Doctor Qing Leng fishes wolf dog online

After beating him up, Zhuang Qing moved the fingers on his side that had regained some strength, and continued to sneer, "You are wrong."

"First of all, it's not that I like men, it's just that I like Yan Xichen, who happens to be a man."

"Secondly, what he can do, you can't."

"impossible!"

Wu Hongjun's neck turned red when Zhuang Qing denied it.

"Is it impossible?"

Zhuang Qing raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, looked directly at Wu Hongjun, and dug his heart word by word, "Whether Yan Xichen was drunk or angry, he would never treat someone he likes so rudely."

"I……"

Wu Hongjun unconsciously loosened his grip on Zhuang Qing's shoulder, closed his eyes in pain, suppressed his anger and retorted, "That's because you never gave me a chance! You forced me!"

"Ah."

Zhuang Qing sneered, and looked at Wu Hongjun with colder eyes.

Wu Hongjun lowered his head, did not dare to look into Zhuang Qing's eyes, and continued on his own: "As long as you give me a chance and tell me what you like and what you don't like, I will definitely be able to do better than him."

"..."

Zhuang Qing didn't answer, he tried to move his arm, and his strength has recovered a lot.

While Wu Hongjun lowered his head and immersed himself in his own emotions, without any precautions.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Zhuang Qing's eyes, and he gathered all his strength to lift his knee up abruptly.

He pressed against Wu Hongjun's legs fiercely.

"what!"

With a short cry of pain, Wu Hongjun bowed his waist and knelt down at Zhuang Qing's feet, his face pale, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead instantly.

Opening his mouth in pain, Wu Hongjun couldn't say a word now.

However, in his eyes squinting at Zhuang Qing, there were complex emotions mixed together of shock, grief, and hatred.

Zhuang Qing leaned on the spot and didn't move, the physical strength he had accumulated just now had returned to zero.

Looking down at the poor fellow lying at his feet, Zhuang Qing suddenly smiled, "Wu Hongjun, just by your last sentence, you will never be able to compare with him."

"Yan Xichen has never asked so much from me, nor has he asked so much. He only needs to appear around me, and he can easily know my preferences."

"Do you know why?"

When the little boy was mentioned, the coldness in Zhuang Qing's eyes dissipated, and a trace of tenderness flashed, "Because he puts me in his heart."

After saying that, the expression in Zhuang Qing's eyes returned to the coldness before, "And you, you will always only care about yourself."

"Actually, you don't like me very much. Since you were rejected by me with full confidence, all your persistence is just unwillingness."

"In addition, he is not a second-generation ancestor who is ignorant, nor is he naive at all."

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Qing lowered his head and smiled.

Just like Lu Meng said, the little boy is a scheming little wolf dog, and he patiently traps him bit by bit.

Yan Xichen's figure flashed in his mind, and Zhuang Qing suddenly missed him very much.

The heat wave in the body swept back violently, Zhuang Qing bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, maintaining his final sobriety.

Ignoring the man who started to curse at his feet, Zhuang Qing took out his mobile phone with great effort.

He dialed the number that was put on top by him but hadn't been called much.

After the dialing sound came from the mobile phone, Zhuang Qing couldn't help but think distractedly, the little kid is surrounded by so many people, and he doesn't know if he can find his call in time.

Second by second, Zhuang Qing looked at the interface of the mobile phone that was still showing the call.

Shaking his head helplessly, his tone was soft, "Little bastard, if you don't answer, I won't be able to hold on anymore."

When he was thinking about whether to give up, the phone was picked up, and a child's eager voice came from inside.

"Doctor Zhuang, where are you?"

"I am here……"

Just as Zhuang Qing was about to tell his location, he vaguely heard footsteps on the stairs in the distance.

It was like someone was running up quickly.

Inexplicably startled, he suddenly had a premonition.

This person must be Yan Xichen.

Just when Zhuang Qing was in a daze, a tall and familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Zhuang Qing hooked his lips, and the arm holding the mobile phone slid down.

Leaning against the door behind him, Zhuang Qing tried his best to stand, not letting himself sit down.

Turning her head to look at the child who was running quickly, and waiting for someone to stand still in front of him, Zhuang Qing glanced at the sweat on the child's forehead.

Before the child could speak, he opened his hands and smiled slightly, "Little bastard, come and hug me."

Yan Xichen glanced at the man lying on the ground clutching a certain place, with a painful face, and kicked him away mercilessly.

Then he took a step forward and hugged Dr. Zhuang, who had a strange blush on his face, in his arms.

In an instant, the tip of Zhuang Qing's nose was filled with the familiar vanilla smell. She tried to maintain a clear mind, but was immediately affected by the effect of the medicine, and began to feel dizzy for a while.

"Uncomfortable..."

Zhuang Qing was like a kitten with its sharp claws away, unconsciously rubbing against Yan Xichen's neck, looking for the coolness that could relieve the heat wave in his body.

The state of Dr. Zhuang in his family is very similar to his time at that time.

Fortunately, the place where Yan's family held the reception was under their own banner.

Yan Xichen called someone to send a key card, picked up Dr. Zhuang, turned around and entered the room.

Putting him on the bed, Yan Xichen licked his lips, leaned close to Zhuang Qing's ear, and asked, "Doctor Zhuang, do you want me to help you?"

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49. The way to help him

The alternation of hot and cold inside and outside made Zhuang Qing feel dizzy.

It took a long time to realize what Yan Xichen said.

Frowning slightly, Zhuang Qing raised his eyelids with difficulty, and quietly looked at the little bastard who was close at hand.

I didn't speak for a long time.

Doctor Zhuang's eyes at this time were a little confused, coupled with his rosy cheeks, the whole person was more soft than cold.

It looks so soft, it makes people want to... bully and bully fiercely.

After fantasizing in his mind, Yan Xichen swallowed subconsciously.

"cough."

Yan Xichen pressed his fist to his lips and coughed heavily, and quickly pulled back his beastly thoughts before he lost his temper.

But Yan Xichen probably didn't know that at that moment, his eyes flickered like wolves.

Even Zhuang Qing, who was not sober, sensed some danger, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Doctor Zhuang, just like you helped me last time, let me help you too, okay?"

Yan Xichen raised his hand, and touched the hot cheek of his doctor Zhuang with his cool fingertips, tempting him to say what he wanted to hear.

The temperature of the child's fingers made Zhuang Qing feel very comfortable, and he unconsciously grasped the other's wrist with both hands, and rubbed them lightly.

Looking up again to meet the child's gradually darkening eyes, Zhuang Qing chuckled softly, "Little bastard, I've given you a lot of money."

"Doctor Zhuang."

Yan Xichen's voice tightened suddenly, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

The impulse in my heart is like a beast that has escaped from the cage, rampaging.

But now, obviously, is not the time.

"Doctor Zhuang, wait for me."

Quickly kissing the corner of Zhuang Qing's lips, Yan Xichen suddenly got up and trotted out of the room.

Zhuang Qing squinted at the door, grabbed the quilt under her body, and let the heat wave swallow her, while maintaining the last trace of sobriety, waiting for some little bastard to come back.

outside the door.

After Yan Xichen came out, he immediately saw the man who was trying to get up.

Walking up to the man, glanced indifferently at the place protected by the man, Yan Xichen asked indifferently, "Your name is Wu Hongjun?"

"..."

Wu Hongjun was trembling, shaking his legs, standing up against the wall, looking fiercely at the second generation ancestor who he hated, and sneered bitterly, "Why? Come out and see my jokes?"

"Uncle, I'm not interested in seeing you."

Yan Xichen suddenly remembered something, stopped talking nonsense, stepped forward and grabbed Wu Hongjun by the collar and dragged him into another guest room.

Use the sheet to easily form the person into a ball.

"Yan Xichen! What do you mean?"

"You fucking let go of me!"

Ignoring Wu Hongjun's ghostly screams, Yan Xichen walked out of the room, stood in the corridor and made a phone call.

The other side quickly picked up.

"Young Master Yan, what's the matter with you?" A carefree voice came from the opposite side of the phone.

"Zhang Fenglin, if I remember correctly, you said that your stepmother's son is named Wu Hongjun, right?" Yan Xichen narrowed his eyes and went straight to the point.

"Well, what's wrong with him? Did he mess with you?" After Zhang Fenglin joked, he remembered something and instantly understood, "I see, did you find out that he treasured the photos of your baby Pimple?"

He can see that photo every year when he comes home from vacation, and it is placed on Wu Hongjun's bedside table.

I have to say that the photos of Yan Xichen's baby Pimple a few years ago are really amazing.

Of course, real people are more exciting than photos.

"..."

Yan Xichen paused, ignoring the photos for the time being, and continued: "My doctor Zhuang, you have no chance, so don't get close to him again."

"However, I remember that you are interested in Wu Hongjun, right? He has drunk a lot now and is short of men. If you come here now, you have a great chance."

After saying that, Yan Xichen gave Zhang Fenglin the room number where Wu Hongjun was staying, "As for whether you want this opportunity or not, it's up to you."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and Yan Xichen hurried back to find his doctor Zhuang.

Zhuang Qing turned over and lay on his back on the bed, the suit jacket on his body had been thrown into a corner long ago.

The collar of the shirt was also torn open by him unconsciously, revealing a slightly pale chest that had not seen the light all year round.

The waist and abdomen are also slightly open.

When Yan Xichen opened the door and came in, what he saw was such an alluring picture.

The tip of his nose became inexplicably hot, he touched it subconsciously, and walked quickly to the bedside.

"little bastard."

Sensing someone approaching, Zhuang Qing opened his eyes and saw