The fierce man sat in front of a girl with glasses.
The girl with glasses has an oval face, eyebrows and peach blossom eyes, and is very charming.
It is Zhang Dantong.
There is a table between the two of them.
Zhang Dantong looked at the cases and then at the fierce men.
The peach blossom eyes stood up.
"Mr. Huang, although you have spent money, I still want to say... medical resources are precious. Instead of entertaining me here, you can use the money for psychological consultation in nightclubs. There will be many young girls who will take advantage of this.
"
As a top-level psychiatrist, Zhang Dantong's consultation fee is as high as 2,000 per hour. The fierce people directly contracted Zhang Dantong for one working day...that is, eight hours.
There are many people who miss Zhang Dantong's face and graceful figure, and many are willing to spend money on her.
Zhang Dantong was once very willing to make this money.
But ever since she got to know that ambitious man of action, Zhang Dantong only felt disgusted with people like this who spend money to pick up girls.
"Aren't my symptoms PTSD?" The fierce man was a little embarrassed to be exposed. He looked at the ceiling and pushed the case forward: "I have a headache recently. Is it schizophrenia?"
"..."
Zhang Dantong sighed.
"How about I give you some medicine for your headache?"
"Okay." Mengren didn't feel ashamed at all.
Zhang Dantong was not polite and chose a few of the most expensive medicines for the fierce man to order.
The fierce man put the medicine list in his pocket and showed no intention of leaving.
Zhang Dantong was angry for a while.
"Mr. Huang, is there anything else?"
"It really does."
"You say."
"I want to know, what symptoms did Chen Mo have when he asked you for psychological consultation?"
"Chen Mo?" Zhang Dantong shook his head: "I have never provided psychological counseling to Mr. Chen, but I have provided psychological counseling to Mr. Chen's girlfriend. As for the content of the inquiry, it is the patient's privacy. I cannot give it to you due to professional ethics.
Disclosure, hope you can understand."
The fierce man's eyes rolled around twice, and suddenly Lao Bai's teachings popped into his mind.
"What kind of person do you think Chen Mo is?"
"...Mr. Huang, I think other people's privacy should be respected."
"I'm just curious." Mengren pulled his chair forward: "I want to know what Chen Mo looks like in other people's eyes."
"In other people's eyes?" Zhang Dantong shook his head: "Mr. Chen and I don't have much interaction, so I can't comment."
"Uh...how long have you known each other? How did you meet?"
"Sorry, I think this should be Mr. Chen's privacy."
The fierce man was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head with red circles under his eyes.
"Mr. Huang?"
"You should know that Chen Mo is Ye Xiao. Now he..."
The fierce man's voice was choked with sobs and he could not speak.
Zhang Dantong saw the fierce man suddenly choked up and felt a little confused for a moment. He handed over the paper, walked out from behind the table, moved a chair, and slowly sat in front of the fierce man.
"Speak slowly, what's wrong?"
"He is my best brother and my best friend. He is upright... In Cote City, you should know his legend." ap
Zhang Dantong nodded and signaled the fierce man to continue talking.
"Because he was too upright, Night Owl was betrayed by his own people when he was arresting gangsters. He used his last strength to rescue his teammates..."
The fierce man choked up again as he spoke.
He put his right forearm across his chest and covered his face with his left hand, tears streaming down his face.
Zhang Dantong didn't realize that the fierce man's right hand was almost pinching his armpit purple...
"Mr. Chen...was killed?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
The fierce man cried even harder, muttering in his mind, "Brother, you are the toughest, sacrifice yourself for the mission, I really am not cursing you."
Zhang Dantong has never encountered such a situation.
Because the price is high and it is difficult to make an appointment, most of the people who come to her are elite gold-collar workers who are overly stressed.
This kind of crying with snot and tears is really rare.
"I want to know every bit of Chen Mo and walk through all the roads he has traveled. I got your news from Mr. Lao Bai. I thought you were familiar with him, so I asked these questions. I'm sorry..."
"..." Zhang Dantong was silent for a while, then raised his head and replied: "Mr. Chen and I have known each other for about two years. At that time, Mr. Chen had just had a fierce confrontation with criminals, and I was employed as a psychologist at the C District Law Enforcement Agency.
Counselor, responsible for PTSD psychological counseling for law enforcement officers.”
"Things have changed and people have changed." The fierce man took the paper and wiped his tears: "Director Han was assassinated a few days ago, and Chen Mo is no longer here. Why is this happening?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Huang, my condolences."
The fierce man lay on Zhang Dantong's shoulder and cried loudly. Zhang Dantong hesitated for a moment, then hugged the fierce man and patted him on the back.
After a while, the fierce man stopped crying and raised his head to wipe away his tears.
"I'm really sorry, I lost my temper."
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Dantong smiled.
"I always want to pretend to be relaxed, but when I say it, I can't help it." Mengren's eyes were red.
"I understand." Zhang Dantong nodded: "Always suppressing emotions will lead to mental illness. In severe cases, it may lead to depression. It will be much better if you let it out."
"But, who can I vent to?" The fierce man lowered his head: "Everyone says that Chen Mo is a good person, but secretly, I don't know how many people will be happy because of his death... My sadness is among those people
He looks like an out-and-out clown."
Zhang Dantong was silent.
She at least knew one person who would be happy because of Chen Mo's death.
"You can use me as a listening tree hole, and you can vent to your heart's content in front of me."
"Hey." The fierce man sighed: "Then...are you willing to listen to me tell a story?"
"certainly."
The fierce man thought about it for a while, starting from the first time he met Chen Mo on a rainy night, he started to talk about Chen Mo's "feat" with embarrassment.
Save Su Lei, protect Lao Ding, kill the inspector...
Chen Mo became a brave and loyal man and a passionate big brother in the tough man's mouth.
It was past lunch time before I knew it.
The fierce man is still chattering.
Until Chen Mo was framed and the mine was bombed, Chen Mo felt that he was burdened with 100,000 lives and could not sleep all night. In order to avenge the miners who died in the mine disaster, he killed one person every ten steps, leaving no trace behind, and walked thousands of miles alone into the tiger's den.
In the end, he was ambushed by someone and would rather die than surrender.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tears stayed again unconsciously.
The armpit of his left arm was almost bleeding from pinching...
Zhang Dantong was shocked to hear this.
When she was in the C District Law Enforcement Bureau, she was almost on a temporary basis, and then when she went to Shangcheng District, she did psychological counseling on family ethics issues or work pressure issues.
Such a heroic story makes you feel mesmerized without even realizing it.
It turned out that Chen Mo, who looked rough and silent, was actually such a legendary person.
We have experienced so much together, and the comrades who fought side by side died in a foreign country, but the man in front of him was unable to be there for various reasons... Even taking a look was a luxury. He must feel very uncomfortable in his heart, right?
And that girl named Zheng Qiuhong, she will probably cry to death...
The fierce man raised his head and tried his best to suppress the tears in his eyes.
"There is no other Chen Mo in the world."
When Zhang Dantong heard this, his heart trembled for some reason.
The legend ends.
Why did such a man become a heinous murderer in Lin Ping's mouth?
"Mr. Chen is gone, but you are still there. As Mr. Chen's comrade and brother, you must inherit Mr. Chen's will and live a good life." Zhang Dantong's nose felt a little sore for some reason: "Justice is never easy to come by. Mr. Chen fell
As he fought for it, he must have been happy at the end of the day."
"Yes, that common man would laugh happily even if he fell on the road." The fierce man sighed.
A knock on the door brought them back to reality.
The fierce man hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face.
Zhang Dantong smiled.
"Mr. Huang, no one is perfect. In fact, if you occasionally show your imperfections, isn't it another kind of perfection?"
The fierce man is thoughtful.
"It's time for me to get off work...Thank you very much for telling me the story about Mr. Chen. Whenever you need to vent, you can come again."
"Thank you."
The fierce man sincerely thanks you.
"It doesn't matter, you are my patient after all."
Zhang Dantong inked for a moment, and the fierce man with peach blossom eyes was a little suffocated.
"okay."
Cote City.
Uptown.
Orchard Apartments.
Zhang Dantong prepared a sumptuous meal.
Grain-fed steak, tuna salad, red wine board sandworms…
There are also two scented candles.
Zhang Dantong took off her apron and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Today is Friday, and every Friday at seven o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Ping comes.
It was about ten minutes before seven o'clock. Zhang Dantong was no different from other girls in love, with a blushing face and looking forward to her man coming home.
Time passed minute by minute.
The dishes were heated over and over again.
There is still no news about Lin Ping.
Zhang Dantong hesitated again and again and sent Lin Ping a greeting message.
The response was a text message.
"I've been busy lately and don't have time. I'll tell you later."
With nine characters and three punctuation marks, the word "coping" is almost written on my forehead.
Zhang Dantong felt disappointed.
She knew that Lin Ping had many lovers, and she was just one of them.
How could such an ambitious man of action be trapped by himself?
The actual situation is...
Lin Ping was currently on the top floor of Lianhu Hotel, looking at the neon lights of the city government in the distance and sighing.
Zhang Dantong lit a lady's cigarette and ate the food he cooked.
He sighed silently.
She is not a special psychiatrist at all. She was hired by the District C Law Enforcement Agency in the past because Han Xiao had a good personal relationship with her father, and it was Lin Ping who opened the back door to work at Xinguang...
She could even guess which of her so-called patients came to spend money specifically for the chance to perform in front of Lin Ping.
Apart from men, what else can she rely on after leaving the wings of her fathers?
Zhang Dantong blew out a faint smoke ring in the candlelight.
"Life..."
Inexplicably, she thought of the Chen Mo that Meng said.
The man who dared to fight against fate and stand up to injustice until the end of his life.
Perhaps because the table wine was a bit too much, Zhang Dantong sent the fierce man a text message by some strange coincidence.
"Would you like to come out for a drink?"
At this moment, the fierce man was complaining to Lao Bai, telling how realistic his acting was during the day and how hard it was to fool that little girl named Zhang.
Suddenly the phone rang.
Lao Bai poked his head over.
"Would you like to come out for a drink?"
It was sent by Zhang Dantong.
"Boy, yes, you are very wise. I unilaterally declare that you are much better than Xiao Mo in this aspect."
Even though tough people can't figure it out, progress is always a good thing.
The fierce man responded with a crackle, but before he could send the message, Zhang Dantong's text message was withdrawn.
"Uh..." Mengren scratched his head and looked at Lao Bai: "This?"
"Isn't this inappropriate play-for-get?" Lao Bai exclaimed: "Go forward boldly and capture her!"
"I feel something is wrong." Mengren smacked his lips: "So far, I haven't said anything outrageous. And she doesn't look like the kind of person who is short of a man."
"You know nothing." Lao Bai clicked his pipe: "She was in Shangcheng District, and she had never seen any rough men in her life. The worst men she had seen might still be the little bastards at the door when she was in school. Listen.
Have you never heard that women don’t love men unless they are bad? Maybe that’s what makes them good.”
"..."
"If I were you, I would take the initiative to invite you." Lao Bai puffed on his cigarette: "Nowadays, these young people, tsk, have to teach how to pick up girls."
Mengren thought about it for a while, deleted what he just said, and sent the text message again.
"Have a drink?"
Just two words.
Lao Bai stood aside and called him an expert.
After a while, Zhang Dantong did not reply to the message, but directly sent her the location of a bar.
The fierce man went out happily.
Ruan Hongguang was drinking surrounded by several brothers.
He was the former manager of District H of the 6K Party. Unexpectedly, he was beaten to death by Lu Anran because of a trivial matter.
He used to be confused and disappointed.
Until the inspector found him and asked him to help provide dirty information.
He didn't want to do it.
After all, Lu Anran was kind to him, but every time he thought of Qian Wanzhong's rise to power, Ruan Hongguang's blood began to cool down.
Later, the mayor's secretary even told him that Lu Anran was bound to fail. If he was willing to obey, the city government could support him to become the next Lu Anran.
Ruan Hongguang was moved.
He wrote a profound chapter in the destruction of 6k.
Now, he has the endorsement of the city government, and most of his brothers are the desperate people who were forced by the 6k gang in the past from the Sanzhu Gang.
He took over half of the business that Lu Anran and Sanzhu once had.
In just a few months, Ruan Hongguang had a place in Shangcheng District.
This bar used to be owned by Lu Anran, but now it is owned by the city government - of course, to the outside world, the bar belongs to Ruan Hongguang.
Ruan Hongguang likes this noisy place.
Everything he seeks is here.
Alcohol, violence and women.
He doesn't exclude women who take the initiative to come to him.
After all, they are all just game flowers, and no one is nobler than anyone else.
However, what he likes more is the unruly rose.
It has thorns, which hurts, but smells good.
Suddenly, Ruan Hongguang's eyes lit up.
Through the bustling crowd, he saw the unique woman at a glance.
Wearing round-framed glasses, willow-leaf eyebrows and peach-blossom eyes.
Under the loose knitted coat, a slender figure is looming.
There was a hint of enchantment in her innocence, and the blush on her face, which was obviously not blush, became even more astringent.
"Go, find a card table for that girl, give her a fruit plate, and give her two bottles of cognac and soft drinks." Ruan Hongguang patted his brother.
