Qiao Yan took a deep breath, slowly walked towards Yu Chihong, and sat down in the corner of the couch closest to him. "First of all, the first step, you stare into my eyes for ten seconds to see if you can hold on. Please look me in the eye and don't look away. ”

Yu Chihong raised his eyes, and Qiao Yan's eyes stopped tightly on his face. This pretentious gaze unnerved him, and he felt that she was looking through him, and even, judging him. He also examined her for a few seconds, but he couldn't hold on, and looked away in less than ten seconds.

Qiao Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, "The next step is to shorten the interpersonal distance, please sit on this couch." ”

Wei Chihong stood up and went around to the other end of the couch and sat down.

"Even if I get close to you, please hold on." Qiao Yan said and slowly moved her body and leaned towards where Yu Chihong was, "Now enter a close distance that only intimate relationships can accept, within 45 centimeters......"

Qiao Yan's words choked in her throat, and her body froze. Because Yu Chihong suddenly leaned over and approached her, his arms wrapped around her waist, and tightened hard, and her whole person was firmly imprisoned in his arms.

"Now it should be zero distance, not just within 45 centimeters." Yu Chihong's voice was like the breath emanating from his body at this time, clear and cold, and the voice and breath seemed to have magical power, which made Qiao Yan feel in a trance, and for a while, she fell into an almost hypnotic situation. Until a slightly suspicious voice behind him broke the silence in the room, "Sister, you ......"

Qiao Yan suddenly sobered up and broke free from Yu Chihong's arms. There seemed to be a fire baking on her face, and it was hot for a while. Turning his head, Qiao Ran behind him was staring at them with wide eyes. Qiao Yan got up and took the tray containing two cups of coffee in her sister's hand and rested it on the coffee table in front of Yu Chihong. She wanted to pick up a cup of coffee and hand it to Yu Chihong, but Yu Chihong took the initiative to stretch out her hand, "I'll do it myself." ”

Before Qiao Yan could withdraw her hand, the hands of the two happened to touch each other.

Yu Chihong's fingers slid across the back of Qiao Yan's hand, Qiao Yan shrank her hand like an electric shock, the numb feeling made her hands tremble slightly, and her face became more and more hot. She peeked at Yu Chihong from under her eyelashes, who was elegantly sipping his coffee with a calm expression.

"Don't be smart," Wei Chihong noticed Qiao Yan's voyeurism, and threw over a wordless sentence, "It's better to put your mind on the criminal, you are no longer a psychiatrist, and I am not your patient." ”

Qiao Yan seemed to suddenly wake up to something, raised her beautiful chin, and said clearly: "The leader can rest assured, I am professionally trained, and I won't even understand this." ”

Yu Chihong's eyes flashed with a strange light. He finished the whole cup of coffee, and the lines of his face softened a little, "This coffee tastes good, I'll drink it next time." ”

"Next time?" Qiao Yan's subtext is, what do you still want to do at my house?

"Well, next time." Wei Chihong is serious and serious.

Qiao Yan had no choice but to be silent, and it was best to stay away from this boss who behaved strangely.

Wei Chihong also stopped talking, got up and walked a few steps, ready to leave. He stood in the light, his back straight, Qiao Yan looked at his back, and suddenly gave birth to a wonderful sense of familiarity.

"Mr. Wei Chi," she said, "are you wearing a long black trench coat?" ”

Yu Chihong didn't look back, his tone was flat and unwavering, "What clothes do I wear, does it have anything to do with you?" ”