Sheng Tingye said seriously: "I am an on-site bar show, but in fact I am a first-level psychological counselor. I am good at psychological counseling, psychological healing, psychological reconstruction, and hypnosis. Your best friend said that you have a lot of unhappy things suppressed in your heart. I hope I can let you open yourself up. If you believe me, I can help you get out."

"First-level psychological counselor?"

Chu Zhixin was a little surprised and a little embarrassed.

She thought that this guy was just relying on naughty to make a living!

"What expression do you have?"

Sheng Tingye seemed to be smiling, gently pushing away the hair that stuck to her cheek with his long fingers, and his voice was low and bewitching: "Do you don't believe me, or are you a little disappointed... In fact, I can not only heal your psychology, but also heal your body, if you need it."

"No, thank you!"

Chu Zhixin's pretty face flushed, she suddenly pushed the man away, sat upright, and said coldly: "Of course I don't believe you. You've been talking all the time all night, how could you be a first-level psychological counselor!"

A first-level psychological counselor is the highest-level psychological counselor. In addition to having solid professional knowledge, he also needs natural empathy and perception. How could a young courtesan who makes a living by his face be able to pass the exam?

"If you don't believe it, we can do an experiment."

"What experiment?"

"Have you ever heard of Fangshuren's psychological analysis?"

"I heard a little...it's just drawing houses, trees, and three things like people on a piece of white paper, right?"

"That's right."

Sheng Tingye nodded: "After you finish drawing, I will analyze it. If the analysis is accurate, can you always believe me, right?"

Chu Zhixin thought it was quite interesting, so he happily agreed.

"If you draw, you can draw it. It's a mule or a horse. Just take it out and take it for a walk."

Sheng Tingye found the colored pen and drawings, handed them to Chu Zhixin, with some expectations: "Start your performance."

Chu Zhixin took it over, sat in front of the coffee table, and began to draw it seriously.

She is a versatile talent and is proficient in everything, but when it comes to painting, she can be at the kindergarten level if she is dead.

"First draw a house, then draw a tree, bear fruit on the tree, and then draw some people..."

Sheng Tingye sat next to the woman, watching the woman lying on the coffee table like a primary school student and drawing, and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

I was used to seeing her cool side of being timid, but suddenly she was so obedient and cute that she was so cute that her heart was so cute.

He couldn't help but stretch out his palm, and gently stroked her head with all his tenderness.

"What are you doing?!"

Chu Zhixin immediately raised her head vigilantly, frowned and stared at him.

Sheng Tingye calmly took his hand back and said lightly: "It's nothing, there are mosquitoes on your head."

"God-tug, how can mosquitoes bite the scalp? You guy... are sneaky!"

Although Chu Zhixin didn't believe it, she didn't make things difficult for him. She pointed to the painting he had drawn and said, "I've painted it, so you can analyze it and let me see your ability."
Chapter completed!