"Is this OK?" "Or let's find a psychiatrist by ourselves!" Tong Wenjie felt a little embarrassed.

Fang Yuan said that this was the case. He was busy with his relationship with Qiao Weidong. Besides, he didn’t want to pay.

When talking about Qiao Weidong's side, he made an appointment to a friend who specializes in working as a psychologist when he was in the car.

It’s just that because I am approaching the third year of high school, there are more children doing psychological counseling and they are already full every day. In the end, Qiao Weidong persuaded me to join a team next weekend.

After Qiao Weidong arrived home, it was almost 9 o'clock, so he quickly fryed a few dishes, otherwise Xiao Meng would have gone home from get off work.

When Xiaomeng entered the door, Qiao Weidong happened to prepare the last dish.

When the two were having dinner, Xiao Meng always felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Xiaomeng felt that Qiao Weidong made the dishes too oily:

"Old Qiao, how much oil are you put on? It feels a little disgusting when you give me food!"

Qiao Weidong frowned: "No, because it's night, I'm afraid it's not easy to digest, so I made it lighter!"

As soon as Qiao Weidong finished speaking, Xiao Meng's disgusting came up again and hurried to the bathroom.

Looking at his wife's back, Qiao Weidong felt thoughtful.
Chapter completed!