He has prepared the words for thousands of times, and there will never be any problem when he says them.

Even the expression and emotion are rehearsed in advance, and the purpose is to grasp it.

Sure enough, she was satisfied to see that Wen Shutong was stunned, and a dark look flashed in her eyes.

As like as two peas follow up a victory with hot pursuit, Wen Shutong suddenly recovered his cold face and began to dislike. "Mr. Siris... Although I do not really want to call you this way, your name is exactly the same as a heart that I hate very much. It will give me a sense of string play."

"But I want to tell you that we can't be friends, but we should pay attention to a degree when chatting between friends. I'm a married woman, and I just quarrel with my husband."

"He's not dead yet. Why don't I call you to listen to his voice?"

In the last sentence, although her voice was joking, it had a silent warning.

It's like taking out a knife and putting it in front of you while playing with people, and making a defensive posture at any time.

The person in front of him was stunned at first, and then seemed to suddenly react that he was over the distance. He quickly smiled and shook his head: "I'm really sorry. I offended. When I contacted customers before, I said too much."

"But you can see your beauty with your eyes. Don't refute me. Even if you think I'm frivolous, I'll say it."

Wen Shutong also knew the advance and retreat, and nodded: "thank you, I know it myself."

Her generosity is much more comfortable than those hypocritical politeness.

The car turned around again and went all the way out of the city to a fairly well developed fishing village.

There is also a place to eat seafood, that is, on an ordinary boat, each guest has a boat, which is very quiet.

After the simplest treatment, the seafood maintains its original flavor, and the sea breeze blows next to it. Everything is so comfortable.

Wen Shutong's restless heart was finally ironed and a little more comfortable.

The man in front of her quickly helped her disassemble the shrimps and hairy crabs, and threw pieces of meat into her bowl.

Wen Shutong didn't adapt to this relationship. He quickly stretched out his hand to block it and said softly, "thank you, but don't bother."

"What's the trouble? It's my job." he smiled, his face a little less fragile and gloomy, but a little more gentle like a spring breeze.

In fact, if you ignore the gloomy feeling he gave before, he can be regarded as a good chat partner.

"What is your job? You were a waiter before?" Wen Shutong deliberately misinterpreted his meaning.

"There are so many good words to say. You have to choose the one that pierces your heart." death rarely raises his lips sincerely. "Shouldn't you serve them when you come out with a lady? This is the most basic gentleman's etiquette. Don't tell me that you haven't received such courtesy before."

Wen Shutong thought about it very seriously, then shook his head at him: "many people are afraid of my husband, so no one except him has given me special care outside, because those people are afraid of being 'special care' by my husband after the end."

"Listen, what does marriage bring to women?" he shook his head. "It's terrible to lose the privilege that should be enjoyed and be imprisoned in a corner by male chauvinism."

"You say that as if you understand it very well." Wen Shutong smiled. "You shouldn't be a feminist behind your back?"

"That's not true. I just oppose the oppression of modern society and love any woman imprisoned by marriage, especially the beautiful and excellent one like you."

His slender white fingers flew over, quickly disassembled a crab, carefully stained with vinegar and put it on Wen Shutong. "The vinegar here has a different taste. You can taste it. It's sweet. Although it's not superior, it tastes very good."

Wen Shutong didn't deny this sentence. She nodded seriously: "it's really good. And you've praised me enough tonight. It's almost OK."

"Of course not. For excellent women, you should not hesitate to praise yourself." he smiled faintly. "I heard someone discussing today that you are not qualified to go on stage because you are not involved in the design."

Don't mention it. As soon as he mentioned it, Wen Shutong's expression changed slightly. Then he smiled at himself: "as a bystander, people who watch the excitement can say anything."

"You're right, and... You have your own glowing field. You're a very excellent psychological counselor. You don't have to compare with anyone. People who want to compare with you have lost."

He opened his mouth very seriously and sincerely, "you have long found that I hide my strength on the chessboard, but I am not angry or angry, but secretly play my best within my ability."

Wen Shutong couldn't help laughing: "you really can't think of how to praise me, so did you think of this sentence temporarily? It's just a go game. I can't lift the table because I'm inferior to others?"

"No, what I want to express is that you rely on talent but are not proud of things, and you don't have to compete for performance where your ability is insufficient. You have been superior to many people, especially those who are eager to show themselves before going on stage." he explained patiently.

Wen Shutong has been praised and recognized for his excellence before.

However, after the work in the consulting room was mixed, these praising voices were far away from her.

For a long time, Wen Shutong almost forgot that she was once a famous psychological counselor in the world, and should not be confined to this world.

This reminder made her wake up like a dream, and the whole person suddenly looked up.

The God of death saw the light in her eyes with satisfaction, but her expression was still calm: "now I feel that you are in a good mood. If you don't mind, I'll have a good word with you."

Wen Shutong nodded: "tell me."

"In fact, to tell you the truth, Huo Yanlin's behavior today is somewhat like temptation." he lowered his voice. "You who study psychology should know what threshold effect is?"

Wen Shutong knew it, but he pretended to be puzzled on the surface.

He lowered his voice, and death's voice was like bewitching: "maybe he didn't know he was wrong, but knew you would be angry and still do that. This is the first step of Temptation..."

It's easy to be coaxed after you find yourself angry for the first time. Next time, it will intensify and become more and more powerful. This is the threshold effect.

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