Crazy Psychologist

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

Seeing this, Sun Yu felt that the discussion would only become more complicated, so he said to the manager, "We've made a note of this. We'll go talk to the child about it. As for the cost, your supermarket can write a description of the book title and attach the purchase invoice. My colleagues will come to check and handle it tomorrow."

The manager nodded repeatedly, not daring to say a word. The cleaning lady was even more speechless. The rag in her hand was no longer as lively as before. Her sharp eyes also became more restrained, and followed the light outside the window and reluctantly retreated 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" until he began to doubt the sincerity of his words. At this time, Fang Xuanxuan no longer spoke, her body dispersed, she got into the car like a puppet, went home, and locked herself in her room.

The dusk along the road struggled not to be blended into the night and flowed through her eyes. She closed her eyes, and her head seemed to be filled with cocklebur seeds, which still made a buzzing sound as she lay on the bed.

Fang Zhuo took a shower and locked himself in his room. He originally wanted to go to bed early to end this chaotic day, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

The lights in his daughter's room were dimmed, so she must have been fast asleep. Fang Zhuo thought how lucky it was to be a child these days. You could be carefree. No matter how big a mess you made during the day, no matter how much trouble you caused to the adults, you would fall asleep as soon as you touched the pillow. Even if the sky fell in the adults' world, it would have nothing to do with them.

Night finally fell, the air in the house was dark and damp, the prosperity around the sea was ultimately no match for the dullness of the night 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 wealthy person's home.

The city where rich people live and the city where poor people live are two completely different cities.

Fang Zhuo didn't fall asleep after all, and planned to drive out for a walk. After chatting with Yu Henleng for a few words, the other party kept flirting with him, but he couldn't muster any interest.

This is the most annoying thing. Teasing and pulling are to pursue those things in the heart that are more or less shameful to show on the surface. No matter the age, the love and desire are entangled, and one must always take the time to care for and touch them. Otherwise, there will be friction between the soul and the skin and flesh.

The road around the sea at night is still wide, or rather, the neighborhood near the suburban house where they live becomes quiet at night, and the wide road makes people feel more comfortable just by looking at it.

The car suddenly stopped in front of a red light. The engine sound stopped abruptly. My body seemed to be folded in the silence and I forgot everything for a moment.

In a few short seconds, Fang Zhuo came back to his senses and found no one around. The fact that nothing had happened itself would bring about a certain anxiety, which would break through the brain barrier and remind the sober people that their current life was heavy and dull.

His savings were declining, his weight was skyrocketing, he had a teenage daughter that he couldn't understand, and he had to face work the next day.

Life is an endless cycle, and the key is that it is boring and there is no escape.

The ex-wife called again, and Fang Zhuo glanced at the time and saw that it was almost one in the morning.

"Is there something wrong?" Fang Zhuo picked up the phone. He heard noisy singing from the inside. Hearing that his ex-wife was not at home, he probably went traveling somewhere or had a drink with some friends. Her voice was free and cheerful.

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

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

"Why are you sleeping, Fang Zhuo? Let me 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 nonsense that made people's stomachs ache in the middle of the night.

Crazy! Fang Zhuo hung up the phone, and in a trance, he felt like he was bitten by a cockroach. He turned around to slap it in revenge, but he couldn't find any trace of the insect. Fortunately, it was not easy to pass the night. The rain was cold and I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what happened to this girl recently. The frequency of teasing has become more frequent. At first, there was some reluctance to pull, but tonight it almost turned into an aggressive attempt to take Fang Zhuo for herself immediately.

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

What would she like about me? Old but elegant? This is not impossible, after all, I was also popular when I was young.

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

He had never failed in online romance, but Fang Zhuo attached great importance to people's 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 Hen Leng, which cost more than three thousand yuan in total, which was not very expensive. Yu Hen Leng was very happy, but his words seemed to show that he wanted a connection other than material things.

The more she asked, the more Fang Zhuo took a small step back. What made him hesitate in this step was his own sincerity.

The night was short and quiet, and everything seemed normal the next day. The father and daughter tacitly agreed that neither of them would bring up 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." a girl shouted.

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

"The policeman who caught you and then let you go? What was his name?"

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

After being passed around by several girls, the letter was kept by Shen Yuxin until the afternoon class bell rang, when it was returned to Fang Xuanxuan.

"You must be lying, Xuanxuan. You are too arrogant. Will your father really not scold you if you do this?"

Only Shen Yuxin and Fang Xuanxuan could hear Shen Yuxin's voice. Fang Xuanxuan nodded again, "Why did he scold me? It's not like I wrote a letter to him, it was he who wrote it to me."

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

"How can it be considered puppy love? He told me to study hard, how can it be considered puppy love? How can you tell?" "Stop it. If the class teacher finds out, I don't know how he will scold you."

After Shen Yuxin finished talking, she and Fang Xuanxuan played around for a few more times. The two of them held back their laughter until the teacher announced the start of class. That day, the school life of the girls in the class was spent in class, after class, and talking about the love letter Fang Xuanxuan received. (End of this chapter)