imperial psychologist

Chapter 531 Inspection
At this time, footsteps were finally heard outside the house. The owner of the tooth shop was the first to stand up, poked his head out, and after the first glance, he couldn't help shouting, "You can be regarded as coming back, I brought someone here I don’t see you again, won’t this waste time?”

There was a chuckle from outside, "The bustard of Xizi shop is in a hurry to leave, I'll go see her off."

This voice is very transparent, and hearing the breath and pause in his voice almost immediately draws a certain image in people's minds.

But this Lan Zhijun is a man and did not run away.

Bo Ling looked at the gate of the Golden Pavilion, and saw a faint figure cast by the sunlight on the carpet embroidered with peonies on the ground. Wearing a mouse-gray long coat.

But more parts are tightly blocked by wooden doors.

"It's a big deal..." The owner of the dental shop stomped his feet with a smile, "Then I just want to rush to see her settle the final payment of several girls last night. I'm here, she went, it's useless. "

"Then what is Boss Hu doing here?"

The owner of the tooth shop looked at Bo Ling, and then with a little helplessness, he explained the dispute just now in a few words——Laughter came from outside the room again.

"Blame me." Lan Zhijun said softly, "Boss Hu, go, if she gets angry, just put the blame on me."

"Impossible!" The boss of the tooth shop bent his waist, "Then Lan Zhijun, you talk slowly, I'll go first."

The figure on the tapestry took a step back, and the owner of the dental shop stepped out of the threshold immediately.

Everything was quiet for a while.

Lan Zhijun stood outside the door, watching the owner of the dental shop disappear at the corner at the end, and then pushed the door back to his Golden Pavilion - Bo Ling stood on the west side of the room, looking up at himself.

Looking at each other, Bai Ling finally witnessed the whole picture of this "Lan Zhijun".

I don't know if it's because of the name, but she faintly saw a bit of Mr. Hengyuan's shadow in Mr. Jun's eyes.

With a bit of a smile, a bit of indifference, a bit of politeness and elusiveness... maybe all behind-the-scenes players who are familiar with the rules of the game will unconsciously exude this kind of dangerous aura that is comfortable with everything.

—and they look about the same age.

The two nodded to each other, and Lan Zhijun went straight to the main seat of the room, and he raised his hand to signal Bai Ling to come over.

"Stand here." He smiled.

Bo Ling walked slowly to Lan Zhijun's side. He carried a faint fragrance, which was so special that Bo Ling almost remembered it immediately.

Lan Zhijun didn't sit down, the smile on his face faded, and he walked around Bai Ling slowly.

Bai Ling felt a little uncomfortable under his scrutiny, so he raised his eyes and asked, "What is Lan Zhijun doing?"

"Don't move." Lan Zhijun laughed softly.

His hand covered Bai Ling's shoulder, and Bai Ling almost instinctively wanted to dodge aside, but Lan Zhijun's hand caressed her upper arm. He squeezed the joint of Bai Ling's elbow with a little force, and then tapped Live by Burling's wrist.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Boling's left hand.

"Stretch out your right hand," Lan Zhijun said again warmly, "turn the back of your hand toward me."

Berlin did so suspiciously.

"Heh... have you never played the piano before?" Lan Zhijun whispered, and just as Bai Ling wanted to answer, he said to himself, "And I never learned to dance."

"Learned a bit—"

"Don't mention the little fur in Liyuan," Lan Zhijun smiled, and said in a low voice, "It will be good for you to forget what they taught you as soon as possible."

Just as Bai Ling wanted to ask why, Lan Zhijun's hand had already grabbed her face.

Just like before, his hand——to be precise, his belly, lightly scratched several bones on Bai Ling's face.

Then, he walked behind Bo Ling again, holding Bo Ling's shoulders with both hands.

"Don't hunch your back." Lan Zhijun said in a low voice, "Slow your shoulders down."

Bo Ling slowly adjusted his shoulders according to the strength in Lan Zhijun's hands.

"Okay," Lan Zhijun nodded, and gently pressed Bai Ling's shoulders with his hands, "If you always keep your chest hunched, even the most beautiful woman in the world will not look good..."

Bai Ling frowned slightly - this is the first time someone thinks that she will hunchback, and if she has to maintain the current posture, it will be too tiring...

Immediately afterwards, Lan Zhijun started gesticulating with her fingers from her Tianling cover, pointing her fingertips from the back of her head all the way to her lower back, chanting something in her mouth, she was counting in some dialect.

"The foundation is still good." Lan Zhijun smiled reassuringly, "Sit down, Bo Ling."

Bo Ling couldn't help laughing, and she suddenly understood why she had been feeling uncomfortable just now—because the behavior of this Lan Zhijun just now was essentially an inspection of the goods, but his behavior and attitude were not rough, but relatively gentle. So a little confused.

Lan Zhijun turned around and walked towards the west side of the room, and brought the warmed tea on the table to the table next to the main seat.

There was no one in the Golden Pavilion. According to what the boss of Cai Yaxing said just now, this place would not let ordinary maids in on weekdays—that is to say, most of the time of the day, the work in this big room , Lan Zhijun may have to do it himself.

"Thirsty?" Lan Zhijun asked.

He didn't raise his eyes, but there was no one else in the room except Bo Ling.

"It's okay." Bo Ling replied softly, "I just had a drink downstairs."

There was a slight smile on Lan Zhijun's face, as if she had heard a joke, "Where did you 'drink'? This Baihuaya, out of the Golden Pavilion, where is there even the finest Luzhou pine needles--I'm afraid it's just a pine needle." In Kyoto, almost no one can have a private collection at home."

"I don't understand tea." Bo Ling said calmly, "But I'm really not thirsty. Lan Zhijun wants to tell me something, just say it."

"It doesn't matter if you didn't understand it in the past." Lan Zhijun said softly, "In the future, you must understand it, and not only you must understand tea... There are many things you have to learn."

"..." Bai Ling somewhat understood the meaning of his words, she was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I was supposed to come to see you last night, but it was delayed because of some things, and it was delayed until now." Lan Zhijun said softly, "But it doesn't matter, the days will be long in the future, and it won't be a short while. I will take you with me today. You go around in the Lan Zihao and recognize the person."

Bai Ling frowned slightly, "...Don't you need to call out to the girl who was with me last night?"

"No, because bringing new people around is not a fixed item." Lan Zhijun stood up and said with a smile, "I also want to see who can be targeted by Mr. Hengyuan." .”

Bai Ling was stunned - what did she hear?Mr. Hengyuan?
"What the hell are you—"

"Let's go," Lan Zhijun raised his hand, interrupting Bo Ling's inquiry, he motioned Bo Ling to go in the direction of the screen not far away, "Let's talk on the way."

(End of this chapter)