Ye Nianmo nodded and then disappeared outside the cafe. Jiaozuo looked at Ding Yiyi with a smile, "Let's do this, can we play a game?"

"Game?" Ding Yiyi was a little curious.

Jiaozuo took out a piece of paper and a row of colored pencils from his bag. "Anyway, mindful ink is not coming so quickly, let's just draw."

"Drawing?" Ding Yiyi repeated again. Seeing the other party taking out a colored pen and paper with a serious look, she felt strange and inconsistent.

The woman beside Jiaozuo smiled and patted his shoulder, with a coquettish tone in her tone, "Don't make things difficult for Miss Ding," she turned to Ding Yiyi and said, "Actually, this is our son's homework, but he always feels that he is not well drawn. I heard that your work is also related to painting, so he must have thought about it, just like a child."

Ding Yiyi couldn't help laughing after hearing this, "So that's the case. My painting is not that good, it's just a trick of carving and insects, but it's still possible to draw."

She took the pencil and paper, thinking in her mind how to draw more like a child, and then started writing. For a moment, only the light breathing sounds and the sound of colored pencils brushing on the paper were left.

At the same time, in the garage, Ye Nianmo was sitting in the driving position. He did not leave, but looked at the information of the psychologist named Jiaozuo with his iPad.

Jiaozuo, one of the founders of domestic color psychoanalytic medical psychology, is one of the initiators of the Color Psychology Association. At the World Mental Health Conference held in London, Dai was the only Chinese scholar. He has played a role in promoting the application value of Chinese medical psychology and propaganda psychology.

At this moment, the phone that was placed aside rang, and it was Baker who called.

"Although this matter does not require your consent, as your good friend of your parents, I still want to ask, that woman committed suicide, but she did not die, she wants to see you."

Ye Nianmo held the phone and looked out the car window. A couple was arguing fiercely at the fork at the front. The woman was desperate and wanted to rush onto the road, and the man could only stop her.

He pulled his eyes back and said lightly: "I won't see her."

"It's easy," Baker said with a smile, and then said meaningfully: "I need to remind you that there is a force now that I want to stop the justice and rescue that woman."

He paused, his tone was meaningful, "I think you should know this person."

Ye Nianmo immediately thought of Xu Haoran, and he knew that if Xu Haoran really wanted to do this, it would not be completely impossible, and even the probability of success was very high.

"I don't know." He said lightly.

Baker didn't say anything, and hung up after a few words. A colleague happened to walk past outside the office. He glanced at the other party and saw the other party walking to his door, he sighed softly, "Oh, what should be coming will come."

The conference room was still closed. He stood at the door for a while, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette from the iron cigarette box, and played with it for a while before throwing it into the trash can beside him and pushed the door open.

"Director Baker, long time no see." The governor of Dongjiang City said to him with a smile, "We old bones are about to retire, and the outside world belongs to those young people."

Baker rubbed his fingers that had just pinched the cigarette under his nose, and then smiled, but his smile was very shallow, "Thanks to the governor's leadership."
Chapter completed!