Crazy Psychologist

Fang Xuanxuan's expression was more like a mockery than excitement, a kind of despair that everyone else was drunk and I was the only one awake.

Seeing this, Sun Yu felt that the conversation would only become more complicated, so he said to the manager, "We've made a note of this. We'll go and communicate with the child. For the cost, you supermarket should write a book title description and attach the purchase invoice. My colleagues will come to check and deal with it tomorrow."

The manager nodded repeatedly, not daring to say a word more. The cleaning lady couldn't say a word. The rag in her hand was no longer as lively as before, and her sharp eyes also restrained a lot, and followed the skylight outside the window and reluctantly restrained into the dusk. Fang Zhuo dragged Fang Xuanxuan all the way back to the car. He didn't remember how many times he said, "Dad doesn't disbelieve you." He said it so much that he began to doubt the sincerity of his words. At this time, Fang Xuanxuan no longer spoke, her body scattered, got into the car like a puppet, went home, and locked herself in her room.

The dusk along the road struggled not to be rubbed into the night, flowing through her eyes. She closed her eyes, and her head seemed to be full of cocklebur seeds, still buzzing densely while lying on the bed.

Fang Zhuo took a bath and locked herself in her room. She wanted to go to bed early to get rid of this chaotic day, but she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she simply went downstairs and drove around.

The lights in her daughter's room were already dimmed, and she must have been asleep. Fang Zhuo thought that it was really lucky to be a child these days, carefree, no matter how big the trouble was during the day, no matter how much trouble she caused to the adults, she would fall asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. Even if the sky fell in the adult world, it had nothing to do with them.

The night finally fell, and the air in the house was obscure and humid. The prosperity around the sea could not withstand the dullness of the night after all, and was torn into pieces and rubbed into the asphalt road. The golden street lights among the swaying tree shadows still revealed a magnificent tail, like money flowing out of the faucet of a rich family.

The Raohai of the rich and the Raohai of the poor are two completely different cities.

Fang Zhuo didn't fall asleep after all, and planned to drive out for a stroll. After chatting with Yu Henleng for a few words, the other party kept teasing, but he couldn't get interested.

This is the most annoying thing. The teasing and pulling are to pursue those things in the heart that are more or less shameful. Regardless of age, love and desire are entangled, and you always have to spend time to care for and touch them, otherwise there will be friction between the heart and the skin and flesh.

The road is still wide in the night of Raohai, or the neighborhood near the suburban house where they live will be quiet at night. The road is wide, which makes people feel more comfortable.

The car suddenly stopped in front of the red light line, and the engine sound stopped abruptly. The body seemed to be folded in this quiet moment, and for a while, everything was forgotten.

In a few short seconds, Fang Zhuo came back to his senses and there was no one around. Nothing happening itself can also bring some kind of anxiety, breaking through the brain barrier, and reminding the sober people that the current life is heavy and boring.

The savings are getting worse and worse, the weight is rising if you are not careful, and there is a teenage daughter who makes him confused, and he has to face the work the next day.

Life is an endless cycle, the key is that it is boring and he can't escape.

The ex-wife called again, and Fang Zhuo glanced at the time. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

"Is there anything?" Fang Zhuo answered the phone, and there was a noisy singing voice on the phone. When he heard that his ex-wife was not at home, he probably went to travel somewhere or drank with some friends. Her voice was free and easy.

"Just asking if my daughter is okay. I miss her a little bit."

"You are drunk. Didn't you just ask yesterday? Go to bed early."

"Why are you sleeping? Fang Zhuo, I tell you, your biggest characteristic is that you are boring."

She must be drunk, otherwise she wouldn't call him at this time and say some irrelevant words that make people feel stomachache in the middle of the night.

Nervous! Fang Zhuo hung up the phone and felt as if he was bitten by a cockroach. He turned around to slap it for revenge, but he couldn't find any trace of the insect.

Fortunately, it was not easy to pass the night. Yu Henleng couldn't sleep. I don't know what happened to this girl recently. The frequency of teasing has become more frequent. There was some reluctance to pull at first, but tonight it almost became an aggressive attempt to take Fang Zhuo for herself immediately.

Young and perfectly retouched photos, Yu Henleng's facial features are not very beautiful, but the young face and the equally young body, just these two things are enough for her to pull.

What does she like about herself? Old but elegant? This is not impossible, after all, he was also popular when he was young.

Didn't Fang Xuanxuan's mother also actively pursue him?

He has never failed in online love, but Fang Zhuo attaches great importance to sincerity. Even when a young girl like Yu Henleng expressed her love to him, he believed that she at least sincerely wanted to get something from him.

He bought two small gifts for Yu Henleng, which added up to more than 3,000 yuan, not very expensive. Yu Henleng was very happy, but her words seemed to want a connection other than material.

She asked more frequently, and Fang Zhuo took a small step back. He hesitated about his own sincerity.

The night was short and quiet. The next day, everything seemed normal. The father and daughter tacitly understood that no one would mention what happened in the supermarket the day before. On the way to the car, Fang Zhuo suggested that Fang Xuanxuan practice the cello well. His daughter seemed to agree in the back seat, but Fang Zhuo didn't hear it clearly.

In the classroom, during lunch break, a group of girls sat around Fang Xuanxuan, passing around a letter written on lavender paper.

"Oh my god, this is a love letter, right?" a girl shouted.

"This must be a love letter, but is the other party really a policeman?" Fang Xuanxuan nodded without saying anything.

"Is it the policeman who arrested you and released you? What's his name?"

"I can't tell you, anyway, he wrote this letter to me, and I don't know what it means."

After being circulated by several girls, this letter was kept by Shen Yuxin until the bell rang in the afternoon class, and then it was returned to Fang Xuanxuan.

"You must be lying, Xuanxuan, you are too arrogant, will your father really not scold you for doing this?"

Shen Yuxin's voice was only heard by her and Fang Xuanxuan, Fang Xuanxuan nodded again, "Why did he scold me? I didn't write a letter to him, he wrote to me."

"But, it's puppy love, and the other party is a——"

"How can it be considered puppy love? He asked me to study hard, how can it be considered puppy love, how can you tell?" "Stop it, if the class teacher knows about this, I don't know how he will scold you."

After Shen Yuxin finished speaking, she and Fang Xuanxuan played around for a few more times, and the two held back their laughter until the teacher announced the class. The school life of the girls in the class that day ended with classes, after classes and talking about the love letter Fang Xuanxuan received.