my psychologist

Some cleanliness men actually had a thin layer of dust in their homes. I asked him while changing my shoes, "Are you so busy that you didn't even go home?"

Fan Dongfang frowned and turned on the robot vacuum and turned on the air conditioner: "Well, I'm basically in the hospital, and occasionally I go home to my parents."

I kicked away the silly robot that was circling around my feet, and walked in behind him: "Then do you have anything edible in your refrigerator?"

Fan Dongfang paused, turned and looked at me: "I can only guarantee that the refrigerator will be full before thirteen days."

I looked at him with a smile, and teased him: "It seems that the landlord's family has no food left."

Fan Dongfang shrugged: "No, the landlord still has fish and meat."

I took half a step forward, and the distance between my toes and his toes was only one foot: "Hey, landlord, do you give meat to eat?"

Fan Dongfang's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said with a low smile, "Yes, but it depends on your performance."

I raised my eyes and looked at him: "Isn't my performance good enough?"

Fan Dongfang's eyes gradually filled with a smile, and he raised his hand to ruffle my hair: "It's not good enough."

I brushed my hair, looked at his back and complained: "Your requirements are too high. I'm not good enough. It takes a god in the sky to make you feel good enough."

Fan Dongfang smiled lowly: "I believe there is still my Mr.Right in the world."

"Hehe." I intentionally hushed him, "Have you ever met your Mr.Right?"

Fan Dongfang cleaned up the sofa and sat up: "Since Mr. Right is naturally unique, if I meet you, will I allow you to generate electricity for love?"

I looked at him and smiled: "It's a pity that I'm just not good enough."

Fan Dongfang said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it's fun to cultivate, and you can gain some extra sense of accomplishment by personally training the unsatisfactory|teaching to be perfect."

I:"……"

Fan Dongfang raised his eyebrows and asked me, "Why, am I wrong?"

I nodded: "Yes, that's right, it's your tone just now that made me look directly at my old father, and I have mixed feelings."

Fan Dongfang had a half-smile: "Good boy, just get used to it."

I:"……"

Fan Dongfang slumped on the sofa, pointing in the direction of the bathroom: "Help me clean up the room, I'll take a nap for a while."

I couldn't help laughing: "You want the horse to run without feeding the horse?"

Fan Dongfang smiled and asked me: "Can't you generate electricity for love? Just ask if you send it or not?"

I raised my hand in a begging gesture, and said indulgently, "Fa Fa Fa!"

Taking the opportunity of cleaning up the dust, I entered the bedroom of my sweetheart grandly.

Simple European style, the main color is light gray, the curtains are half drawn, the afterglow of the setting sun spills in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and falls on the upside-down book at the head of the bed.

It can be seen that the owner's living habits are excellent, except for the accumulated dust that has not been cleaned for many days, there is no other place that needs to be cleaned.

I took a close look at Fan Dongfang's bedroom with a secretive mind, and quickly helped him clean up every corner of the bedroom, and even changed a set of bedding for him.

When changing the bedding, I found a pair of gold knot cufflinks under his pillow. It is the same pair of cufflinks that I lost one before. If he has only this one left, maybe he can make it together right.

After tidying up the room that Fan Dongfang asked me to clean up, and throwing the dirty sheets and quilts into the laundry basket, I simply started cleaning the living room as I had nothing else to do.

Fan Dongfang was probably really exhausted. I took turns using the vacuum cleaner, mop, and rag, and he slept soundly. It wasn't until I cleaned most of the living room that he was woken up by the doorbell.

Fan Dongfang calmed down, glanced at me, and said in a hoarse voice: "As long as the bedroom can sleep, what are you going to do to clean up the living room? Let's just hire a part-time worker tomorrow to do the cleaning."

I looked at him with my hands on the mop, and teased: "You sleep so soundly, you have a beautiful face and a beautiful body, I am afraid that I will not be able to help but think of something wrong when I stare at you when I am free, so I have to find some work for myself done."

Fan Dongfang let out a low laugh, the laughter seemed to be full of contempt for my words, I don't know if it was contempt for my dirty thinking, or contempt for my courage not to do anything wrong.

I immediately raised my eyebrows, pretending to be angry.

Fan Dongfang laughed and got up, leaving me cosplaying and glaring at King Kong, while he went to the porch to open the door for the people outside.

My gaze followed him to the door, watching him straighten the crumpled shirt he had just taken a nap as he walked, and I couldn't help wondering if he had an appointment with a beautiful woman, and I just happened to destroy it. After entering the two-person world of others, I automatically put myself in the position of the mistress and made up a wonderful drama in my head, and I didn't want to be ashamed of myself.

Several younger brothers in uniform uniforms each carried two fresh-keeping boxes and filed in behind a fat old man. Fan Dongfang accompanied the fat old man, and let them into the kitchen with a smile.

When the little brothers passed by me, I glanced at the logo on the uniform——Sega, a super five-star hotel, inviting their chefs to cook at home is not just enough money, it also takes favors.

Holding the mop in my left hand and the rag in my right, I looked thoughtfully at the kitchen door.

Fan Dongfang came out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw my appearance: "How about thinking about life?"

I chuckled: "I didn't think about life, but I was thinking about whether I disturbed your date with no winks."

Fan Dongfang looked at me indifferently for 5 minutes. Just when I thought we were going to meet each other for ten thousand years and make a private decision for life, Fan Dongfang suddenly raised his hand and wiped the tip of my nose, lightly Rebuke: "It's just you who play too much. Hurry up and take a shower, I have new home clothes in the closet, and I can almost eat after taking a shower."

I subconsciously wanted to touch the tip of my nose, but was stopped by the rag in my hand: "Mr. Fan, let me take it easy."

Fan Dongfang replied with a smile, "Okay."

Until the table was filled with delicious dishes, I was wearing Fan Dongfang's home clothes and stood at both ends of the table with him, and when I raised my red wine glass to toast, I still couldn't believe it: "To put it hypocritically, this treatment Makes me a little bit like a cloud."

Fan Dongfang chuckled: "Beautiful or flustered?"

I said truthfully: "It's beautiful and panicky, I can't believe it."

Fan Dongfang said slowly: "Don't think too much, this is just an ordinary dinner."

I really want to think that he is comforting me, but the operation of self-deception is a bit difficult.I looked at him, unconsciously shaking the goblet in my hand, I wanted to laugh but in the end it was half a smile: "You call this standard an ordinary dinner?"

Fan Dongfang nodded calmly: "It's just an ordinary dinner. Of course, if you insist on tasting other flavors, I can't help it. After all, your thinking is not under my control."

On the night of Qixi Festival, you took me home and spent tens of thousands of dollars to hire a chef from a star-rated hotel to cook a table full of dishes. The lights were turned off and candles were on, creating an extremely beautiful atmosphere. Then you told me solemnly that this is A light meal, I tasted any deep meaning outside the category of "light meal" Is I thinking too much?

Damn it, this can be regarded as a person doing something, I really deserve to be teased.

Fortunately, I have a stable mind and a strong heart, and I have long been mentally prepared for Fan Dongfang's "false prudence", otherwise he would be so fucking angry that he would spray a mouthful of poisonous juice and poison him to death.

A smile crept up to the end of my eyes following his words, I looked at him with a smile on my face for a moment, raised my glass and touched him lightly: "I thought my boss was a well-off industry elite, but I didn't expect that He is a rich prince who hides deeply, and tonight I, a commoner, can be regarded as enjoying the glory with you and enjoying the treatment of the court, I respect you."

Fan Dongfang clinked glasses with me calmly, and said slowly: "You have such an imagination, it's a pity not to publish books part-time."

No matter how the words came out of his mouth, it sounded meaningful. I don’t believe that when he watched the surveillance, he only saw me adding cigarette butts to the ashtray and didn’t see my fingers crawling on the keyboard, unless he was blind.

I sniffed the aroma of the wine and looked at him thoughtfully. He still had the same stable posture, so I simply pretended to be stupid and said modestly with a smile, "Don't dare, it's all because of my teacher that I have become so imaginative." Thanks to you, you gave me too much room for imagination to create me with rich imagination."

Fan Dongfang smiled lowly, and cut the heart-shaped steak on the dinner plate across the board: "Well, you're welcome."

I have to admit that I am willing to bow down to him when I am thick-skinned. This guy is already shameless when he flirts.I watched him slowly cut the steak one knife at a time, and each steak cut on the dinner plate was almost the same size.From his almost compulsive behavior, I analyzed Fan Dongfang's personality traits in my mind. At the same time, I lightly tapped my own temple with the tip of my left index finger and said with a smile, "Thank you? How do you pronounce it from me?" Can you tell me how grateful you are? Frankly speaking, I respected my teacher if I didn’t ask you for after-sales service. Excessive imagination is no less annoying than obsessive thinking. Take this evening’s meal as an example. In the hour between the doorbell ringing and the time before we sat here, so many scenes swarmed in, almost crowding my place."

Fan Dongfang raised his eyebrows and looked at me with interest: "Oh? Tell me about the 'Spring Festival Transport Peak' in your mind."

I watched him smile meaningfully: "Are you sure?"

Fan Dongfang nodded: "Of course, only after knowing the facts can we determine whether your situation is within the scope of after-sales."

have to!If you want to flirt, I will accompany you to the end!I clearly felt the excitement in my heart. I took a sip of the wine to calm down the turmoil hidden under my calm smile. I smiled and asked him: "Is there a lifetime warranty after the definition?"

Fan Dongfang glanced at me and said calmly: "The lifetime warranty is the boss's wife's treatment, not within the scope of after-sales service."

"Huh?" I put down my wine glass and said solemnly, "Boss, I want to run for Mrs. Boss. May I ask how many of my competitors are as long as Qinghe?"

Fan Dongfang has been carefully cutting the steak until he cut the whole T-bone steak into evenly small pieces, then he looked up at me and said: "Competitors are meaningless to you, after all, you have vowed to love me The little Daji who generates electricity."

I smiled slightly, and after looking at him for a moment, I suddenly said: "The moment I saw the chef enter the door, I imagined that tonight was your special time to spend Qixi with me."

Fan Dongfang handed me the cut steak and took away my share: "I just said, it's your freedom to think what you want."

I inserted a piece of sirloin, chewed this very chewy piece of meat as if it was Fan Dongfang, and continued with a smile: "Then I denied my unrealistic wish. I originally had an appointment with a beautiful woman, but unfortunately the beautiful woman broke the appointment, the candlelight dinner you prepared for him became a simple meal, and I became the guest of this simple meal as a matter of course." With a bad feeling in my heart, I made up the "three times I just imagined." The high-ranking dog blood drama "changed the soup and changed the medicine" and said "the story of the spare tire and the spare tire", and then asked him with a smile, "How about my imagination? Is it exciting?"

"The foothold of your imagination is nothingness, do you find it exciting?" Fan Dongfang looked up at me, his sharp phoenix eyes seemed to be smeared with anger, "I'm not so tasteless, if there is a 'beautiful woman' I wouldn't I will not allow you to enter my private space, little Daji."

I inserted a piece of fresh filet and brought it to his mouth, looked at him and smiled: "Sorry, so it's annoying to have a rich imagination, I need an indefinite after-sales service, is that okay?"

I seem to be calm and composed, but only I know what kind of anxiety I have in my heart. This is an emotion that cannot be controlled by reason after falling in love with someone - worrying about gains and losses.