my psychologist

This is not a very beautiful encounter, even in the melodious sound of the violin.

After careful study, I only have the right to be angry in my heart for what I saw. After all, the relationship between us has not been clearly established, and even if it is only one step away, there is still a three-month limit that has not been fulfilled.

And my upbringing also prevented me from making disrespectful behaviors in public, only a sneer appeared on my lips to vent my dissatisfaction.

There was a sudden weight in the arms that had been vacant all this time, I looked away from the friendly couple, and showed a slight smile to Teacher Li who asked me "what's the matter" with concern in his eyes: "I met an acquaintance. "

Teacher Li frowned, and gently reminded me: "What you see may not be true. Don't rush to make a conclusion. Give the other party a chance to explain."

I nodded to be taught: "Don't worry, sister, I know."

In a few words, Fan Dongfang walked across from me with the little girl on his arm.

The clothes of these two have obviously been changed. Fan Dongfang's shirt and trousers have become a three-piece suit, and the little girl's hoodie and hot pants have become a knee-length dress. The little girl also specially painted a youthful and beautiful makeup.

Seeing the little girl's hands in Fan Dongfang's arms, even though I believed in his character and aesthetics, I still couldn't hold back my temper, and sneered at him: "Teacher Fan, what a coincidence."

Fan Dongfang took a deep look at me inexplicably, and replied flatly: "Well, it's a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet Xiao Da here."

My eyebrows moved slightly, and I smiled lightly: "Ms. Li is used to eating Western food. She is the only protagonist tonight, so naturally her taste will be the main one."

Teacher Li was working on a quiet background board, but I was suddenly cueed, so I could only say with a smile: "I heard from the school that Teacher Fan could not come because of something. I still regret not having the opportunity to meet a young talent like Teacher Fan." Jun, I didn't expect that fate would have its own arrangement, so we still met in the restaurant."

Fan Dongfang restrained his slightly sharp aura, with his usual smile on the corner of his mouth, and said humbly: "Mr. Li is too serious. I'm still far behind. I can't be called a young talent by Mr. Li."

Teacher Li smiled, and said unhurriedly: "Since you can make the school praise you all night, in my opinion, you can be regarded as a young talent."

Hearing Teacher Li make up nonsense in such a convincing tone, the sneer on my lips almost couldn't hold back. I avoided Fan Dongfang's stare, which became particularly meaningful, and glanced at the little girl beside him, then bowed my head and said to Teacher Li: "Sister , shall I take you back to rest?"

"It's okay, I'm really tired." Teacher Li nodded in agreement, and then smiled at Fan Dongfang, "We won't disturb Teacher Fan's appointment with a beautiful woman."

My eyes returned to Fan Dongfang again, and I chuckled softly, with a sense of alienation that I didn't usually have in the laughter: "The beautiful day is beautiful, we will not disturb Teacher Fan, I wish you a pleasant evening."

Fan Dongfang replied shamelessly: "With your good words, I will definitely."

On the way to send Teacher Li to the hotel, I was a little absent-minded. I couldn't help wondering when Fan Dongfang hooked up with that little girl, and how Fan Dongfang hooked up with that little girl.

After thinking about it all the way, until he arrived at the destination, he temporarily put aside those wild thoughts and walked around to the co-pilot to open the car door for Mr. Li.

Teacher Li has been in contact with psychological counseling since the 90s, and her more than 20 years of professional experience are not in vain. The encounter just now was enough for her to understand the tricky thing hidden between me and Fan Dongfang. It is even more impossible to hide it from her eyes.

Before parting, Teacher Li told me: "Don't think about it, listen to his explanation."

I was silent for a moment, and said truthfully: "I believe in his character intellectually, but I don't understand his behavior emotionally. If he wants to explain, I will naturally listen. If he doesn't explain, I don't seem to ask. After all, I should be pursuing him now, in the chosen position."

Teacher Li patted me on the back: "Believe in your own vision, Teacher Fan is good, and I won't let you pay wrongly."

I couldn't help laughing: "Sister gave him such a high evaluation just by meeting once. It seems that he is really that good?"

Teacher Li poked my head and said with a smile: "You know best if he is good or not, otherwise you would not be so concerned. The reason why I give such an evaluation is because I am an old friend with his mother. Heard a lot about him there."

I raised my eyebrows with great interest: "Hey, sister, may I buy you coffee?"

Teacher Li waved his hand and refused: "No, I still want to sleep peacefully at night. And I can't deprive you of the fun of being in love. It's better for you to understand him with your heart than to listen to my things with subjective judgments from me." .”

I was just on the spur of the moment, and after being rejected, I didn't force it: "Okay, okay, I know my sister has worked hard today, don't delay your rest, see you tomorrow."

After watching Teacher Li enter the hotel lobby, I sat in the car and glanced at my phone before starting the car. There was no message from Mr. Fan, and I didn't know whether I should thank him for his trust in me.

The last afterglow of the setting sun sank into the distant sky, and the light strips like a long dragon illuminated the whole city, and people who had worked hard all day returned to the homes they had worked hard for.

No one was waiting for me to go home, so I didn't have to blend into the traffic to squeeze the last bus in the evening rush hour, so I simply took a long detour and drove the car along Qinghe Road beside Qinghe.

There were a lot of people strolling on the river bank in twos and threes after dinner. The children's childish words floated into the car with the evening wind, which disturbed a lot of inexplicable boredom in my heart.

When passing by the open-air basketball court, I parked the car on the side of the road and played a game with the healthy young man on the basketball court. After sweating profusely, I felt a lot more refreshed.

I felt refreshed after taking a bath at home. Today, I was so excited that I always wanted to eat something cold. When I was squatting in front of the refrigerator and looking through the freezer drawer, the doorbell rang.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and I really didn't know who would come at this time. The doorbell rang unhurriedly, and stopped ringing after three rings.

I continued to rummage through the refrigerator, and finally found a snowman popsicle. Then I took a popsicle in my mouth and went to the entrance to take a look through the peephole.The voice-activated lights in the corridor have been turned off, and only a vague figure can be seen, but I still recognize him at a glance——Fan Dongfang.

I slowly took a bite of the ice cream and opened the door: "Mr. Fan?"

Fan Dongfang didn't seem to be left outside the door by me for several minutes. When he saw me open the door, a smile appeared on his expressionless face: "Well, you are not welcome?"

I stepped aside to open the door, and joked: "Don't dare, after all, you are my boss, teacher and rescuer Lei Feng, standing at the top of the food chain, I can't afford to offend the bottom food."

Fan Dongfang Shiran entered the door, hung the coat on his arm at the door, and walked in behind me: "Well, this metaphor is good."

I thought about it twice before I finally understood the meaning of his words. I took a hard bite of the soft ice cream and asked him, "Why did you come to my place?"

Fan Dongfang laughed: "I'll borrow a toilet first."

I gave him a blank look, pointed in the direction of the guest guard, and said nothing.

Fan Dongfang laughed again, I knew he was laughing at my childishness, last time he came I let him use the main guard, this time I pointed him to the guest guard.But he was obedient, and entered the guest bathroom in the direction I pointed. Five minutes later, after borrowing the toilet, he even took out the hair dryer in my guest bathroom.

Unsurprisingly, he flipped through the plugboard in the living room and connected the hair dryer. Fan Dongfang walked up to me and began to blow dry my hair. His fingertips went through my hair and grabbed my scalp. The movements were as gentle as if It's treating the treasure in the palm of my hand, it's almost touching the tip of my heart.

I fixed my eyes on his belt buckle and silently reminded myself not to be blinded by lust. In the tug-of-war between fainting and not fainting, I let him dry my hair in silence, and I complained: "You blow all my ice cream melted."

Fan Dongfang looked down at me, wiped the corner of my lips with his fingertips, and smiled lowly: "Then what should I do?"

I poked his belt buckle with popsicle chopsticks and pushed him away, looked up at him with a half-smile, and said something related: "If you can eat it, eat it, if you can't eat it, throw it away. I never give up."

Fan Dongfang took the popsicle chopsticks from my hand and waved them in front of my eyes: "It seems that I can still eat them."

I gave him a blank look and ignored him.

Fan Dongfang sat on the coffee table, looked at me face to face, and asked me: "You were full of questions in the lounge, now the right time and place are right, why are you dumb again?"

I thought about it, and said truthfully, "I don't want to ask."

Fan Dongfang frowned, and then said helplessly, "Then let me do the talking. After all, I owe you an explanation."

My right index finger subconsciously scratched the sofa next to my leg, and said with an indifferent attitude: "You can say what you want, and I won't force you if you don't want to say it..."

Fan Dongfang put the palm of his left hand on the tip of the index finger and middle finger of his right hand and made a "stop" gesture, and reprimanded me in a neutral tone: "Don't make trouble."

I leaned back on the back of the sofa, crossed my chest and looked at him with a sneer: "I'm not in the position to make a fuss, so how could I make a fuss?"

Fan Dongfang frowned, and asked me, "What do you think makes you feel right to make trouble?"

I thought about it and said, "At least now I'm not yours."

Fan Dongfang got up, put his hands on the back of the sofa, wrapped me in his arms, looked down at me, and asked me unhurriedly: "I kissed you too, and I promised you, you still want to give me a kiss?" Who thinks you're not mine? Is it because you're so casual when you're constantly filming, or do you think you're mine only if I fuck you? Huh?"

The sudden rudeness and dominance made me palpitate for a moment, and soon my face flushed, not because of embarrassment but because of anger from him.I put my legs together and tightened his legs to prevent him from dodging, and punched his cheek with a fist: "Fuck you! You treat me like I am you? By a bitch... um..."

The fist he swung did not land on his face, but was pinched by his wrists and pressed against the back of the sofa. This guy's force value was indeed several levels higher than mine, as I had guessed. I can't use any strength from my restrained legs, I can only be pressed by him on the sofa and let him do whatever he wants between my lips and teeth, until there is a trace of blood in my mouth, then he slightly raises his head and lets go of my lips, hoarse He asked me in a low voice: "Why is your mouth so dirty? Huh?"

I can clearly feel his id impulse bound by the suit pants through the nightgown, and the current posture is really a bit subtle-it is especially convenient for him to execute me on the spot, so for the sake of safety, I admit it directly Counseling: "After hanging out with that bandit Ling Yu for a long time, he took him under his wing. Once he got angry, he couldn't control his mouth."

He looked at me blankly for a moment, pressed his thumb against my lips, and ordered in a neutral tone: "It's changed."

The anger in my heart tended to rise again, but it was quickly suppressed by his next words, he said: "Spit your fragrance at me again, and I will fuck|death you."

I admit that my heart beat faster, and I was also counseled.I lightly touched his fingertips with the tip of my tongue: "You are a dictator in your bones."

He chuckled and asserted, "You like it."

I categorically deny it: "Bullshit."

Instead of continuing to argue with me, he let go of me, stood up slowly, looked down at me and asked, "Can we talk now?"

I moved my weak legs, and accidentally rubbed against his legs, causing him to chuckle. As if nothing had happened, I straightened my messy nightgown, and responded with a posture: "Well, let's talk."