you're such a poor psychiatrist that you can't cure me until now."
"Doctors also need to cooperate with patients, have you listened to what I said?" Ye Jiahe was a little excited and said with his fingers bent, "You have only nine words in your mind: Li Juefeng, Li Juefeng, or Li Juefeng...
"
In my cousin's mind, who else is Li Juefeng? Can psychotherapy be effective for her?
"..."
Li Juefeng.
Gu Xiaoai's heart felt as if she had been pricked by a needle. The pain was so painful that she could hardly sit still.
Four years have passed, and everything seems to have changed, but my heart still hurts when I hear this name...
"Forget it, I have nothing to say to a patient like you. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the essence of our Chinese nation. Just try it." Ye Jiahe shook his head in a serious manner.
"Then why do I need you as a psychiatrist?"
Playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting... is indeed a good way to expand her mood and stabilize her mood, but just like that, why should she see a psychiatrist?
"Listen to what you have to say." Ye Jiahe said confidently, moved his hand to the mouse to open the web page, and exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, sister, you are very popular online for winning the Best Director Award."
"You are on the domestic network."
Gu Xiaoai knew it without thinking.
Abroad, it is a miracle for a Chinese-language film to even be shortlisted. Foreigners will not give the Chinese much recognition, and she has no hope of winning awards.