So You’re Such A Doctor Song

Song Chuyi glanced at the pill bottle, nodded, and unbuttoned the suit. The shirt was taken out of the belt, and he lifted it up, panting lightly, "You wipe it for me, I have no strength."

When Chang Qing looked at the fit abdominal muscles on his stomach, his hands trembled in anger.

She always thought that only women are drunk when they are drunk, but it turns out that men can show such a delicate side when they are drunk.

Song Chuyi like this needs women's care too much.

Chang Qing took a deep breath and the little universe erupted.

She applied some grass paste to his chest.

The man's skin is also delicate and hot, and her fingers are shaking.

Song Chuyi's chest fluctuated with the rubbing of her fingertips. The more Chang Qing rubbed, the more he felt the heavy breathing on the man.

She looked up slightly, his pupils burning as if a Martian beating.

"It won't be more and more painful," Chang Qing was startled.

"It's better," Song Chuyi lowered her shirt, closed her eyes, and said rudely, "Help me fasten my seat belt."

"Oh," Chang Qing screwed the medicine bottle up and went to get the seat belt.

She didn't have enough hands to touch it for a long time, and unconsciously raised her body.

Song Chuyi opened her eyes again and saw the dim car. Her body seemed to rest on him. Her left hand rested on her backrest. The distance between her lips and his chin was very close. Full of breath.

His eyes were still low, and her small dress with a tube top followed her posture, and two wisps of snow came out.

Song Chuyi gritted his teeth, pressed the throbs in his body, put his hands in his pants pockets, and asked, "Are you alright?"

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"Okay," he was embarrassed. In fact, Chang Qing was also embarrassed. She hurried back to the driver's seat and fluttered in her heart.

Not long after the car drove out of the manor, Director Feng called her, "Changqing, where did you receive a call? Come back soon, Mr. Fu is waiting for you."

The car was quiet, and Chang Qing's mobile phone sounded loud again. She subconsciously glanced at Song Chuyi, not knowing when he opened his eyes and reached out to her, "give me the phone."

"What are you doing?" Chang Qing was nervous.

"Help you explain", Song Chuyi had a long hand, snatched the phone from her ear, and said with a faint voice, "Chairman Feng."

"Doctor Song", Feng Tai was surprised.

"That's it. Just now, I was uncomfortable with a glass of wine. I just met Ms. Yan. She sent me to the hospital. Could you please tell Ming Wei?" Song Chuyi's dumb voice had the majesty of a noble son.

"This way, no problem, no problem, it's important to go to the hospital first, and we'll meet again the other day," said Director Feng quickly.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Taichang was in anguish. He still had Fu Yu's advice on the phone. How could this Yan Changqing provoke men so much?

Back at the wine table, he apologized and informed everyone of the news.

Guan Ying froze, Fu Yu's eyes glanced through a haze, and she smiled playfully, "a little bit interesting."

Feng Tai urgently wanted to kick his director under the table, what's the point?

"I suddenly remembered that there was something else, Director of Exhibitions, you play slowly", Fu Yu suddenly got up and left.

Guan Ying also hurried to keep up, and followed Fu Yu into the third floor lounge.

When he entered the door, Fu Yu took a cigarette and lit it up, sitting on the sofa and swallowing clouds and fog, with deep brows, wondering what he was thinking.

"What happened to you suddenly?" Guan Ying guessed a little, but what women are best at is pretending to be stupid.