Chapter 22

Pang Pang was sent back to s city by her assistant. When she got home, she sat on the sofa dully. When she saw her coming back, she rubbed back and forth at her feet happily, but she didn't see her caress and gave out a coquettish whine.

This brings her back to her soul. The peace of home and the warmth of sesame make her uneasiness and anxiety calm down.

The mobile phone rings. It's Anhui.

"Ho Ho, are you home yet?" On the other end of the phone, Anhui asked.

"Well!" Suddenly thought of the person who was thrown over his shoulder, Pangpang asked with guilt, "is he OK?

"It's OK. Not long after you left, he woke up. The director sent him to the hospital for examination, but everything was OK. For safety's sake, I'd better let him go back to the hotel to have a rest. Don't worry. I will not disclose your information to the death." As soon as she thought of Kangxi's being thrown out, she immediately laughed and said, "Hoo hoo, as soon as Kangxi wakes up, he asks who you are. His face is so black that everyone dare not approach him, but he is good. When he has a good rest, it will be over. Don't take it to heart. Good evening, have a good rest. I have something else to do. Hang up first and tell you when I come back."

"Good!"

At the end of the call, she was still scared. It seemed that she would stay away from the crowd in the future.

Looking at the wall clock, it was already 21 PM. After breakfast, she didn't eat anything, but she didn't feel hungry. She was planning to take a bath and go to bed early when her mobile phone rang again

The caller ID is an international call from the United States.

She frowned, hesitated and pressed the answer button again and again. The caller was Lisa, her former psychologist in the United States. I'm afraid Dr. Zhang saw that she was unwilling to participate in psychological counseling and asked someone to enlighten her.

The other end of the phone is pure American, serious and serious.

“Xiao，listen！ you．need．to．sign．up．for．your．counseling．sessions．A．S．A．P！”

It's the same old story, forcing her to see a psychiatrist.

"Sessions?" she said in fluent English? With．the．shrink？ I．don＇t．need．it！”

She doesn't need a psychologist. What can she do with them? Can things change?

The other side patiently said, "i.think.you.do! I＇m．asking．you．as．a．friend，get．help！ See．the．shrink！ Talk．about．what．happened！ Don＇t．let．this．eat．away．at．you！”

(I'm telling you as a friend that you need help. Meet a psychologist and talk about what happened. Don't let it bother you all the time!)

“I＇m．fine！ I．appreciate．the．concern！ Thank．you！”（ I'm fine, thank you for your concern!)

One tries to persuade, the other always closes his heart, and the call ends soon.

She left her cell phone and went into the room to get the change of clothes.

Under the shower, she was drenched with hot water and allowed the warm water to pour down from her head. In fact, she knew very well that if she went on like this, she would collapse sooner or later, but it didn't matter. She couldn't forget the past and the thing that ruined her life.

This is her punishment.

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