On the special skills of getting to the same table

Put the wine glass in front of your eyes, the shadow of the glass and the neon lights of the outside world intertwine with each other, making it difficult to see whether it is real or not.

Yang Jinyu took a sip, her lips were smudged with wine, her color was beautiful, her eyes were downcast, thinking whether Baoju would come as scheduled today.

"Di-"

The doorknob was gently pushed open, and the cleaning aunt who helped him open the door was driven away. Bao Ju went straight to the bay window, put his coat on the chair quilt, and sat very politely opposite Yang Jinyu.

In the hospital, when he puts on a white coat, everyone calls him a doctor. Outside, although he is not as rigorous as when facing patients in the hospital, he is still three-thirds mature in his work.

"You're here." Yang Jinyu stood up and handed over her glass.

Looking at the condescending Yang Jinyu and the wine glass hanging in mid-air, Bao Ju held his golden mirror frame with his left hand, and couldn't help teasing, "I don't know, when did you become so poor? Not even a glass of wine."

Although he said so, his right hand subconsciously reached out to take it.

Bang.

The glass fell on the table, and the shards embedded in the table. The wine red splashed all over Baoju, and the shirt was wet and pressed tightly against Baoju's chest, rising and falling with the heartbeat.

Bao Ju got up and let the drink drip down the folds of his clothes to the floor, his shallow six-pack abs looming.

Looking at this masterpiece of splashed ink, Bao Ju looked up at the opposite Yang Jinyu, who seemed nothing had happened and was at ease.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jinyu suddenly moved forward and pushed Bao Ju onto the bed.

With one hand resting next to Baoju's ear, the bangs on his forehead followed the movement of the owner, touching Baoju's eyebrows, and his right hand skillfully placed on Baoju's belt buckle. It seems that it is not the first time to do this kind of thing skillfully.

Bao Ju, who was lying under Yang Jinyu, looked at Yang Jinyu who was taking off his pants with a serious face, and laughed without being tense.

However, during the short period of laughter, Bao Ju reversed the positions of the two with a backhand, and Bao Ju slowly moved his lips close to Yang Jinyu's.

As expected, he saw the panic in Yang Jinyu's eyes and the slight struggle in his wrist, "Why, stop playing? Didn't you see you so flustered when you pressed me just now?"

Yang Jinyu leaned forward, kissed Baoju like a dragonfly, and then whispered in the ear of the person on the body, "I want the land in the west of the city."

While Bao Ju was in a daze, Yang Jinyu pushed him aside, as if something was chasing him, and escaped from the room he had booked.

Bao Ju lay on his back on the big bed, threw his glasses holder on the bedside table, rubbed his face with his hands, and suddenly remembered that he was in the same room a few years ago.He took the spare key of Yang Jinyu's room by mistake because of the management of the hotel.

At that time, he had a party at the Changlan Hotel. He was not particularly good at drinking, but he had to drink because of his father's voice. He was not good at drinking. After returning to the room, he was a little confused with Yang Jinyu thing.

All I knew was that when I woke up the next day, blood was dotted on the supposedly white sheets.He hurriedly sent him to the hospital, and forced his relatives not to disclose the matter to others, for fear that Yang Jinyu would be overwhelmed.

This incident also directly led to why Bao Ju did not continue his studies in economics and finance, but transferred to another school to study medicine and became a doctor in the anorectal department.

Because of this incident, Bao Ju felt guilty towards Yang Jinyu, but Yang Jinyu became a crook because of this incident, but Bao Ju was still straight.

There were twists and turns between the two of them.Yang Jinyu didn't know whether Bao Ju was interested, and Bao Ju couldn't figure out what he wanted now.

As if resigned to fate, Bao Ju dialed the phone, "Dad, can you give me the land in the west of the city? A friend wants it. Sell it at a low price. It's time to make friends."

Father Bao, who was on the phone, analyzed the market conditions of the land for Bao Ju, and asked him if he still wanted to persist.

"Well," he squeezed his five fingers tightly, as if he wanted to crush the phone.

I only heard a sigh from the other side of the phone, "Forget it, the company will still have to be handed over to you and your brother in the future, so it's up to you."

Burying his face into the fluffy pillow, Bao Ju could hear his father's helplessness at the last sentence "It's up to you". When he switched to medicine, it seemed that his father also said such helpless words.

Bao Ju's kindness to Yang Jinyu, an outsider, probably surpassed his concern for his father.

He slapped the switch off, and the room was plunged into darkness. He took off the clothes that were in the way, and fell into a dream.

Wen Jin and Wei Shengxun, who had been warm for a few days, also bid farewell at the airport. They didn't take a good tour of the school, but on the confession wall, there were many girls who wanted Wen Jin's personal information.

The reason was nothing more than that when passing by the basketball court that day, the basketball rolled to Wen Jin's feet. The owner of the ball said that the ball was destined for him, so he insisted on letting him take a shot.

A blind throw, the ball didn't even hit the crosshairs, and scored a three-pointer.

Sure enough, for a good person, God doesn't want to embarrass others.

When Wen Jin went back, Wei Shengxun didn't let Wei Shengxun take him to the airport.

On the car going to the airport, Wen Jin saw the question why Wei Shengxun asked.

Wen Jin leaned on the car, thinking why she didn't let Wei Shengxun send her off, "Why, of course I'm afraid of reluctance."

The night outside the car window was thick like ink that could not be erased, just like when Wei Shengxun came to pick him up, the slanted shadow of dead branches by the roadside hit Wen Jin's face, dim and unclear.

"It's too late, I don't worry about you alone, and I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it then." Wen Jin truthfully replied her thoughts.

When Wen Jin returned to University B, when both of them had free time, they would watch video on the computer, and then Wen Jin would always sneak a few glances at Wei Shengxun when he was doing his homework seriously.

Moreover, Wen Jin secretly took screenshots of a lot of Weishengxun's photos, so much so that when he returned from the winter vacation, Weishengxun even told him to ask him directly, instead of taking screenshots like this.

After a lot of anticipation, the winter vacation finally ushered in, but the two of them went to Bao Ju's place again because of sexual problems.

Although the anorectal department is very busy every day, Bao Ju can't remember who came here and who came again, but because when he was seeing Wen Jin at the time, one iceberg melted into water, and the other was obviously gentle and pure but pretended to be vicious. , so Baoju has a deep memory.

"No, why are you here again?" Bao Ju stood up from the computer, and saw Wei Shengxun helping Wen Jin in, exactly the same as last time.He took out a pair of sterile gloves, put them on, and clasped his hands in front of his chest.

"Doctor Bao, it's rare that you still remember us?" Wen Jin buried her head in the pillow, the tips of her ears dripping blood like a cuckoo, it was terribly red.

"Remember, after all, adding me to WeChat is such a prescient practice," Bao Ju jokingly elaborated on the facts, "I'm afraid few people can do it. I guess this time it might just be a PP fan again."

"Why, are you waiting for me to take off your pants this time?" Bao Ju asked curiously, looking at the pants that had not been completely taken off.