I Loaded the Healing System

This is a quite high-end coffee shop, independent of the square, with three floors, both a leisure place and a luxurious atmosphere everywhere.

This coffee shop is famous for its so-called hand-ground coffee, and its unique taste and "price" far outperform the rest of the competition, making it the No. [-] coffee shop in Hakkai City.

In a private room on the third floor of the coffee shop, in a quiet environment, the woman crossed Erlang's legs and held a newspaper in her hand.

On her left hand, the slender ring finger wears a diamond ring that symbolizes marriage.

The slender brows are frowning, not like drinking coffee in the afternoon leisure time, but like a "leader" who is here to conduct a surprise inspection.

The long black hair was curled in slightly curling waves, the women's suit outlined her graceful curves, and under the hip-packed skirt was a pair of slender calves wrapped in shredded meat.

The pointed high heels with red bottoms and diamonds are swaying with her upturned Erlang legs. The afternoon sun shines through the window and falls on her delicate face, framing her flaming lips.

This is an extremely coquettish lady, but she habitually restrains her expression and exudes the aura of a strong woman.

The combination of coquettish appearance and serious temperament is very inconsistent.

But the teardrop drooping from the corner of her eye seemed to neutralize this contradiction and find a bit of balance.

"Miss Zhao, your coffee."

The waiter pushed open the door and handed the coffee to the table with some respect.

"Ah."

Miss Zhao nodded slightly and said to the waiter, "Thank you."

"Need not."

The waiter turned and left with some panic.

Thank you, it's just an ordinary polite word, but it came from this lady's mouth, her aura overwhelmed these worldly etiquette and politeness, so that it gave people a kind of expectation that should not be there.

It just shouldn't be, and when it happens, it's inexplicably frightening.

Miss Zhao put down the newspaper and took a sip of coffee.

Then she glanced at the watch on her wrist. The minute hand was moving slowly, approaching four o'clock in the afternoon.

5 more minutes. .

She meditated in her heart, frowning involuntarily.

She doesn't like people who are late.

At the same time, at the door of the coffee shop, Shen An finally arrived out of breath.

God damn phone!

He once again had the idea of ​​throwing away this broken mobile phone. Why does a mobile phone with a mind-reading function not even have the simplest map positioning function.

Along the way, he still relied on a mouth and a pair of legs, going around, back and forth, and finally found this place with great difficulty.

Running too fast, he was a little weak.

When Shen An, who was already hungry, arrived at the coffee shop, she leaned weakly by the door, trying to catch her breath.

The waiter standing outside the door saw this, looked at Shen An's white shirt stained with blood, and asked curiously, "Hello, guest, do you need anything?"

Shen An waved his hand and said weakly: "I... I have an appointment with Ms. Zhao."

At this time, he didn't care whether the waiter in the coffee shop knew who Ms. Zhao was, anyway, he followed the system's prompt.

"Ms. Zhao?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then said softly, "Is it Miss Zhao?"

"exactly."

Shen An nodded.

"Miss Zhao is in the private room on the third floor. I'll take you there."

The waiter's attitude became more respectful. He turned around and greeted the front desk.

Private room?

Following behind the waiter, Shen An also eased his breath and began to analyze rationally.

Judging from the decoration and style of this coffee shop, there is no doubt that it is a high-end place for people to look for and show off.

The waiter knew this Ms. Zhao, indicating that this Ms. Zhao was not an ordinary customer.

At least a regular at the coffee shop.

There are also private rooms.

It seems that Miss Zhao, oh no, Miss Zhao is also an unusual person.

This meal seems to be stable.

But why did he call the other party Miss Zhao?

Is the system prompt to the wrong?

There are subtle differences between the two ways of addressing Miss and Ms.

With a little doubt, Shen An followed the waiter to the private room on the third floor.

The waiter knocked on the door lightly, then opened the door: "Miss Zhao is waiting for you inside, please."

"Thank you."

Shen Anli straightened his collar and stepped inside.

The waiter glanced at Shen An's blood-stained white shirt again. .

He was also curious. .Do normal people wear clothes with blood stains?

This private room is quite big, like a hotel room.

Shen An walked to the inner hall, only to see the "Miss Zhao".

Just a glance, Shen An made a quick judgment: "This aura is definitely not an ordinary person."

Immediately he came to his senses.

No wonder the waiter called her Miss Zhao. Her appearance and figure were not very different from those of girls in their early twenties.

If Shen An hadn't seen the diamond ring on the ring finger of the other side's left hand, I'm afraid he would have called him "Miss".

But if you look more closely, you can see the shallow wrinkles left by the years on the corners of her eyes.

You don't think it at first glance, but you know it when you look closely.

But this did not affect the charm of the lady in front of her at all.

Even compared to those young girls, this Miss Zhao has a deeper charm, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are more like a testimony.

It is a kind of charm that has been washed and tempered in the years, and every frown and smile is full of mature laziness, which can easily make people fascinated.

The unfamiliar Yujie is also the type that Shen An likes very much.

"Ms. Zhao? Hello, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

Shen An politely took the lead to say hello, with a warm smile on his face.

Miss Zhao was also secretly shocked.

What a young professor!

Then, she looked at his slightly embarrassed and scribbled dress, and the blood-stained white shirt, pale to a bit bleak, and couldn't help showing a little mistake.

This. . .

Maybe genius is just that eclectic?

She quickly hid the confusion, stood up politely, and extended her hand respectfully: "I just arrived a while ago. Are you Professor Shen? You look very young."

Shen. .Professor Shen? ?

Shen An also shook hands with her in astonishment.

He didn't miss the smoothness of his fingertips, he politely shook his hand and released it, then sat down.

For a while, the atmosphere suddenly became a little silent.

Shen An was stunned by that title, what is Professor Shen?Is it the identity that the system arranged for him?

This Miss Zhao was not in a hurry to speak. She squinted, her charming Danfeng eyes looked carefully at Shen An with scrutiny and caution.

According to the information she got, the other party is an excellent psychiatrist, but his personality is somewhat unique.

To put it nicely, it means not sticking to old-fashioned customs, and to say it badly means that it is not normal.

If she really couldn't find a better way, she didn't want to take such a risk.

Look at Shen An's outfit again. .More like a tramp than a doctor.

Sure enough. .Unique character.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Shen An coughed lightly to break the silence.

"That, Ms. Zhao..."

"Just call me Zhao Li." Miss Zhao smiled slightly.

Zhao Li?

The name is quite nice.

Shen An chuckled and said, "Ms. Zhao Li, what are you doing?"

According to the content of the entrustment, although he is the one who accepts the entrustment, from a passive and active perspective, he is the one who is invited.

After all, it is impossible for the other party to know the existence of the healing system.

Zhao Li heard the words and was surprised: "It seems that Professor Hu didn't tell you?"

Professor Hu? ?

increasingly unfamiliar.

He put his hands on the table and said solemnly, "Who is Professor Hu again?"

Zhao Li was stunned by this question.

She smiled politely: "Professor Shen, you really know how to joke."