The agent Aima also got angry, but he couldn't do anything to Yolanda.

Neither a daughter nor a friend.

I don't want her to worsen.

After pausing for a while, looking at the mess on the ground, gradually feeling pity, he sighed, and squatted down to pick up the cardboard box.

Yolanda suddenly made a foot and kicked away with a "bang" before Aima's hand touched the underground cardboard box.

The other party is unwilling to reconcile, and it is not worthy of sympathy... Aima can't bear it anymore and tilts up the pitch:

"Enough! Yolanda! When will it be a fuss? Sister is for your own good! Where is AG? The intriguing fame and fortune market! If you can't squeeze out your interests, you're just a waste! If you refuse to receive psychological treatment, you will be released in this state. I can't guarantee that we will leave the next day. You have more than ten years of contract, so you can't get along with yourself, right?"

Yolanda was like wood, motionless.

Seeing that she listened, Aima continued to persuade:

"Why should I compare with Lu Yisi? Can you compare with her? Audiences and fans will be aesthetically tired. I'll listen to my advice, okay? You have been hurting the people around you, and it will not do you any good! How will those assistants who were angry, spread it when they go outside? It's said that you are a vicious and irritable person! Why are you comparing with Lu Yisi? I admit that you lose, there is no shame! It's just a comeback!"

With ups and downs, Yolanda was hit.

There is no doubt that losing to Lu Yisi, but there is no room for turning around.

She just was unwilling to give up!

Lu Yisi, who was trampled by Yolanda a few years ago, slowly walked higher.

Yolanda's emotions that had been brewing for a long time were stiff, sad, powerless, dissatisfied and had nowhere to talk about...

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said tremblingly:

"I... receive psychotherapy, will you let me take on the role?"

Seeing that she gave in, Aima couldn't bear to say:

"Of course! Tens of millions of fans are waiting for you to return to the stage. Don't be discouraged. We are still a top artist team. This expert is a very famous psychological consultant. Many guests of wealthy people do not set up outpatient clinics and do not accept jobs easily. If you can invite him, you will definitely be fine."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door to welcome the noble psychological consultant.

As soon as the door opened, he changed into a diligent smile and said:

"It's been a long time for you to wait! Professor Miles, I'm very sorry, I should open the door soon."

Aima used his sleek social skills to welcome the young man who was blocking people thousands of miles away from the door.

"You are kind."

A young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black mask, gold-rimmed glasses, metal tassels, bent into a retro and exquisite curve.

Even though Aima has seen countless people, he is still shocked by the nobleness and majesty and alienation of the man behind him.

It's indeed a big boss!

Even if the boss lowered his eyes, he could not hide the feeling of existence that was beyond his mind and ignorance.

The energy field is too strong.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, Yolanda, pretended to be proud, defeated in seconds.

Unconsciously stood up from the sofa and stared at the fashionable and retro Honghao.

He was deeply attracted by Honghao's feminine and sharp eyes, and couldn't help but want to see clearly his appearance under the mask.

Honghao raised his eyes and said softly: "Miss Sarat, I'll be lucky, let's start now."

The sound is low and mellow, and the subwoofer seems to have tempered the essence of time, flowing through Yolanda's dry and hideous heart like a honey spring.

She has a thin figure and a cold temperament.

Just like the children of medieval aristocrats who came out of oil paintings, they are gentle and cold.

With a mysterious and unknown atmosphere.

The style that this person can interpret is very contradictory.

Yolanda recalled the cicadas in midsummer and the young man's passionate heart.

It also gives her the bad villain temperament of the person who comes, wild and supreme, and full of illusion.

It was obvious that only a pair of dark pupils showed a collection of Earth Ball Grass, Universe Grass, and Milky Way Grass.

The arrogant Yolanda couldn't hold on to her airs anymore and murmured:

"Okay...that...I'm ready."

...

Mythical TV, at 10:30 pm.

"Stars Travel Through the Ancients" live broadcast.

In order to promote the promotion of protecting female artists in the circle, this episode of the program lasted half an hour longer than in previous programs.

The audience was enjoying the viewing. Not only did they rarely turn on the station, but there were also audiences who had late get off work to join the ratings camp.

The last shot is naturally left to Lu Yisi.

The goddess is making cakes.

She sat on a stone bench, still wearing a ripped traditional Arante sabre.

He tilted his head and held the stone pot.

People who were really good at eating it two thousand years ago can actually make steamed sponge cakes... The goddess was so reluctant to eat it, and she stirred the egg white manually and mechanically.

Five minutes later...

Why do I have to do this here?... When will I have to froth... I am so tired from my hands...

Ten minutes later...

"Luyisi, protein is OK." The camera brother reminded.

"Is that so? OK."

Lu Yisi, who was filmed for a long time and played purely physically, had a brain mess and responded without a soul.

The male guest took the soaked egg white from her hands, stirred and mixed with the egg yolk slurry, and put it in a large pot to steam.

There are still ten minutes to take before the cake comes out.

The old aunt signaled to the cameraman and raised a sign to remind Lu Yisi to play freely. Anyway, most of the audience looked at her.

Lu Yisi picked up a piece of cooled and extinguished charcoal from the bottom of the stove, squatted, improvised the ground, and wrote a poem.

She held the charcoal hand and still had the scars that were pierced by fish scales and fins when she was slaughtering the fish. The wound was not deep and had not been bandaged and turned red slightly.

Lu Yisi's handwriting is very beautiful, thanks to the handsome old man who hired countless teachers and taught hard (pointing a gun to his head).

The name of the poem is "Chopping Board Fish Song"

The photographer pointed the words underground, and the audience in front of the TV also read them out-

Young people walk on the starry road

Being scolded countless times

Still persist

Still scolding countless...

Just like the fish on the chopping board

From the worry-free sea

Come to the chopping board

Come under the butcher knife

For the fruit of someone else's belly

Separation of flesh and blood

But the one holding the knife!

I don't think it's hard to catch stupid fish, there are many thorns

Just like the fish on the chopping board

Evolve into delicious food

Delicious food for granted

No need to be grateful

Don't ask for comfort

I only hope that after death, the internal organs will return to the sea

Feed back to the fish

Be a carefree fish in the next life

...

Carl in front of the TV realized something, lowered his eyes and felt depressed.

Although Lu Yisi is not smart enough, she knows pain, grievance, coldness, and other people's malice.

Like most people, Carl thought she was stupid and didn't feel at ease with anything, so sometimes, she would ignore wounds that she didn't even know.

She doesn't resist, it doesn't mean she doesn't want to.

She listens to her parents, but it doesn't mean she has no idea.

She works hard and serious, which does not mean she likes to be an artist.

She is weak and can be bullied, which does not mean that she is used to being bullied.

She has a crush on her and doesn't confess her love, which does not mean she doesn't want to get...

Carl blames himself, regrets, and feels guilty.

This poem made him understand the hearts of 40 million rose-reading girls.

Lu Yisi did her best and walked 99 steps.
Chapter completed!