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As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Yang saw the two people who had been waiting inside.

"Hello, Liang Qian should have explained the matter to you."

The two nodded in unison. The psychologist was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing warm colors all over his body, giving people a very warm feeling.

As for Gu Fan's assistant, it was a girl who had just graduated from college. She originally came to the company to apply for an artist assistant, but was pulled here just after the interview.

The girl looked very cute and her dress was particularly lively, which made Zhou Yang very satisfied.

Zhou Yang picked up the contract that Liang Qian had prepared on the table and walked out.

"Okay, let's go with me to meet the difficult people you need to face next."

Uncle Zhang had been waiting in the underground parking lot for a long time. After all, the car Zhou Yang drove today could only accommodate two people.

Ten minutes later, the two cars stopped at the entrance of an alley. The addresses left by Zhou Media Company and Gu Fan were all in the city center, so they arrived quickly.

As soon as he got off the car, the assistant said in surprise: "My God, the people who live here are either rich or noble."

Zhou Yang also smiled faintly: "That's natural, otherwise how could he not starve to death after not working for so long."

After that, Zhou Yang also walked directly inside and looked for houses one by one according to the address left by Gu Fan.

In a few minutes, Zhou Yang saw the house number of Gu Fan's house.

"Yes, this is it. This kid has a good appreciation ability."

Looking at the red door, Zhou Yang couldn't help but sigh.

Because Gu Fan used a warm color for the tiles on the roof and the surrounding walls, the overall style seemed particularly coordinated.

Zhou Yang stretched out his hand and was about to knock on the door, but he heard a mechanical sound, and a laser swept across his face.

"Ding, the detection was successful, welcome Zhou Yang."

As soon as the mechanical sound fell, the door slowly opened to both sides.

Yang Mi nervously grabbed Zhou Yang's arm: "What was that just now? A robot?"

Zhou Yang seemed familiar with this voice. Isn't this artificial intelligence? Judging from the posture, it's a whole-house smart home!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang also became a little confused. This is not right. Gu Fan is at best an unsuccessful but wealthy writer.

Where did he get this whole-house artificial intelligence that has not been widely used yet? Besides, he should not be interested in this kind of thing.

With all the questions in his mind, Zhou Yang also walked in slowly.

As soon as he walked into the yard, Zhou Yang saw a big tree that was at least a hundred years old. It was so thick that two adults couldn't hold it together.

And Gu Fan was sitting under the tree, constantly writing something in a notebook.

To be honest, this atmosphere made Gu Fan look like a modest gentleman.

But the thin body destroyed this beauty. Zhou Yang walked towards him helplessly.

"Stop writing. I'm here to sign the contract."

Gu Fan didn't even raise his head, but just stretched out his hand: "Give it to me. You can't force my working hours before I sign the contract. I'll sign it after I finish writing this idea."

After taking the contract, Gu Fan threw it aside and began to concentrate on writing the things in his hand.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Yang was also a little helpless, since he knew that signing a contract with him would limit the writing time.

Gu Fan has been immersed in creation. You heard it right. He has been writing since we separated last night.

Looking at the dense coffee bags on the ground, Zhou Yang also smiled bitterly.

"You are really good."

After that, Zhou Yang turned back to the crowd and asked the psychologist who kept looking at Gu Fan.

"How is it? Doctor, did you see anything?"

The doctor also smiled and nodded: "This gentleman has a lot of depth of field problems. Let's not talk about the simplest obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have seen a lot of messy and different symptoms in him."

Looking at the incredible look in the doctor's eyes, Zhou Yang also smiled bitterly.

"Sure enough, this guy's brain is filled with too many weird things."

The doctor nodded in agreement: "This sentence is right. I will contact him more today. After returning, I will formulate a detailed treatment plan. Regarding Mr. Gu's treatment cycle, I estimate it will be very long."

Zhou Yang nodded slowly: "Okay, length is not a problem, it must be cured."

After that, he turned his head and looked at the assistant.

"How is it, do you think your next job will be easy?"

The assistantShe smiled sweetly: "Of course, you see he is always writing, he should be a very friendly person."

Friendly? Zhou Yang also smiled when he heard these two words. Liang Qian didn't know Gu Fan well, she just knew to find a lively and cheerful assistant.

So the little assistant didn't know what her specific job content was now. Zhou Yang handed her a piece of paper and continued.

"The above is what you need to work on. You can check and fill in the gaps during the work process. Then you can discuss it with the doctor."

The little assistant took the paper and was stunned for a while. Eat on time, exercise at a fixed time, and take a walk every day?

Are these words really about the man in front of him? His figure does look very thin, but shouldn't these requirements be for taking care of lonely elderly people?

Looking at the sluggish little assistant, Zhou Yang said helplessly.

"The person you need to take care of is quite special, just get started."

Fortunately, Gu Fan didn't write for a long time this time. As soon as they finished talking, Gu Fan tore off the page and threw it on the ground.

As soon as the paper ball landed on the ground, a big black dog rushed out and threw the paper ball into the trash can.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Yang asked in confusion.

"What's going on? Is this your dog?"

Gu Fan put away the notebook in anger: "Yes, he usually takes care of some useless manuscripts for me."

Looking at the coffee bags and other garbage on the ground, Zhou Yang's mouth twitched a few times.

"Don't tell me it's only responsible for collecting manuscripts."

Gu Fan nodded, looking at Zhou Yang with a look of pity, or more accurately, the look of a fool.

"Of course, manuscripts are things that cannot be leaked, so naturally someone has to come and collect them. There are other things to collect these on the ground."

"Then tell me, what else can collect these garbage."

Gu Fan's slightly tired voice sounded: "Little G cleans up."

As soon as the voice fell, a round and flat thing ran out from under the table.