It's time to marry someone from Earth

Chapter 85 Are You Aren't Afraid Of Me?
5 minutes is really 5 minutes.

As soon as Mi He and Wei Zhaolin sat down in the waiting area, it rained heavily outside the window. Looking around, it was foggy, and the glass was hit by raindrops to create mottled and distorted light and shadows. Mi He unconsciously rubbed his arms.

She feels a little cold.

It's not a physical chill, but a kind of coldness from the inside out, as if being watched by a poisonous snake.

Just as Wei Zhaolin turned on his laptop and was about to take some time to deal with company affairs, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Mihe's movements: "Cold?"

He stood up, looked down at the only shirt left on his body: "..."

The coat has been taken off by Mihe just now, now I will take it off...

Wei Zhaolin took the time to check a lot of information last night, all about how to take care of his wife or girlfriend.

#How to become a good husband with 24 filial piety#
#What are the conditions to be a perfect husband#
#Men's Code of Virtue#
#Make your wife the envy of all women#
……

The content is extremely detailed, as small as donating your arm when your wife is sleepy, as large as serving tea and water, washing your hair and taking a bath when your wife is sick and hospitalized.

These contents caused Wei Zhaolin to think for a while that what he was looking up was not a good husband strategy, but the professionalism of the male nanny.

One of them is to take off your own clothes to cover your lover when she is cold.

The author also specially marked the key point behind this article——

remember!What you put on her is not clothes, but your care!What you warm is not her body, but her heart!
In fact, it is difficult for Wei Zhaolin to empathize with the description of this stream of consciousness, or even to understand it, but this does not prevent him from doing it.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you can't copy your homework even if you copy it badly.

Determined to copy homework seriously, Wei Zhaolin began to unbutton his shirt.

Mi He, who happened to look over, instantly quaked his pupils: "!"

Is this a public place?
This human male should only be wearing this shirt, right?

Why unbutton it in public!And he untied it below the chest in one breath? !

Mi He shivered: "...what are you doing?"

Wei Zhao didn't raise his head when he was approaching, and said as a matter of course, "Aren't you cold?"

"..." Mi He went numb.

What does her coldness have to do with Wei Zhaolin's plan to strip him off?
Mi He lowered his eyelashes, caught a glimpse of the iron-gray suit draped over his shoulders, and was taken aback.

Because he was afraid that she would be cold, the coat was not enough, so he had to give her another one?
Why... so stupid.

But also a little cute.

Mi He pursed her lips and suppressed her smile: "Don't take it off, I'm not cold."

She paused, but chose to tell the truth: "I just felt like someone was watching me."

Just now, she spread her mental power and scanned all the places where people could hide.

She scanned very carefully, even the small corners were not missed, but even so, she did not find where the peeper was, so she could only withdraw her mental power regrettably, and attributed the peeping to an illusion.

"Is someone watching you?" Wei Zhaolin stopped his movements, most of his chest was still exposed, if the VIP lounges were not all private rooms, he might be pointed at his nose and called "perverted".

Wei Zhaolin, who almost went straight to Eighteen X, didn't notice it, but tapped the terminal on his wrist to activate the energy scanning function.

His field of vision was instantly virtualized, and all objects and creatures containing energy were displayed in different colors.

In a sea of ​​blue-green representing safety or a very low probability of causing harm, a small yellow dot in the upper left corner of the room stands out.

Yellow represents the upper middle of the energy level.

On the earth, there is no energy above the middle level, let alone an energy body that uses middle and upper energy.

Wei Zhaolin scoffed coldly in his heart.

--found it.

The little mouse hiding in the stinking ditch.

Mi He saw that although he didn't take it off, he didn't seem to have the intention of buttoning it back, and a trace of helplessness could not help but flash in his eyes.By coincidence, she took the initiative to approach Wei Zhaolin and help him fasten the buttons one by one.

Wei Zhaolin paid a little attention: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"..." Mi He was startled to realize what he had done, his hand hooking the button was neither loose nor tight, and he could only blush, "...I was not afraid of you at all."

Wei Zhaolin leaned over: "Really?"

"!"

The sudden approach made Mi He lean back suddenly, and almost fell over directly.

At the moment when her center of gravity lost balance, one hand firmly supported her vest.

The warm touch spread from the spine to the whole body in an instant, and before Mihe's scalp tingled to avoid it, the hand was retracted after she stood still.

The owner of the hand rubbed his fingertips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."

It's hard to describe Mihe's feeling at the moment.

The instant steaming resistance was gently soothed, as if someone gently poured a bowl of cold water into the bubbling boiling water.

It will not let the boiling water cool completely, nor will it continue to boil and boil until it splashes over the edge of the pot.

Not lukewarm, everything is just right.

Mihe's eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, as if she had learned the word 'considerate' in the human language at this moment.

"...Thank you." She was really embarrassed, but Wei Zhaolin really comforted her very well, not just to soothe the tense moment just now, but to soothe her anxiety about the task.

Mi He was undoubtedly relieved by the tolerance and consideration of the task target.

She was really worried before that Wei Zhaolin would divorce her because of her bad problem that she didn't know where it came from.

Mi He pursed his lips, and touched Wei Zhaolin's button again: "I will see a psychiatrist, and try not to make you wait too long."

The buttons of Wei Zhaolin's shirt are polished with black Hao stone, the brilliance is restrained, and there is no flaw. The powdery hand was still sticking to Wei Zhaolin's strong chest.

The picture is beautiful but ambiguous.

The door of the lounge was pushed open from the outside, and the receptionist poked his head in: "Miss Mi, right? Doctor Feng is free, please..."

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

The staff stared dumbfounded at the two people who were just about to hug each other, then lowered their heads as if they had been burned, and stepped back while saying, "Sorry for disturbing you two."

After a pause, he blushed again and added: "Please hurry up, Dr. Feng is the best psychiatrist in our consultation center, and there are three patients waiting after Ms. Mi, anyway..."

The staff member covered his face: "Forget it, if it's really inconvenient, just pretend I didn't say it, and we will arrange someone to clean the lounge later."

The Daman Psychological Counseling Center is well-known in the industry, but it is also known for its high fees. Most of the people who come here are wealthy people with a lot of money.

When the clientele are rich and powerful, many rules do not need to be so strict. In front of money, what should be compromised still has to be compromised.

The lounge door opened for less than 30 seconds before closing again.

Mi He and Wei Zhaolin looked at each other.

Mi He blinked: "What does she mean?"

Wei Zhaolin chuckled lightly: "She thought we were going to do what you can do only after you recover from illness."

Saying this, he was even able to sneak in and use a nano weapon to blow up the little yellow dot in the corner.

In the consultation room two corridors away from the lounge, a young man in a white coat suddenly covered his left eye.

"...shit!"

(End of this chapter)