Nightmare Attack

Chapter 237
"Is the fate of your classmates not very good?" Jiang Cheng asked.

He remembered that Fatty once said that his deskmate had been hit and killed by a drunk driver, and that his successor deskmate had been cuckolded two years ago, so he couldn't think about jumping off the building.

I've only heard of Kefu for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen Kefu like Fatty.

"Doctor, don't say that," the fat man stretched out an arm from under the quilt, scratched his head in embarrassment, then retracted it, and tucked the corner of the quilt neatly from the inside, "I still have some classmates who have lost contact. Not sure what the situation is."

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, and said earnestly: "It's better not to contact me, you will die when the time comes, and you won't be able to tell."

Fat man: "."

After doing a few sets of movements, Jiang Cheng stood up, took off the thin shirt he was wearing, rolled it up, and threw it aside.

He belongs to the type who looks thin when he is dressed, and has flesh when he takes off his clothes. His streamlined muscles are well-proportioned up and down. Unlike the explosive power of European and American strong men, he is more in line with the aesthetics of Asians.

The fat man stared straight at the eyes, envious in his heart.

Jiang Cheng looked at his figure up and down in front of the half-person-high mirror. He squinted, then turned sideways, patted his firm buttocks, felt the magnitude of its tremors, and showed a mysterious smile.

The scene at the moment suddenly reminded the fat man of what the doctor said when they were in the school dungeon, lying on the bed with the glare of the sun shining on his face.

"Fatty," the doctor at the time asked with squinted eyes, "do you think I look like a lazy angel?"

Dark poking swallowed, the fat man felt that the doctor had some problems in his heart, he seemed to be particularly satisfied with certain parts of his body.

Within a few minutes, the doctor answered the phone. The fat man seemed very excited when he saw the doctor. He kept nodding his head, and his eyes seemed to glow.

He rarely saw such a doctor. Most of the time, the doctor looked rebellious. He was curious as to who was on the other end of the phone.

So far, he has only met one person who can subdue the doctor.

The doctor's boss, that is, the real owner of this psychological consultation room - Lin Wan'er.

In front of that beautiful woman in the cheongsam, the doctor had no ability to resist. She even took care of him, and even took away the few hundred dollars he had left.

Could it really be her?

Just as the fat man was brainstorming, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone, and under the gaze of the former, Jiang Cheng bounced to the desk, took out a key, and opened the bottom grid.

He took out a package of tightly wrapped things from the inside, and then opened it in front of the fat man. Inside, the fat man suddenly widened his eyes.

It's a piece of clothing in the style of a uniform.

Pure white, very new, somewhat similar to the white doctor's uniform that doctors usually wear, but the texture of the material is obviously better.

The upper body is relatively wide, with a waist design in the middle, but strangely, there are only two buttons down the skirt.

The edges of the buttons are inlaid with silver, which echoes the narrow edges of the dazzling golden tassels on the shoulders. I believe it will perform well on the dance floor or in the dim light of private rooms.

While fastening the only two buttons, the doctor explained to the fat man who was already stupid, "I'm going out for a while," he said cheerfully, "You stay and look after the house, and I may come back later tonight." .”

"Drip! Drip!"

"Drip!"

There was the sound of a car honking urgently outside the window.

Not sure why, but the fat man could hear a hint of impatience from the car horn.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Cheng trotted to the door, then opened the door and rushed out.

In the next second, the fat man jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the window, and looked out on tiptoe.

A royal blue sports car was parked in front of the door. The streamlined body showed a sense of primitive beauty. He happened to see the doctor leaning on the door, and then he crossed briskly and sat firmly in the co-pilot's seat.

The golden tassels on the shoulders are flying up and down, and the movements are very chic.

It was a sports car with a brand that the fat man couldn't recognize, and the place of the license plate was blocked by a black sun visor.

In addition to the doctor, including the driver, there are 4 girls in total.

Three of them crowded in the back row, Yingying Yanyanzhong had a lively chat with the doctor who had just gotten into the car, and one of them was even bolder, wanting to stick the whole person over there.

Then, amidst the roar of the engine, the royal blue sports car flew away.

The fat man stood in front of the window blankly, his mind kept replaying what the doctor had said, and the sound of "buzzing" echoed in his mind, like ringing a bell.

"I'm going to do something tonight, something very important."

"It has nothing to do with the nightmare, it's my own business."

"I'm a model."

"I work night shift at KTV. Top card"

"Do you understand the high-end group? It's just that I can't come out without an appointment. It's hard for ordinary guests to see me."

The fat man who reacted opened his mouth and said, "Fuck!"

It turned out that what the doctor said was true, but no one believed it. They all thought that the doctor had a brain problem, or it was just a disguise for him to divert attention.

The clown turned out to be himself.
This night, the fat man spent the night in extreme anxiety. As the time spent with the doctor increased, he once thought that he had seen through the pure heart of this man under the exhausted disguise.

But reality slapped him hard.

This also allowed him to see clearly the gap between himself and doctors.

They are not people in a world at all, not even in a dimension.

At 03:30 in the morning, the doctor dragged his tired body back home. When he opened the door and saw the fat man curled up on the sofa alone with his head bowed and wrapped in a quilt, he was obviously taken aback.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" The doctor, who smelled like a mixture of alcohol and perfume, asked suspiciously. He looked around and continued, "You shouldn't have nightmares tonight, and the frequency won't be so high."

He seemed to have drunk a lot, but he was still conscious.

Because the light was on, the lipstick marks on his cheeks were very glaring, and there seemed to be some unclear marks under his collarbone.

There is also one button missing on the clothes, and the broken thread is still on it.

It is conceivable how much fun it was to play.

He seemed to be in a good mood, walked to the opposite side of the fat man and sat down with an unrecognizable pace, then reached into his clothes with a flushed face, and took out a thick dozen of banknotes.

Within ten seconds, he took out some money from various parts of his body, and piled them together, the amount was quite impressive.

While counting, he let out an indescribable laugh, his eyes narrowed, "Huh—, fortunately, the foreman did not check strictly today." He collected all the money after counting, and said very gratefully.

(End of this chapter)