my psychologist

You can joke, but you can’t do things without principles. Fan Dongfang gave me trust, so I should return loyalty.

The business of Liren's corporate training is under Qiao Feifei's management. In the past two months, I have been in a state of giving up on Liren.

Now that Fan Dongfang entrusts me to write the bidding document from the consulting center, I will naturally not inquire about Li Ren's movements in this regard, and of course it is impossible to disclose to Li Ren that I want to write this bidding document.

MD, after thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was a bit too difficult for me to be caught in the middle. I felt sorry for myself for ten seconds, and when I finished feeling sorry for myself, I called Ling Yu and made an appointment for a meal.

Regardless of Ling Yu's various opinions on Fan Dongfang recently, the dinner party agreed to it very happily, and in a few sentences, it was decided to meet tomorrow night at Jiang's private kitchen near the "semi-villa area" in the southern suburbs.

The so-called "semi-villa area" is just a joke of the locals, referring to the more than [-] small two-story buildings on the mountainside behind Shicun Village in the southern suburbs and the stone village at the foot of the mountain that still retains the simple and rustic style.

The stone village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is unique.

The Jiang family's private kitchen is located at the head of Shicun Village, beside the Qinghe River, taking up all the scenery of the mountains and rivers.

It is midsummer at this time, the Qinghe River is clear and green, the weeping willows are fresh and green, the antique small courtyard is hidden among the pink willows and green, and the painted boats are rippling on the clear water. pleasant time.

I smiled and asked Fan Dongfang: "Do you have the illusion of traveling to the ancient Qinhuai River?"

Fan Dongfang let out a soft "huh", and said in a neutral tone with his usual tone: "It fits Mr. Ling's style of painting."

I couldn't help laughing, and reminded Fan Dongfang: "Teacher, don't forget that you are here today for cooperation, please be friendly."

Fan Dongfang gave me a sideways look, opened the door and got out of the car.

I got out of the car, and after locking the car, I greeted Fan Dongfang to go to the courtyard: "The food here is delicious and authentic, and it should suit your taste."

Fan Dongfang chuckled: "It suits my taste, what do you eat?"

I laughed and said, "There will never be a table full of vegetarian dishes. Drunken chicken, drunk fish, salted duck, sweet-scented osmanthus duck, beggar chicken, Dongpo pork, squirrel fish, lion head, eat whatever you catch!"

Fan Dongfang laughed softly, and the laughter drifted into my ears with the wind by the river, which was very provocative.

I pinched the earlobe of the ear that directly listens to the radio, and tugged Fan Dongfang who was about to go to Huafang: "Let's go to the courtyard to find the proprietress to report and get a number plate, otherwise we will be rocked." The little brother refused."

Jiang Lin, the owner of Jiang's private kitchen, is a Jiangsu-Zhejiang woman in her forties. The red cheongsam with black background, flaming red lips, and a cigarette between her green fingers fully interpret the term "sexy stunner".

Seeing me, Jiang Lin threw the cigarette case to me: "Yo! You haven't come for a while."

Ling Yu and I are regular customers here, and we are naturally acquainted with the proprietress. I took a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with my own fire, and said with a smile: "I've been busy recently, so I have to feel wronged."

"Don't treat your body badly just because you are young, or you will know how powerful you are when you are my age." Jiang Lin poured two glasses of red wine to me and Fan Dongfang, and asked me, "New friend? Looks a bit Mian Shan, why don't you introduce me?"

"Sister Jiang is still young! Tsk, it's a pity that I have to drive in a while, so I have to pass by this fine wine." I took my glass of wine and smelled it, and reluctantly pushed it to Fan Dongfang. He smiled, "My friend, you may have seen him on TV when you see his good-looking face."

"Yo! Are you a star?" Jiang Lin teased me, and looked at Fan Dongfang with interest, "What dramas have you been filming? I have to find out for your looks."

I couldn't help laughing, and looked at Fan Dongfangle: "The programs he has filmed are called "Dialogue with the Heart" and "Talk about Life". If you watch it, you will definitely become a fan."

Fan Dongfang gave me a sideways look, put down his own wine glass slowly, picked up my glass of wine and sipped it slowly, and it was rare that he didn't knock me down: "It's not a popular show, you may not have watched it."

"Whether it's popular or not depends on online reviews." Jiang Lin picked up her phone and started searching for "Dialogue with the Heart" and "Life in Comics".

I interrupted Jiang Lin with a smile: "Don't be so busy searching for him, let someone send us to the boat first, let's talk about something first."

Jiang Lin heard that she took a wooden sign painted with peach blossoms from the counter next to it and handed it to me, smiling meaningfully: "Go, I won't delay your business."

I know that Jiang Lin was misled by me to think that Fan Dongfang was my 18th-line starlet, and I couldn't help but start laughing when I went out, until I got to the ferry on the shore, and then I slightly restrained my smile.

Fan Dongfang, whose insight is as keen as he is proficient in mind reading, today for the first time did not speak ill of me, and was as silent as a melancholy and cold prince.

I stepped onto the ferry and looked back at Fan Dongfang who was still standing on the shore, and smiled and stretched out my hand to him, teasing: "Do you want me to help you?"

Fan Dongfang glanced at me quietly, smiled, and put his hand on my palm slowly: "Well, you have to perform well, so that you can atone for your sins."

Fan Dongfang's fingertips were a little cold and his palm was a little damp. I squeezed his hand and gently tugged: "Why did I suddenly become a guilty youth?"

Fan Dongfang followed my strength and stood beside me firmly, but he held my hand holding him extra tight, and he didn't intend to let go after standing still: "What did you do just now, you should There are many."

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little fool. The last thing I have in my heart is counting." I couldn't help laughing as I said, I wanted to spread my hands to express helplessness, but I couldn't free the hand that was held by him, and I couldn't help being slightly surprised .

The night wind came slowly, stopped at the bow of the boat, and went boating on the river, blowing away the dryness of midsummer, and it was very cool.

After a little attention, I found that Fan Dongfang's hands and the sweat between our hands became colder.

I tilted my head and looked at the man who suddenly disappeared, as if he was concentrating on admiring the scenery on both sides of the strait. I smiled slightly and said to the boy who was rocking the boat: "Little brother, please take us back to the shore. I suddenly remembered that I am a little bit urgent I forgot to talk to Sister Jiang about it."

The boat turned around on the river, and the man who had been standing upright like a pine suddenly lost his strength and leaned on me with a low smile: "That's right, I found out that the teacher is afraid of the water only a dozen meters away from the shore."

I raised my arms to wrap around the waist that made me miss him every time I walked behind him, and I felt a little bit of anger in my heart, and the smile on my face turned into an out-and-out sneer.

Fan Dongfang turned his face away, stared at my side face at a close distance, and asked knowingly with a smile: "Are you angry?"

I snorted softly, and said in a neutral tone: "Don't dare."

Fan Dongfang put his chin on my shoulder directly, and his voice was unprecedentedly soft: "Little Daji, please understand the teacher's painstaking efforts to create a perfect person in front of you, huh?"

The warm breath breathed on my ears, which made my heart itch. I turned my head to look at him, and my lips inadvertently slid across the bridge of his straight nose. Looking closely at each other has surpassed the range of ambiguity. .I couldn't help asking him: "Teacher, why do you want to pretend to be a perfect person in front of me?"

Fan Dongfang had a soft smile in his eyes, and he looked at me without dodging: "Why does the peacock open its tail?"

These were the most suggestive words Fan Dongfang had ever said, but they were still just hints. I let go of him and turned to watch the ferry slowly approaching the shore: "When you are frightened, demonstrating, defending, and protecting yourself, you will open your screen."

Fan Dongfang smiled softly, and the voice of the foul rose and fell into my ears: "Little Daji, wait for the teacher to dance for you."

My heart moved, I stopped the step I took, and turned to ask him: "Why do you have to wait?"

Fan Dongfang smiled, without comment, pointed to his leg and said to me: "The leg is a bit weak, give me a hand."

I stared at him for a moment, stretched out my hand towards him, and smiled lightly: "What a pitiful piranha."

Fan Dongfang got on the shore with the strength of my hand, and when he stepped on the ground, the man was instantly revived with blood, shook my hand and smiled lowly: "The last thing the teacher wants is pity."

With a slight twitch, I pulled out the hand that was still held in his palm, and with a smirk, I squinted at Fan Dongfang with a pun: "What does the teacher want?"

Fan Dongfang followed behind me, as if he didn't understand the hidden meaning in my words, he said slowly: "Favour."

I chuckled, looked ahead, and walked along the stone path to the courtyard.

Fan Dongfang smiled lowly behind me: "It's fine to salivate at least."

I stood still, turned around, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Is your language good?"

Fan Dongfang put his arms around my shoulders, turned around for me, and put his hands on my shoulders by the way: "The perfect person is broken, can't I fix it in other ways?"

I glanced at the hand on my shoulder, and lost my temper: "You tease me like this all day, isn't it very interesting?"

Fan Dongfang spoke confidently: "Well, the more you flirt, the more addicted you become."

Fan Dongfang felt dizzy, so I had to negotiate with Sister Jiang, and moved the noodles from the boat back to the small courtyard.Fortunately, in winter, guests are entertained in the courtyard, and there are ready-made private rooms, so it is not too troublesome.

Ling Yu came a bit late, the private room was packed and he hasn't arrived yet.

Just now, Fan Dongfang and I confiscated our hands a little too much, I didn't want to stay in the private room to get closer to him or be awkward with him, so I simply used the name of smoking to breathe in the yard while waiting for Ling Yu.

After smoking three cigarettes, Ling Yu finally came late. I didn't expect that he didn't come alone, but Dong Xinghai was with him.

Seeing me, Ling Yu grinned: "Yo! When did you know the rules so well and know how to go out to greet guests?"

I gave him a blank look, turned around and walked to the Peach Blossom Hall first: "Fan Dongfang gets seasick, the table has been moved to the Peach Blossom Hall."

Ling Yu put his arm around my shoulder and pulled it: "Don't rush in, tell me, why did Fan Dongfang think of inviting me to dinner? What kind of medicine does he sell in the gourd?"

I turned around and glanced at Dong Xinghai who was beside him, but didn't speak.

Ling Yu explained: "Take Dong Xiao to the 22nd Division to talk about some business, and when I came back late, I brought him here."

I raised my eyebrows when I heard the words, and didn't ask Ling Yu what business he was going to talk about, and said in a neutral manner: "He probably wants to discuss cooperation with you."

Ling Yu touched the stubble on his chin and laughed aloud: "It's very interesting, I will meet him."