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If I ask Black Pearl why she treats me like this, she won't tell her what she really thinks. I can only guess that she likes me, so she wants to destroy me like this.
After I said a few words to her, she asked me: "You said I wanted to alienate the relationship between you and He Zhiling, then do you think He Zhiling has alienated the relationship between me and you?"
I said: "She alienated my relationship with you? I didn't see it."
Black Pearl said: "Why did she come to you to talk to you about this? Isn't this just a estrangement?"
I thought to myself, yes, it is indeed like this. He Zhiling came to me to tell me this, and she also told me clearly that Black Pearl told me these things.
Is this considered a estrangement?
There is a bit of a divisive element in it.
I said: "Even if there is, so what. I think you two women are really boring. You have so many things to do every day. Instead of doing what you should do well, you are busy every day." No matter how careful you are with me, it¡¯s boring!¡±
Black Pearl said: "If you have nothing else to do, just get out."
I said: "Let me ask you, I am with Pure, what's wrong with you?"
Black Pearl said: "It's up to you. Oh yes, didn't you say your true love is He Zhiling?"
I said: "Ask the pure one."
? Black Pearl defaults.
I said: "Yes, it's true love, but she's not with me. Then I'll forget it. I think I love you too, how about you stay with me too?"
Black Pearl said: "Get out, get out quickly!"
I said: "Okay, get out now."
Xiao Ling recruited the two girls. One of them is not a girl, she is over thirty, but she is very calm and calm. She is very talkative and sociable when talking. She has a certain skills in psychology. It seems, Fully qualified for this job.
As for the other beauty, she is also very good, very motivated, and easy to learn. The key is that she is tall and beautiful. Well, I shouldn¡¯t think too much about other aspects. The most important thing is that they can do the job. .
They brought over the female prisoners in the sponge room who were suffering from depression and wanted to commit suicide in the D Ward and gave them a diagnosis. They completed the task well. The woman in her thirties showed the gentleness of a big sister, which made her The female prisoner felt like spring breeze, while the other beautiful girl didn't talk much. She made diagnosis, psychological treatment, and prescribed medicine without any ambiguity. After a few days of treatment, the female prisoner actually became cheerful. It seemed that psychologically In terms of learning, there are a lot of talented people, and luckily we have recruited them.
Compared with the elder sister's psychological counselor, this beautiful psychological counselor seems to be more hardworking and dedicated. After work, she is still struggling in the psychological counseling office because there are too many female prisoners who need to see a doctor. Much more. In the past, I couldn't cope with it, and I was too lazy to look at the female prisoners with mild mental illness. But she would read it whenever a female prisoner reported it. In this regard, she was much better than me. If it were me. , I don¡¯t bother to look at it unless it¡¯s a female prisoner who is so sick that she wants to commit suicide.
I didn¡¯t go out in prison that night. When I read in the dormitory until almost ten o¡¯clock and got hungry, I went out to the restaurant to find some late-night snacks, and unexpectedly found that the lights in the psychological consultation room were still on.
It¡¯s so late and it¡¯s such a cold day, is that girl still working overtime?
Curiosity drove me to go up and take a look. I was actually still working overtime. I was convinced. Is this work so hard? The female psychological counselor in her thirties came to and from get off work on time every day. She was also very dedicated. But for this beauty, she couldn't compare, because this beauty worked too hard.
The female prison guards greeted me and I nodded.
After looking outside, she patiently explained to the female prisoners why people suffer from depression and insomnia. Then she said that she would prescribe some medicine to the female prisoners to help them sleep. Then she prescribed some medicine to the female prisoners and told them how to take it.
I waited outside for a while and smoked a cigarette.
The female prisoner was taken back and saw the female psychological counselor stretching and yawning.
tired.
I haven¡¯t remembered their names yet. This one seems to be called Feng or Huang.
I walked in and said to her: "I'm still busy so late."
She smiled and said, "Yes, many female prisoners are queuing up, and they are not finished yet."
I said: "It's already this hour and it's not convenient to take the female prisoners out. Let's do it tomorrow."
She said yes, and then asked me: "Warden, you haven't rested either.It¡¯s not easy either. It¡¯s all about face-to-face interaction and communication, so there are a lot of trivial matters every day. Fortunately, here at Pure, I have a few brushes to play with.
It¡¯s just that only she can understand the hardships of this.
While I was reading a book in the office, someone came in. When I saw it, I saw a tall, voluptuous and charming woman.
? ?Looking more closely, you can see that it is pure, but with heavy make-up, it is almost unrecognizable.
I asked: "Why are you dressed like this?"
Chu Chun said: "A merchant brought their products over to shoot a Halloween-themed advertising image for us. There were not enough manpower, so I took the place myself. We will be shooting again in a while, so I need to take a break first."
I said: "It's so hard."
She had flaming red lips, smiled, and said, "There's money to be made."
I said: "Oh, how much money can you make by taking pictures yourself?"
She said: "Two thousand."
I said: "This is quite a lot."
It¡¯s just that it¡¯s really hard for her to have her long legs exposed in this cold weather.
Why do I look at these long legs, and I suddenly feel a little excited. Although I have never touched them before, wearing them like this still makes me feel a little impulsive.
She patted my table and said, "What are you looking at?"
I smiled and said, "Look at your beautiful legs."
She said: "It's not like I haven't seen it before, and it's not like I haven't touched it before."
I said: "Who made you beautiful?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com