Starlight Has No Past

When Ye Qiao got off the plane, the city of G was hard to get a sunny day. It’s just that the city seems to have an inexhaustible temper, the rainy days are cold and biting, and the sunny days are windy. Ye Qiao wrapped his windbreaker and said goodbye to Shen Ting. After the last attempt of the fans to pick up the plane, the company began to keep her trip confidential, which is unimpeded.

She waited at the underground parking spot, and the huge airport parking garage was up and down three or four floors, and the traffic flow slowly moved. Ye Qiao suddenly followed the phone, but it was not Zhou Weishen.

Qianxi reminded her: "Psychologists have made an appointment. People are industry elites. This trip is very full, and it is hard to make an appointment. You can't be late at 4 o'clock this afternoon."

Ye Qiao answered: "Yeah."

Qianxi said with a distressed heart: "Is it very busy? Hey, it’s too hard for you to shoot, how about, is it very happy to return to the city?"

A gust of wind blew with her voice, and Ye Qiao almost stood still. He clenched his phone and said, "It’s very happy. Hang up first."

She saw a familiar dark blue Cayenne, which was Zhou’s car in the city of G.

Ye Qola pulled in the car door and said, "The wind is big today."

Zhou Weishen discovered that the place she waited for was the garage entrance: "Why are you standing in the air?"

Ye Qiao passed the seat belt: "This is the exit, you will definitely pass here. I am afraid that you can not find me underneath."

Zhou Wei squats at the railroad: "I can find you where you are."

He parked the car in a position that did not block the exit, and leaned over to see her. Ye Qiao thought that he had to entangle the problem of sunburn, and pulled down his face. He didn't expect him to speak: "What does that leaf mean?"

Ye Qiao laughed: "You don't know?"

Of course he does not know.

Zhou Yishen did not study flowers and plants for more than 20 years. He didn’t have so many flowers in the brain before and under the curve. He received the leaves and felt like receiving a distress signal from the American drama. A few times in life, I ran to the city library and read a lot of books on botany. In the end, a girl from a rural area who was under the hands of Wu Zi recognized the picture. To this end, Wuzi taunted a pass and laughed at him: "Brother, have you not only grazing recently, but also researched?"

He couldn't help but laugh and took the leaf out of his pocket, than in front of Ye Qiao: "When you come out later, can you consider my knowledge structure?"

Ye Qiao deliberately took Joe: "Why don't you think about this, it is a person with common sense of life who can recognize what leaves it is."

"Yes, you sent a piece of Joe Ye, and when you are a stranger." The more he said, the more unremarkable, the more he put the leaves in his palm, the punctured pinch of her earlobe, and the soft touch of the abdomen. Enticed, eyelids suggestively.

Ye Qiao is familiar with his eyes, and reaches out and smashes his face: "I still can't leave, I have a date at four." She transferred the WeChat of Qianxi, and undoubtedly said, "Send me." This address."

Zhou Yan deep eyebrows: "You called me to be a driver?"

Ye Qiao Yue ridiculed him: "No."

Zhou Yanshen put the leaves under his nose and sniffed and said, "That is this. Send it to me and think about it?"

Ye Qiao smiled and said: "It is a credential."

"Well? What can I exchange?" Zhou Yishen looked for opportunities to come up. Ye Qiao squinted his face, his lips just stuck to his auricle, whispered: "Isn't that one thing in your head?"

Zhou Yanshen took a deep seat and shook the key and said, "It's not really."

Ye Qiao was too lazy to argue. At the moment of the car's start, her eyes suddenly shook a little.

Zhou Yanshen saw her expression in the rearview mirror stagnation, and looked around: "What happened?"

Ye Qiao Emei: "It seems like someone is taking pictures."

"Are you glimpsed?"

"No, just feeling." She is naturally sensitive to the lens, and the woman's intuition is credible and credible.

Zhou Yanshen suddenly hit a half-turn steering wheel before going to the high speed, walking from the ground, mixed with a lot of traffic. The afternoon of the working day is not congested. There are many branches in this road, and the adjacent cars each drive to different roads. Zhou Wei opened a section for a long time, and specially circled a small circle and went back to the main road. He said with a smile: "You feel quite right."

Ye Qiao heard the sound of the mirror, followed by a black Mazda, the unobtrusive model is easy to ignore. Through two layers of glass, I was faintly able to see the person sitting in the front passenger's front wearing a black baseball cap, covering half of the face, which was particularly sinister. If she is not mistaken, the man has a black belt around his neck, most likely a camera belt.

She and the man's gaze glanced in the mirror and confirmed: "It should be an entertainment record." If it is not enough to be afraid, but today she is going to the psychiatrist clinic, it is not suitable for being photographed.

Zhou Yanshen saw her concerns and said, "Would you still go?"

Ye Qiao is undecided: "Is there any way to open him?" It’s okay to pass the scandal, and it’s coming out of the air. But she went to see a psychiatrist and didn't want anyone to know.

Zhou Wei’s eyes are drooping, if he thinks: “Yes.”

He usually drives very well, and Ye Qiao is careful when he is in this life-threatening situation, and does not endanger the road traffic safety. Who knows it is not at all. Zhou Yanshen told him to "fasten the seat belt" and speed up the middle of the traffic flow. Every time he could avoid a car in danger. Sometimes when he looked at it, he would wipe the car and destroy the car. He could dexterously wipe the body. And too.

The performance of the Cayenne was used to the extreme, and the reporter's car in the back could not cope, and was quickly taken out. Unfortunately, the color of the car was too eye-catching, and it took longer than expected to completely open.

Zhou Hao deep opened to an ancient city wall, has been far from the city, and then quickly returned, 4:05, or five minutes late. Ye Qiao quickly got off the bus and counted the steps forward.

The doctor surnamed Wen, the clinic opened in a foreign country building, if not the sign hanging at the door, this garden full of ivy and flowers is more like a rich holiday villa. Ye Qiao pressed the doorbell and observed the flowers in the courtyard behind the black imitation fence. The green and green flowers were filled with large flowers. The flowering period is so short that it blooms in the windy days, the wind and the fan are moving, the leaves are messy, and the air is filled with fascinating aroma.

In a coat, he came to open the door and asked, "Is Miss Ye?"

Ye Qiao "hmm", he heard him ask "This is?", looking back, only to find Zhou Wei deep parking, and actually followed. She said awkwardly: "Don't you go back?"

"I am going to wait for you." Zhou Yanshen is determined. Ye Qiaoyu, however, asked about the management, the other party put people in, said: "Our doctor does not recommend family members to accompany the patient to ask a doctor. This gentleman can accompany me to the tea hall."

Zhou Weishen followed the people, the courtyard was deep, and the hall was arranged in an old-fashioned style of the Republic of China. He dissatisfiedly looked at Ye Qiao: "Do you have to pick a doctor who is so guilty?"

Ye Qiao came to Ang, and said: "I am not picking." Qianxi is the "black deacon" brain powder, but also indulged in English drama, this unique style of doctors does indeed fit her aesthetic. She smiled and appease him and appease herself: "The domestic psychological counseling industry is underdeveloped, and private clinics are mixed. It is said that this is already an industry leader."

Zhou Xiaoshen sneered: "He is a rich family, and he has a reputation for it. It is very elegant to set up a restaurant."

"Food color is also. You know these two things." Ye Qiao will simply ridicule the arrogance, Zhou Yushen always has a heroic shortness in front of her. But when he came to have a picture, when he told Dr. Wen about it, he sealed her in the corner and said: "Ye Qiao, do you see what you are talking about, doing things, what is wrong?"

Ye Qiao was blocked by his long arm and went inexplicably. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are not sick." Zhou Wei was so high that she leaned over and her eyes could only see the small wound that had just healed on his lips. He pressed his lips tightly and gently opened and closed. "There are some people." Psychological needs are normal, and you don't have to look for reasons from a scientific perspective."

Ye Qiao has no eyebrows: "Don't solve the problem from a scientific point of view, what should I do, believe in God with you?"

Zhou Yan deep condensed eyebrows.

Ye Qiao's two palms spread out in front of him: "I don't mean to offend your faith. But I am an atheist."

Zhou Yishen ignored her attempt to make the atmosphere easy to gag, and her eyes seriously committed: "No matter what kind of good you have, I will not mind."

"Is that what you said is that?" Ye Qiao finally understood what he understood as his "mental illness", looked up to his gaze, and joked and laughed. "Well, thank you very much for your cooperation. But even This is this, you don't mind, but there will always be people who care. I think it is necessary to solve it together."

The later sentences are inaudible, and Zhou’s attention stops at the words “There will always be people”.

What does her "someone always have" mean? Future boyfriend, even husband?

Ye Qiao suddenly felt the heavy pressure brought by this person in front of him. His eyes were like lead, falling on her shoulders, which made people feel overwhelmed. There was a ridiculous thought in her mind, and she grabbed it in a panic, and she subconsciously asked: "Zhou Yanshen, are you not serious?"

The eyes of the pair of Feng Jinjun were indifferent, and the scorpion trembled a little, and the eyes suddenly converge. That is the signal to escape.

Ye Qiao couldn't believe it, so he smiled easily: "Really?"

Zhou Wei’s dark twilight flashed for a moment, and the throat rolled: “I said yes, will you walk out of this door?”

Ye Qiao hesitated for a moment, sorry to say: "No."

Zhou Yu’s deep suffocation almost turned into a * that removed her into the abdomen. The footsteps of the management at this time sounded at one end of the corridor. Ye Qiao swayed the shackles of his arms, leaving him to look dull, dangerous and strange.

When the matter is approaching, Ye Qiao asks: "Is it convenient for Dr. Wen?" The calm and polite tone made his persistence seem ridiculously funny.

The management made a gesture of asking: "Please come with me."