my psychologist

Zhou Ying's two "teachings" made me curious and want to explore Fan Dongfang, in other words, I had a little bit of interest in him, such as——

"Fan Dongfang's sexuality exploration", "Who are Fan Dongfang's 100 mysterious lovers who fight against the five scum", "Fan Dongfang's suspected indifference", etc., each "topic" has added countless colors to my boring assistant career .

I just don’t know if I wasn’t cryptic enough, and I was noticed by Fan Dongfang’s sharp and terrifying insight. Apart from adding a lot of fun to my recent assistant career, it seems that the difficulty is also steadily increasing, almost every day. Teacher Fan was sharply critical, and Zhou Ying repeatedly said that Teacher Fan was very special to me, and he really did what he did to let colleagues in the Psychology Department of Lecheng Central Hospital see how he disliked me.

In this way, I circle around Fan Dongfang every day, being made difficult and scolded, gossiping in my head while doing my homework, and reading those books and notes that Fan Dongfang gave me every night, just for the purpose of reading the books and notes that Fan Dongfang gave me every half month. In the spot check, I can win a city and win the next wave of rewards——Dinner cooked by Fan Dongfang himself. The picture is not about the stuttering but the sour taste of Fan Dongfang making soup for me.

Fortunately, my mind is not bad, and I passed every spot check perfectly, and I just passed the third spot check.

The moment Fan Dongfang nodded to show that he had passed the test, I put away my respect from the students, put my hands on the desk and leaned towards Fan Dongfang across the desk, and asked with a smile: "Teacher, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Fan Dongfang looked at me with a half-smile: "Are you addicted to eating?"

I nodded honestly: "It's better than takeaway."

Fan Dongfang poked my eyebrows with his fingertips, and said in a tone of voice, "You're used to it."

I took the white coat that Fan Dongfang had taken off and hung it on the hanger with me, and said to Fan Dongfang who was checking his appearance in the mirror: "Hey, I want to eat spicy crab."

Fan Dongfang beckoned me to leave with him, and before leaving the door, he suddenly said, "You've been getting carried away lately, so be tight when you get out of this door, or don't blame me for embarrassing you."

In seconds, I became like a little assistant who had been scolded, with a face full of grievances: "I'm just a little assistant, how dare I go out of line?"

Fan Dongfang snorted, Shi Shiran walked out of the office, I hurriedly locked the door of the office, and followed him to the parking lot step by step.

Late July in Lecheng can already be described as scorching sun.

Even though it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun stubbornly hanging in mid-air still made people feel restless.

After a day of drying the car in the open-air parking lot, when the door was just opened, it was like opening a steamer that was burning on the fire.

I opened the door of the car to dissipate the heat for a while before I dared to sit in the car, start the car and turn on the air conditioner. Only when the air conditioner blew away the stuffy heat in the car did Fan Dongfang sit in the co-pilot seat. With the rear door wide open, he had no choice but to get out of the car and close the doors on both sides.

After returning to the car, I told Fan Dongfang, "I met Dean Fan just now."

Fan Dongfang fiddled with his mobile phone, and said unhurriedly, "Let's go, he's going to have surgery at 04:30, so he doesn't have time to catch us leaving early."

"He asked where we were going, and I said I would send you to the New Green Plaza for an interview." Seeing that Fan Dongfang was still fiddling with his mobile phone and had no intention of wearing a seat belt at all, I had to lean over and help him fasten his seat belt.

Fan Dongfang raised his hand to cooperate with me to fasten the seat belt, and finally raised his eyes to look at me: "It's not necessary."

I joked with a smile: "Dean Fan has a higher level than you, I dare not tell him that we have to leave early to eat crabs."

Fan Dongfang chuckled, and pointed to the front: "Don't remind me again, if you want to eat crabs, just drive to the port."

I started the car and said to him, "Have you brought cash? You can't use cards there."

Fan Dongfang threw his bag on my lap directly: "See if there is enough food for you, a foodie, and stop at the self-service bank in front."

I watched the people queuing up to go out and stuffed my handbag back into Fan Dongfang's arms: "Don't tell me, how dare I touch your bag? If you are really sincere, you can see for yourself."

Fan Dongfang snorted, but still kept his fingers on the phone screen: "Is there something that your little Daji dare not do?"

There was obviously something to be said, my thoughts turned sharply, and I couldn’t figure out where I had offended him after turning around for several times, I glanced at him with trepidation from the corner of my eye: “You can just scold me for what I did wrong, don’t hold back yourself."

Fan Dongfang's eyes finally moved away from the phone screen, but he raised the phone screen to my eyes: "Xu Yuannan recommended me a new gadget, the function is a bit like Twitter, I just checked it, it's really interesting .”

I:"……"

Fan Dongfang looked at me sideways, with a half-smile: "Little Daji, what's wrong?"

I:"……"

Fan Dongfang smiled and asked me slowly: "Do you think it's a coincidence? There is also a da da da among the followers sent to me by Weibo."

Me: "..." What a coincidence, the coincidence is so palpitating.

Fan Dongfang took back his mobile phone, and read the latest Weibo post of "Da Da Da" in his gentle and gentle tone: "#又是想见Mr.F别人生活的一天# During the rounds, I was disgusted by Mr. F again in public, When I returned to the office, I received another F-style consolation, although the consolation was still mustard-flavored. No wonder Mr. F is still single. No girl can handle this temper like this, except Miss Z. Spread your hands emoji .”

"I used to suspect that Mr. X was Mr. F's soul mate. However, according to my observations, Mr. X probably would not dare to feed a tiger with his body. Mr. F is very likely to have a shaved head and a hot head, and he is still a solo mother."

"The legendary 100 admirers may be bragging 13. After fifty days of observation, I still only found one Ms. Z. Mr. X and Mr. DF can barely make up the number, and win the respect?"

"Curiosity killed meow, it's not good, it's not good!"

Listening to Fan Dongfang read one by one, I didn't come back to myself until the car behind me honked to urge me, touched my hot ears, and stepped on the accelerator.

Fan Dongfang leaned lazily on the car door, his eyes fell on my face as if with substance: "What's wrong? Little Daji, huh?"

I slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding the risk of running a red light, and insisted, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?" Fan Dongfang caught off guard and pinched my ears, "The ears are so red, do you have a fever?"

Resisting the urge to rub my ears, I opened my eyes and said nonsense: "It's dry."

Fan Dongfang finally withdrew his X-ray-like gaze, and began to browse my past Weibo: "This da da da is very interesting, you should also pay attention to it, maybe you can find your long-lost brother."

I:"……"

With a smile on his face, Fan Dongfang told me solemnly: "From now on, remind me to watch the updates of Da Da Da every morning, which will help me maintain a good mood."

Me: "Okay." This means that if I don't want to break the tacit window paper, I have to continue to update Weibo?

How does it feel to be read the content of the tree hole face to face by the tree hole object?

As thick-skinned as I am, my ears turn red with shame, and even the crabs I bought after driving for more than an hour don’t seem to have much appetite.

However, Fan Dongfang seems to be in a particularly good mood today. He bought not only crabs, but also shrimps, razor clams, sea urchins and conchs. He was busy washing and scrubbing in the kitchen by himself and didn't ask me to help.

I stayed on my Weibo account for more than half an hour before I was finally healed by the aroma of spicy crabs and freed from the shame that seemed to haunt me.

I squeezed half a crab and wandered into the kitchen, gnawed on the crab with Fan Dongfang's back, blowing the discounted rainbow fart while gnawing: "Hey, teacher, you can directly set up a stall with this craft."

Fan Dongfang looked back at me and asked, "Resurrected with full blood?"

I sucked the soup on my fingers with some indignation: "Well, the air conditioner will make you feel comfortable."

Fan Dongfang gave a low laugh, and pointed at the steamed razor clams: "Grilled, remove the internal organs."

I exchanged glances with Fan Dongfang, who was obviously planning to watch me work, and picked up the knife resignedly: "It's all seafood, can your stomach do it?"

Fan Dongfang frowned, and hung an apron around my neck: "What do you think?"

I raised my arms slightly and waited for Fan Dongfang to help me tie the apron, and said with a smile, "Teacher is not someone who wrongs me."

Fan Dongfang snorted softly: "I don't know if you are smart or stupid."

I smiled and said nothing.

Two months of getting along, three visits to the church, the relationship between me and Fan Dongfang is no longer limited to the relationship between wooing and being wooed, teaching and being taught, and we get along more like friends in private, maybe even closer than ordinary friends Some.

At least, according to my observation, in the past two months, I was the only one who entered here and could enjoy this man's cooking in a grandiose way.

It is precisely because of this special treatment that I always carefully avoid dialogues that would cause ambiguity and ambiguity.After all, even though I occasionally have the CP between him and Mr. Xu in my mind, I am not sure about his sexuality.Before confirming his sexual orientation, I don't want to have feelings for him beyond friendship, even if he is so good that I can't move my heart. It is my moral bottom line not to provoke straight men.

Fan Dongfang's seafood cooking skills are better than home-cooked dishes. After balancing my mentality, I ate very comfortably without any burden.However, as the old saying goes, "A blessing never comes singly, a misfortune never comes singly." The fact that Fan Dongfang followed his Weibo account by accident wasn't a disaster, but he still brought along his little partner.

I was eating spicy crab happily, and my mother's video request came on my mobile phone.

Fan Dongfang glanced at the oil on my hands, took the phone and pointed the camera at me, and connected the video for me.

I held up the red crab and said hello with a smile: "Mom, good evening."

Mom raised her delicate eyebrows, and asked softly, "Are you at a friend's house?"

An alarm bell sounded in my heart: "Well, I'm eating at Teacher Fan's house."

Mom's words were full of smiles: "It seems that you and Teacher Fan are getting along well."

I held up the red glowing hand and said with a smile, "Yes, it's very good, the kind he trains me every day to make me want to die."

Mom frowned, disapproving: "Daxi, how about your upbringing?"

I raised my hand to beg for forgiveness: "Okay, I was wrong, Mom, but please don't think too much."

My mother understood what I meant, and knew that there were related parties we were talking about, so she nodded and changed the subject: "Professor Hong's student, do you remember?"

I raised my eyebrows, glanced at Fan Dongfang over the phone, and nodded: "I remember, what's wrong?"

My mother smiled and said: "It's also a coincidence. I heard that Professor Hong is just like you when I was chatting with Professor Hong two days ago. Professor Hong and I agreed that he happens to go to Lecheng to record programs every Monday, so I will help you two." Let's meet for afternoon tea."

I looked at the faint smile on Fan Dongfang's face, and didn't dare to hope that he didn't understand the true meaning behind my mother's euphemistic words. I don't know how to answer my mother's words.

Until my mother asked me through the video: "What? Surprise is silly?"

I withdrew my gaze from meeting Fan Dongfang, and replied helplessly, "I'm very surprised."

Mom smiled softly: "I will send you his contact information later, at 3 pm on Monday, at the Old Time Cafe near Lecheng TV Station, see you there."

I was dying: "Can I say no?"

The mothers gently refuse: "No, you have to go, unless..."

I hastily compromised and interrupted my mother's refusal: "Okay, I'll go."

After the video call ended, I looked at Fan Dongfang and asked, "Teacher, can I take an hour off on Monday afternoon?"

Fan Dongfang looked at me for a moment, then said slowly, "Yes."