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When Feng An returned to the bedroom, seeing Jiang Yu'an still in his room, his face suddenly turned red again.

Jiang Yu'an had already changed into her home clothes, and she was leaning against the head of the bed, half lying and half sitting.Hearing the sound of the door opening, his gaze lifted from the notepad in his hand and fell on Feng An's face standing at the door.

"Why is your face so red?" He closed the notebook in his hand at once, sat up completely, frowned and waved to Feng An: "Has the temperature not dropped?"

Feng An walked to the bed with a guilty conscience and stopped, allowing Jiang Yu'an to put his hand on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "The bath water was too hot just now..."

Jiang Yu'an was not at ease, so he asked him to lie down on the bed, and took a thermometer to measure him again. Fortunately, the temperature did not rise, it seemed that it was really just steamed by the water in the bath.

Feng An covered the quilt, glanced at the notepad on the bed, looked puzzled, and asked Jiang Yu'an: "Is Mr. Jiang still not resting?"

Jiang Yu'an put the thermometer back into the small box, went to bed again, and sat beside Feng An: "I'll watch you, I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Feng An was very happy in his heart, but he was also embarrassed. He felt that this would waste Jiang Yu'an's time too much, so he wanted to persuade Jiang Yu'an to leave in a tactful way: "... But I'm not too sleepy now."

Jiang Yu'an took the notepad back into his hand with a calm expression, opened the cover and said, "Then lie down and refresh yourself, anyway, I don't want to sleep now."

Hearing this, Feng An lay down obediently, and really began to recharge his batteries, but after a while, he couldn't help but asked, "Are you working?"

Jiang Yu'an glanced at him, then turned the page lazily: "That's right."

Feng An sighed softly: "So busy..."

Jiang Yu'an smiled lightly: "It's true that work is endless, but sometimes things are actually found by myself..." When the lingering voice lingered, his voice suddenly changed, and he asked again: "What about you? With nothing else to do, any plans for the rest of your life?"

"Plan?" Feng An was a little confused, and said to Jiang Yu'an without concealment: "I used to plan to save some money, rent a store, and start a small business. But judging from the current situation, it is probably impossible. .”

"Isn't the money enough?" Jiang Yu'an said, "I can invest in you."

Feng An looked at him in astonishment, wondering if he was serious: "I just thought about it casually... I haven't even thought about what I should do."

The smile on Jiang Yu'an's face deepened: "Then you can start thinking about it now. What do you want to sell, where to choose a location, whether to hire someone, sales strategy, supply and shipment, cost and profit, these are all worth working hard on." Learning. If you have any doubts, you live with me now, don’t you just come and ask me?” He slightly tilted his head and looked at Feng An, jokingly said: “You know you want to ask me to do it once How much does it cost to preach? Why don’t you grasp such a good opportunity?”

Feng An was not secretly delighted by Jiang Yu'an's words. In fact, his face wrinkled when he heard it: "Is it so complicated?"

Jiang Yu'an said: "The reason for all the failures is that you didn't make sufficient planning and preparations in advance. Instead of hesitating here now whether you will fail or not, you should act early. Half a year is enough for you to learn a lot."

Feng An turned over, bent his legs and curled up beside Jiang Yu'an, thought seriously for a while, and suddenly said: "Forget about business, I want to take a driver's license test."

Jiang Yu'an was a little disappointed with this answer, but he still encouraged him: "It's okay, too many skills don't overwhelm you, it's always good to learn one more skill. After the new year is over, I'll let Xiao Nie arrange it—you Like cars?"

Feng An doesn't like cars, he just wants to have a chance to stay with Jiang Yu'an.

Looking up at Jiang Yu'an, he mustered up his courage, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Jiang, I will... drive you in the future, okay?"

Jiang Yu'an froze for a moment, then gradually restrained her smile.

"I have no shortage of drivers," he said, "and I don't think you're fit to be one either."

When he said these words, his expression was serious, but not cold and hard.Looking down at Feng An slightly, he looked straight into the other's eyes and said in a low voice, "Feng An, do you want to live like this forever? I don't mean professional discrimination, but this is the reality. You have to know , you are different from other children. Your family has no way to give you any resources, but it is your burden. Others can live a peaceful life as a driver or a small employee, but you can't. You must be strong Come to think of it, only if you are strong enough can you have the confidence and capital to ignore the influence your father has brought to you and live the life you want. I don’t think the profession of a driver is enough to support you to achieve this goal.”

Feng An stared at him blankly and asked, "Then what should I do?"

Jiang Yu'an withdrew his gaze and closed the notepad in his hand: "I shouldn't make this decision."

Feng An understood what he meant. In fact, this question is very simple and does not require much thinking.For a person like him who has no background, if he wants to go up, the only way is to study.But in reality, it is impossible for him to go back to campus and be a student with peace of mind.He needs money, to survive, and to support the troublesome father in his hometown, which cannot be done as a student.

Maybe he can also borrow money from Jiang Yu'an, Jiang Yu'an is the president of Hongtai, and now he is taking care of him like this, as long as he asks, it will definitely not be a problem.

But he didn't want to say that.

He didn't want his relationship with Jiang Yu'an to become a kind of charity and benefit, which would seem to invisibly widen the distance between him and Jiang Yu'an, although he and Jiang Yu'an had a huge disparity in status and status, the gap was big enough.

So he fell into deep thought, troubled for a long time, and finally looked up at Jiang Yu'an, he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he let out a soft yawn.

He blushed suddenly in embarrassment.Jiang Yu'an didn't care much, or he didn't expect Feng An to give an answer immediately.He straightened up and sat up, put on his slippers and got out of bed, and smiled softly: "Sleepy? Then go to bed first."

It wasn't too late, but Feng An's medicine took effect, and the sleepiness surged up in waves, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.Sinking into the soft feather pillow, he heard Jiang Yu'an say goodnight to himself, then the lights went out, and the room fell into a quiet darkness.

Feng An quickly fell asleep, but Jiang Yu'an didn't go to bed early.Calculating the time, it should be early in the morning in San Francisco at this time. Jiang Yuan went back to her room, thinking that Jiang Weining must not be at work or in class right now, so she called without any hesitation.

Jiang Weining hadn't gotten up yet, so he picked up the phone in a drowsy state, losing his temper with little strength: "It's so early in the morning, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yu'an said concisely: "Psychological consultation."

The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, and then Jiang Weining's voice seemed to wake up a lot.

"Huh?!" He was half astonished and half joking, sitting up with his head in a mess and said, "Don't you want to stop the loss? What kind of consultation are you doing? Mr. Jiang, are you dizzy?"

Jiang Yu'an answered him calmly: "Since it's a business, there are always losses and gains, and I don't have the tolerance to bear the losses. What's more, I signed the black and white letters. Could it be that the most basic spirit of the contract is not there?" Don't you want to talk?"

Jiang Weining was dubious: "I believe the first half of the sentence, but it doesn't fit your style of conduct. Mr. Jiang weighs the pros and cons carefully, and he should rather pay liquidated damages than save time and cost——Brother, if you change your sex like this, I will doubt you..."

Jiang Yu'an didn't take it seriously, and turned the notepad in his hand to the cornered page, and put it upright in his hand: "What do you suspect?"

Jiang Weining imagined it for a while, and he thought it was too absurd. He scratched his hair to dispel the bizarre guess, and said seriously: "Forget it, you are such a serious person, you can't be attracted by sex. You should tell me about the situation! "

Jiang Yu'an's phone call lasted more than 40 minutes.Now is the time for Jiang Weining to become passionate about psychology, and of course he is full of interest if he can have a case delivered to his door.After listening to Jiang Yu'an's description, he almost didn't have to think too much, and immediately made a judgment: "He is a typical low-self-esteem personality. He was traumatized in childhood, and his emotional needs have been suppressed for a long time, so he lacks a sense of security and is always subconscious. To satisfy others in order to obtain the affirmation of one's own value. This kind of mentality is not uncommon, and it is not a very serious mental illness. Many people have such problems, but they don't care about them. Not sure what's going to happen."

Jiang Yu'an tapped the spine of the book with his slender fingers: "In your opinion, is it necessary to find a psychiatrist to intervene in the treatment?"

Jiang Weining glanced at the clock. It was almost time to go out. He took out a pair of socks from the drawer and put them on: "Whether you want to see a doctor is of course based on the client's wishes! If he wants to see a doctor, then go see it. It's not a big problem if you repel him, you can give him psychological counseling yourself!"

"I?"

"Yes. The problem he is facing now is that he needs someone who can provide him with a safe, stable and inclusive relationship and help him accept himself. Don't you still have a half-year contract with him? He trusts you so much. You If you want to do something good, then do it to the end.”

"But I'm not a psychotherapist."

"Don't be too nervous. His current condition doesn't affect his normal life. It's not very serious, and he doesn't have to go to see a doctor. Moreover, there must be a process of adapting to and accepting psychotherapy. Instead of starting from scratch, accepting A completely unfamiliar psychotherapist, he obviously trusts you now, don’t you feel it? The first change in his behavior pattern is because of you, which means that you have played a guiding role in his emotions. This is a very good start." Jiang Weining held his mobile phone sideways and took out a hot breakfast from the microwave: "How about this. Brother, I still have class today, so I can't chat with you for too long. Wait for my class It's over, let me help you ask the professor who brought me to see if he has any suggestions, and then contact you."

Jiang Yu'an responded, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Jiang Weining smiled, seized the opportunity and said, "Brother, if you trouble me, I have something to trouble you too."

Jiang Yu'an said, "Say it."

"The school will have spring break in March, and I want to go back to China." Jiang Weining said with a stretched voice, "But the airfare..."

Jiang Yu'an smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about this, I will help you. But I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Jiang Weining sighed a little annoyed: "A man, escape can't solve the problem! I can't really stay away from home forever, can I?"

Jiang Yu'an snorted and said, "It's good that you understand."

In the end, Jiang Weining had to hang up the call because Jiang Weining was going to go to class.Jiang Yu'an put the phone back on the bedside table, seeing that it was late, she also got up and went to the bathroom to wash and rest.

The next morning, Jiang Yu'an took Feng An's body temperature again, after a night of sleep, the temperature had already dropped, and Feng An's spirits also cheered up a bit.Jiang Yu'an didn't bring up the conversation last night, and prepared breakfast as usual.But after sitting down and eating a few bites, he suddenly received a call from the villa, asking him why he hadn't come home yet.

Jiang Yu'an's flight back home yesterday should have gone back to the villa in the suburbs first, but it was so long without a trace.Yuan Wanping was worried, and Jiang Zhihong was also a little angry, so the tone on the phone was not very good.Jiang Yu'an dealt with it respectfully, and after putting down the phone, he said to Feng An: "You have a good rest at home, I'm going out for a while."

Feng An's spoon for digging oatmeal paused, then looked up at him: "Is it a matter of work?"

Jiang Yu'an replied: "No, family matters."

Feng An groaned, stopped asking, and continued to stir the bowl with a spoon.He grew up in a small place, and his eating habits are very different from Jiang Yu'an's. He is not used to eating oatmeal, and it's okay to eat a few meals. After eating every day, he feels that there is scum in his mouth, so he is only willing to put the oatmeal away and scoop it into a bowl. milk drink.

Jiang Yu'an was still buttering the toast, scraping the knife while telling Feng An: "Keep warm at home, and don't forget to take medicine. If the police call again, you can transfer the call to me, and I will let the lawyer handle the matter." thing."

Feng An asked him, "Have you hired a lawyer for him?"

Jiang Yu'an knew what he was thinking, so he comforted him and said, "I'm not hiring a lawyer for him. I already know your attitude, so you can judge whatever the law decides, and I won't interfere, but I don't want to get involved because of his case. And it affects you. You don’t have to worry about these things in the future, if the police want to investigate again, the lawyer will negotiate on your behalf.”

Although Jiang Yu'an said so, Feng An didn't feel relieved or thankful because he got out of the case. He pursed his lips and said softly: "Thank you."

Jiang Yu'an smiled, handed him the buttered toast, wiped his hands, stood up and said, "Don't think about these things anymore, just stay at home and rest, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."