love poisoning

After waiting quietly for a while, the door of the consulting room was pushed open again. The man who walked in was still wearing the white uniform at work. The white designer shirt and dark tie inside were low-key and connotative. You haven't got off work yet, have you?Doctor Watanabe.

A large army followed behind him, and it was not difficult to distinguish the flattery from the face of the doctor who had just treated me.Why bother, you have to show me your rights and status like this every time.

"Are you messing around again? Why don't you come directly to the clinic?" Akira Watanabe walked up to me a few steps, looked at my gauze-wrapped feet and my school uniform covered in mud, his face became more gloomy in an instant, but his tone became lighter Some, "sprained?"

I nodded, and stretched out my hand coquettishly for him to hug me. He took off his white coat and wrapped me up, then picked me up without hesitation, and walked out of the hospital without a moment's pause. The director of the hospital and The leader followed us all the time, until he was stopped in place by Akira Watanabe's eyes, and then he stopped following us.

Another "arrogant" luxury car was parked in front of the main entrance of the hospital. Even at night, there were people watching around the small, sparsely populated square, but he walked all the way to the car, opened the door and let me in. , followed by himself in the car, and drove into the rain like flying.

"Why did you come here in person? Aren't you very busy?" You are so active, how can you let those little secretaries who are queuing up to be courteous?I thought about it in my heart, but didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

Akira Watanabe listened to me, and gave me a meaningful look, "What's wrong?"

"The road is slippery in rainy days. I accidentally...that hospital is near, so I went to have a look."

"I still have something to do in the hospital, where are you going to go back?" He looked at me again when he asked.

"Just put me on the side of the road." If we continue talking, are you going to say that you want to send me back to your brother? !He was provoked by me today, and now he will definitely die when he goes back. The serious family "education" is better another day.

After hearing my answer, he laughed immediately, fell silent for a while, and then seemed to make up his mind again, "Come with me."

"Go to the hospital?" He hummed and stepped up the accelerator, causing a splash of water when the car rushed out.

I'm a little confused by his sudden transformation, but so much has happened in one night that I don't want to think about it that much at the moment.

Akira Watanabe owns a lot of private clinics. Although the number cannot be compared with McDonald's, it is definitely better than Starbucks. Among the large number of clinics, only three of them will be "instructed" by him, and the rest are managed by "experts" trained by him. .

He parked his car in the garage, which is directly connected to the consulting room. Since seeing us walking in, the nurses inside and outside the clinic all retreated far away. Only Miss Qian Zi, who has dealt with me many times, followed me. .

Qian Zi is one of Akira Watanabe's confidants and a famous doctor. He has a mature appearance, but in fact he is capable and cunning, so he has won the trust of Akira Watanabe.

Do they have an affair?Hehe, I don't know, and I never cared about their private lives, those have nothing to do with me!

Akira Watanabe put me on the desk in the office, and while removing the bandages on my feet, he told the beauty to prepare a change of clothes for me.

He checked my injury quietly, and I silently let him look at it. After he finished watching, he took out a large bag of ice cubes from the ice room, poured them into an ice bucket, and mixed them with anti-inflammatory drugs. Pour the water in, and give me a cold compress, but this is...too cold, right? !

It's just warmed up from the rain, and I refuse anything cold to come near my skin.

But the meticulous Dr. Watanabe didn't even intend to discuss it with me, so he directly pressed my foot into the bucket, and then hugged me very hard when I resisted and struggled. The smell of disinfectant on his body made me feel sick. Familiar, this embrace may not be exclusive to me, but it has always been by my side, as long as I stretch out my hand a little, I can easily grab it.

He hugged me without saying a word, the hand that was holding my leg was taken back when I didn't resist anymore, he hugged my body and got close to his arms, just when I started to feel a little sleepy, Beauty Qian Zi knocked on the door and came back with new clothes and towels. She first helped me dry my feet soaked in ice water, and then put the new clothes on the table.

The dirty clothes were taken off by Akira Watanabe in twos. He picked up a big towel and wrapped me up, said some arrangements to the beautiful doctor, and carried me to the back bedroom.

The bathtub in the bathroom is already filled with hot water, and these are actually prepared, the beautiful sister has a heart.

Akira Watanabe put me into the bathtub, put my injured foot outside the bathtub, rolled up his sleeves, and knelt by the bathtub to help me wash my hair. He took off his clothes and sat in, sticking to my back, rubbing his lips back and forth along the curve of my neck, the light kiss quickly turned into sucking, I twisted my body to try to change his position, after all, the marks on the neck cannot be blocked by school uniforms live.

The small space in the bathroom is depressing, but no matter how indulgent the situation is, it will exhaust my energy, but the premise must be that the opponent is not Akira Watanabe.Anything is possible with this demon king who exudes a perverted ghost-animal atmosphere from inside to outside.

When I finally lay back on the bed, it was probably late in the night. He seemed to be applying medicine to my feet, and then covered me with the quilt. When his lips left my lips, he gently told me that he would leave for a while , but no matter how long he's going, I don't have the energy to worry about whether he will really come back, and I lose consciousness for a moment when I close my eyes.

"How did she go to the hospital?" Dr. Watanabe, who came down from his arms, asked the beauty Qian Zi who had been waiting downstairs.

"You ask key questions every time. What makes you suspicious?" The beauty smiled slyly, and handed a clip in her hand to Akira Watanabe.

Inside the folder were photos taken from the hospital's surveillance video, and among the few that happened to be "critical", Akira Watanabe only opened it for a glance, then closed it and threw it back into Qian Zi's hands.

In terms of Watanabe Akira's slick style of not showing his emotions and anger, anyone who is a little closer to him at the moment can see that he is very angry, and he is even holding back and holding back.

The person who has been waiting in the reception room until now is really unlucky. Akira Watanabe's mood is doomed that not only will his night's waiting be in vain, but maybe he will get twice the result with half the effort.

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