Nightmare Attack

Chapter 171
"Okay, let's not talk, let's go down first." Jiang Cheng seemed really anxious, grabbed the fat man, turned around and walked towards the door.

"and many more."

A flat voice sounded, and Jiang Cheng hastily pushed open the bedroom door, but stopped immediately.

Then he turned around reluctantly and looked at the cheongsam woman who was speaking.

The fat man was also observing the woman, but he didn't dare to look directly, so he could only secretly squint.

The woman stood beside Jiang Cheng's broken mattress, her face as cold as frost suddenly opened, the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a smile, she stared at Jiang Cheng's face, and said softly: "He can go, you stay. "

Hearing this, the fat man blushed, and his heart was pounding harder than a drum, as if he had foreseen the big business that would be discussed between the doctor and this woman in a while.

Jiang Cheng stood by the door, hesitated for a long time, and finally walked over reluctantly.

But what the fat man couldn't understand was why the doctor looked not only unhappy, but also awe-inspiring about going to the execution ground.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved, maybe this is the so-called twisted melon is not sweet.

or the doctor
His pupils trembled slightly, and he suddenly recalled the physical problems that doctors loved to mention, such as saying that 30 seconds is enough.

Isn't there such a saying that the more a person lacks in which aspect, the more he loves to show off that aspect. This is a typical inferiority complex.

Thinking about it this way, Fatty felt a little sympathetic to the doctor again.

But in the next second, he caught a glimpse of the cheongsam woman moving from the corner of his eye, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

When he woke up the next day, the fat man found himself sleeping on the sofa downstairs, his head was very dizzy, and things seemed to be covered in fog.

After waiting for a long time, when the memories of last night came to mind little by little, the fat man suddenly thought of the beauty in the cheongsam and the doctor.

None of them are downstairs.

It appears they slept in the upstairs bedroom last night.

The fat man swallowed subconsciously, and countless mosaics flashed in his mind.

Standing in front of the stairs and listening for a while, he didn't hear any special sound. He was too embarrassed to go up directly, so he coughed hard.

Still nothing.

Could it be that the woman has gone?

The fat man frowned, turned around and walked towards the door, opened the door, and came outside the studio. Sure enough, the sports car parked in front of the door was gone.

"Doctor." The fat man yelled while walking upstairs boldly, "How are you, doctor, are you awake?"

Upstairs, the bedroom door was open, Jiang Cheng just sat up from the mattress, it seemed that he was in the same state as when he just woke up.

Moreover, the doctor was not wearing anything on his upper body, and his lower body was unclear because he was covered with a quilt.

But what really caught Fatty's attention was the light-colored cheongsam under the quilt.

He recognized it at a glance, it was the one worn by the cheongsam woman!
Jiang Cheng himself was pretty much undressed, but he was still covered with a quilt, so he didn't look so embarrassed.

Jiang Cheng didn't seem to care much, he rolled up the cheongsam and threw it into the clothes frame basket on the side.

The fat man took a look on tiptoe, and there were many similar cheongsams inside.

At this time, the fat man remembered the cell division that he had learned in junior high school biology. He felt that the fat female teacher who was wearing glasses was a little wrong.

It is not only cells that can divide, it turns out that people can too.

He's completely cracked.

In the next second, Jiang Cheng, who had already put on his clothes, pulled him back to reality, "Don't think so much, everything you see is not real." He paused, and continued: "Nothing happened between us .”

The fat man stared wide-eyed, with disbelief written all over his face.

Jiang Cheng pointed to the side of the neck, where it was slightly swollen, a bit like a stiff neck, "She knocked me out, but it was just a knockout, don't make up your mind about the follow-up plot."

"You too." Jiang Cheng pointed at the fat man's neck.

The fat man didn't react for a while, and subconsciously asked, "Why did she do that?"

What's more, the doctor seemed to be accustomed to the things that he couldn't figure out.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied, "Not often, about once a month."

"Usually, when she checks the accounts at the end of the month, if she finds any abnormal discrepancies, she will come here once."

"Then took the opportunity to turn the studio upside down to find money, to see if I had been hidden somewhere."

Even the fat man knew that this reason was completely untenable, and he was quite careless.

But after all, he is dependent on others, and it is better to see through some things and not to say them out.

He would just be a doctor and a woman just a simple employment relationship.

"Okay," Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man, knowing that he was imagining the messy plot again, "You should care more about yourself when you have time."

The fat man frowned suspiciously.

Jiang Cheng pointed to his crooked neck and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

This sentence seemed to hit Fatty's pain point, and his neck immediately ached like a heart-pounding pain.

When I touched it with my hand, his neck turned out to be crooked, and it was so swollen that I couldn't turn it back.

He once had a stiff neck because of an indecent sleeping position, and this feeling was much more painful than a stiff neck.

The fat man hummed in pain.

One of the two necks was tilted to the left and the other to the right, and then they helped each other down the stairs. Every step down the stairs was a torment.

After going downstairs, Jiang Cheng left Fatty behind, went into the kitchen alone, and then came out with a big bag.

After turning the bag upside down, dozens of boxes of medicine rolled out of it.

The fat man immediately recognized that it was all from the previous doctor.

Then he accurately pulled out a box of cooling and pain relief patches from the mountain of boxes.

After unpacking, it was pasted on the fat man's neck.

A burst of cool mint smell spread out, and the fat man felt that his whole body was getting better.

Jiang Cheng stared at the fat man's sore spot for a while, then reluctantly took off the sticker again, and then stuck it on.

There is no other reason, the fat man is too big, and one post is not enough.

"Doctor," the fat man groaned comfortably while paralyzed on the sofa, "won't you stick it?"

"I'll talk about it later," Jiang Cheng tidied up the medicines on the table without raising his head, "The unexpired ones are in another bag."

　I will open the next book today, and then someone guessed the answer in the previous issue, so.
　
(End of this chapter)