There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

Of course the illness would not drag on. In the end, I had no choice but to call my good friend's fiancée's brother's classmate in the middle of the night, a doctor from a clinic... Well, let's call it a doctor for now.

The doctor pretended to be calm and took my temperature, glanced at my cushion model Mr., and said solemnly: "Mr. Chen, I have a high fee for visiting the doctor in the middle of the night, but you are a president. If you are so rich, I won't give it to you." If it’s discounted, let’s settle the accounts with our brothers.”

I swear I saw the gold in this baby face's eyes...

It would be great if my model Mr. is so good-looking and understandable.

"Discount." I answered coldly.

The doctor seemed a bit unacceptable to my decision, and yes, most things about money are cruel.

"But...but...but you are a president...the president shouldn't bargain." The doctor looked like he was about to cry.

I thought about it for a while, and told him very seriously: "The flowers should be spent."

The doctor suddenly lost his vitality. If it weren't for the model Mr. who looked very strong and healthy behind me, I think he would leave me, a stingy patient, and cry all the way back.

In fact, he gave me a vial and was literally on the verge of crying all the way home.

I looked at his staggering back, and I understood once again: money is the best weapon to hurt people!

Without a doctor, only Mr. Model is left.

Mr. Model's face was gloomy, he was not very happy, he didn't speak, and he stopped kissing and hugging.

I suspect I hurt him with my overly explicit refusal just now, which is a really bad thing.

I should comfort him. This is the instruction given to me by my master's morality.

So I touched his hand and said, "I'll buy you a car tomorrow."

If it was the doctor just now who heard this sentence, he would definitely fly up with joy, but the model Mr. is much more noble, he gave me a deep look, and his mood was very cold.

He got up and seemed ready to go.

I didn't understand where he wanted to go, so I pulled him subconsciously.

Mr. Model turned around, still looking at me, without saying a word.

I think he is a bit scary, he is colder than the posters I saw when he was silent like this, I admit that I was a little flustered at this time, even my heart beat faster.

I have to coax him well, otherwise he will never talk to me, and then I will always feel uncomfortable for no reason.

But when I opened my mouth, I still said: "You stay."

"Then you'll buy me a house?" Mr. Model asked.

"You want a house?" I replied, "Okay, buy a house."

Mr. Model sighed, still seemed unhappy, but he sat down again and hugged me as usual.

I attribute these transformations to the house.

I now feel that the ambition of Mr. Model may just be money.

That's fine, so I can take care of him with peace of mind.

The author has something to say: I don’t know anything, the president is dumbfounded