I loved Feng Jue for 12 years.
To win his favor, I agreed to a hidden marriage, content to be the woman behind him. But to punish me for not divorcing him, he imprisoned me on a secluded isla...
Chapter 86 New Discovery
Several people stayed with Academician Song until dinner in the evening before leaving.
Before the meal, at the kind reminder of Academician Song, Yan Ai added Gong Yan'an and Yang Weizhao as WeChat friends.
Yan Ai knew that neither of them liked posting on WeChat Moments, so she didn't refuse, but it was difficult for her to refuse.
However, when they first met in their previous life, they exchanged phone numbers instead of WeChat. Even though they exchanged WeChat later, they always contacted each other directly by phone if there was anything, and never used WeChat.
On the way home, Yan Zexun tentatively asked Yan Ai, "What do you think of those two young men?"
Yan Ai was driving. Hearing this, she blurted out without thinking, "They are all good, but I won't consider relationships in the next few years."
Judging from the tone, there seems to be no room for maneuver.
"Well, Dad knows, but it doesn't matter. You are still young and there is no need to rush." Yan Zexun nodded.
Although he knew the result would be like this, he still felt a little regretful.
After spending just half a day together, Yan Zexun actually felt that either of the two young men, Gong Yan'an, was more suitable for Yan Ai than Feng Jue.
What a pity.
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Yan Ai first sent her father home, and then returned to her own community.
As for the box of grapes sent by Academician Song, she and her father each took half.
After parking the car in the garage, Yan Ai took half a box of grapes to take the elevator. She was on the 20th floor. After entering the elevator, she suddenly thought of a question.
If Feng Jue really bought a house here, which building is it in? Could he be living in the same building as me?
Just as she was thinking this, the elevator had already reached the 20th floor. As the elevator door slowly opened, Yan Ai looked up and vaguely saw a man standing outside the elevator door.
Whatever you fear will come true.
When the elevator door opened wide enough, Feng Jue's icy face appeared clearly in front of her.
Yan Ai's heart sank immediately.
It seems that Feng Jue not only lives in the same building as her, but also on the same floor!
While I was stunned, the elevator door slowly closed again. The man quickly reached out to hold the elevator door, and a slightly teasing voice came over, "Do you want to come out or go down with me?"
Yan Ai suddenly came back to her senses, then held half a box of grapes in front of her and walked out of the elevator quickly without saying a word to him.
Feng Jue followed Yan Ai's back with his gaze, but quickly retracted it and stepped into the elevator.
When the elevator door closed, Yan Ai stopped and looked back. It was eight o'clock in the evening and he was still going out. She guessed that this man would not spend the night here. This was a blessing in disguise.
Then she sighed again, it seemed that she would have a nightmare again tonight.
Since she has nothing to do tomorrow, she should go see a psychiatrist. Otherwise, if she meets him here often in the future, she will not only have nightmares but also vomit to death.
The feeling of vomiting is so exhilarating, only those who have vomited know it.
After returning home and packing up briefly, Yan Ai searched online for the most authoritative hospital in psychological intervention, planning to go there to register early the next morning.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Yan Ai drove to a very famous psychiatric hospital in City A and made an appointment with a clinical psychologist.
Almost at the same time, Shang Yin learned about Yan Ai's registration status through black technology.
He immediately called Feng Jue.
Feng Jue had just returned to the villa after his morning run. He saw that it was Shang Yin calling and answered the phone immediately.
"Are there any new discoveries?" Feng Jue asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a clean towel draped over his shoulder.