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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 171 Patient Male X Doctor Female (18)"

weight="106872"

series = ["All The Male Leads Have Blackened"]

mode = "manual"

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After Cen Simiao left there, she turned her hand off and hurried to the clinic, fearing that Song Boyu could not wait to find it.

She couldn't even drink water, wiped the sweat from her head, and sat in the studio, picked up the landline phone on the table, and prepared to call Song Boyu.

Cen Simiao gasped a few times, calmed his breath, and then dialed out. She picked it up almost immediately, and she took the initiative to say with a smile: "Why do you keep calling? How long did I leave."

Song Boyu's breathing was particularly pronounced, but he did not speak.

Cen Simiao was taken aback, then a little puzzled, and tentatively called him.

There seemed to be wind blowing over there, and even the sound of Song Boyu's breathing was faintly heard. Cen Simiao felt something was wrong. If he stayed at home, it would never be the case.

She stood up, and the chair was rubbing against the ground, particularly harsh. Cen Simiao hung up the landline and walked to the window to look around. The street lamp outside was already on and the light was dim.

Pedestrians in the street walked hurriedly, wrapped in clothes, because they were too fuzzy to see the expressions on their faces. Cen Simiao took out his cell phone and called Song Boyu again, and he picked it up quickly.

Her voice seemed like a lamp that had been bright for a long time in the cold night, with warmth: "Have you come to me?"

There was a dull "um" over there.

Cen Simiao still didn't see him, so she couldn't help but lower her voice and asked, "Where are you now?"

Suddenly, heard the sound of a car whistling, not only from the phone, but also from the sound coming in through the window.

She frowned and stared at the outside carefully. The light was dim and she couldn't see anything. She suddenly became anxious. Turning off the light in the room, it was instantly dark, but the outside was bright.

There was a lot of traffic on the street, the sound of whistle began to linger, and the faint light illuminates the face. Song Boyu was on the opposite street with a road in between. The red light was on, and he could only stand there waiting for the time being.

He was dressed very thinly, and the wind moved the hem of his coat, but the impatience between his brows was not blown away by the wind, but his brows became more frowning and tightened. His lips were pursed and turned white, and looked a little cold in the cold winter night.

Cen Simiao's heart softened and stared at him for a long while, until Song Boyu stepped through the crowd, with anxious emotions in his eyes, and went straight towards her.

He held the phone and put it on his side face, frowning: "I'm going to the clinic."

Cen Simiao lowered her head and lowered her eyelashes, her lips were smiling, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Yeah."

The winter night is cold, and many people want to stay at home, play games with the quilt, and eat snacks along the way. There is nothing more comfortable than this in the world.

But there are always people who can make you leave these behind, blowing the cold wind, enduring the strangeness with the people on the street, and walking eagerly to her.

Cen Simiao spent the night with Song Boyu in the office, and the phone turned off since seeing him. When she woke up early in the morning, she was confused and aching, and she lay on the table all night panicking.

Lying in Song Boyu's arms, turning on the phone, a few messages popped out immediately, all of which were questioned by Lin Zhenqi. The words were particularly intense, and he seemed to want to scold her.

Cen Simiao frowned, but he didn't expect him to react so much. She yawned and got up from Song Boyu's arms, he was still asleep.

Cen Simiao put on the clothes, but the skirt was always wrinkled, and it was not even at all. It was all crazy last night. She went to the outside corridor to call Lin Zhenqi, and immediately hung up over there as soon as there was a sound.

Cen Simiao was a little confused.

After hitting it again, it was still the same, and he hung up almost instantly.

She turned her hand off.

It's just to see who is calm, Cen Simiao didn't think about it anymore. After a few days, Lin Zhenqi really hadn't looked for her.

Cen Simiao pondered for a while and took the initiative to go to his company. As a result, the front desk stopped her. Cen Simiao called him, but still hung up.

She squinted her eyes and sent a message.

Immediately sitting on the sofa next to her, employees passed by from time to time, seeing her staying there alone, her face full of impatience and grievances between her brows, they couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Cen Simiao was chatting with Song Boyu on his cell phone, fearing that he could not find her. In case one of his nerves was wrong, and he ran out of the house to find her, it would be troublesome.

Suddenly a gentle male voice rang in his ear: "Please drink it."

Cen Simiao paused, and looked up to see a man with a bottle of drink in his hand and handed it to her as if. Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she immediately sat down tightly, sullen her face in a particularly serious rejection.

This is not a joke. Lin Zhenqi is still in anger at the moment. Seeing her talking and laughing with others, she is not sure what will happen.

However, the man bent his lips and became interested. He sat on the sofa on the other side and said softly: "If you are waiting for someone, you can go to the front desk to make an appointment, otherwise it will take a long time to wait."

Cen Simiao was very polite: "Thank you."

The man put the drink he was going to hand her on the table, then drank the drink in his hand, and kept talking to Cen Simiao.

She leaned aside, showing no interest at all. The man was talking, and suddenly his body moved, as if he was preparing, but the drink in his hand was not steady, and it was spilled on him instantly, even Cen Simiao was hurt.

She frowned, resisting the urge to curse. He stood up and was about to go to the bathroom to clean up, but was pulled by the arm by the man. He felt guilty: "I am not good. I didn't care about spilling drinks on my body. There is a shopping mall nearby. Can you give me a chance to make up? Let me take you there?"

Cen Simiao was impatient, and said no, his arm was about to break free, but he didn't let go, he kept entanglement.

Suddenly I heard the sound of high heels stepping on the ground, the front desk was painted with delicate makeup, with a standard smile, and said to Cen Simiao: "This lady, Mr. Lin asked me to invite you to the office, please come with me. "

The man's movements became stiff, and he looked at Cen Simiao in a strange way.

In the office, Lin Zhenqi sat in a chair with his back to the door. As soon as Cen Simiao entered, she coughed and frowned because of the strong smell of smoke, "How come I smoke so much smoke."

No one answered her.

Cen Simiao looked up and saw only the back of Lin Zhenqi's head. She walked to the desk with innocence in her eyes: "What's the matter? Are you still angry? It's me who is not good. Go, you forgive me once, OK, just once."

Lin Zhenqi furrowed her brows, and when she heard that the corners of her lips were bent, she sneered, Cen Simiao pursed her lips, took the initiative to walk around the table, and came to him.

Lin Zhenqi raised his eyes to look at her, with a loose eyebrow, but his eyes felt very cold: "What are you doing?"

The voice is hoarse, it should be because of smoking too much. Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, then a trace of grievance crossed her face, and turned to open the window: "What do you say I'm here for, I haven't called you for so long, and I have sent a lot of text messages. Ask me inexplicable things."

She turned around, her eyes flushed: "You can't bully me like this."

Lin Zhenqi frowned when she heard what she said, stared at her for a long time, then lit another cigarette without speaking.

Cen Simiao walked over again, pulled his arm, and shook it gently: "What's the matter?"

He glanced at it, fingertips pinched the cigarette, and his lips moved: "Who did you leave that night?"

Cen Simiao frowned, with doubts on her face: "What?"

Lin Zhenqi suddenly became irritable and dropped the cigarette from his fingertips, almost shouting: "Who did you go with at the bar that night!"

Cen Simiao was taken aback, her lips pressed tightly, tears fell, and she sobbed softly, "I didn't. Someone asked me where there is a convenience store, so I went out with him and told him where to go."

She looked up, with grievances hidden in her eyes: "If you don't believe me, you can check and monitor."

The system really can't listen to it anymore, that period of monitoring was wiped out by it a long time ago, even if it is checked, it will be useful.

Lin Zhenqi's face was gloomy.

Cen Simiao was particularly wronged. After a while, she cried harder and harder. She couldn't cry. She looked at Lin Zhenqi, "I love you."

The tone seems to have been soaked in a lot of love for a long time, especially affectionate.

Lin Zhenqi's heart trembled, he paused, raised his hand to hug Cen Simiao, her depressed crying in his ear, but kept repeating: "I really love you, I can do anything for you. Please do not be angry."

He held Cen Simiao tighter.

Lin Zhenqi didn't mention it again, and was particularly happy with Cen Simiao. Xu was in a good mood, and his career became smoother, and the project that could not be discussed was finally won.

In the last two days, she started to be busy again, and she didn't care to accompany Cen Simiao, but she didn't seem to care at all, and she never took the initiative to find him.

Lin Zhenqi had a strange feeling in his heart, but he barely suppressed it.

Cen Simiao is visiting the mall with Song Boyu. The two of them have been in a good relationship recently. The most obvious thing is their friendship, which is rising very fast.

She chose a dress and asked Song Boyu to try it on. Sitting on the side and waiting, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the manager who was picking up clothes with her female partner.

The two were very close. They bought a suit. Cen Simiao pretended to unwittingly approached and heard the woman say: "To discuss business tomorrow, you will wear the one I picked. You are not allowed to change it."

The manager smiled and agreed.

Cen Simiao squinted her eyes, watching them leave, turning back to where they were, Song Boyu had already come out of the fitting room.

The clothes fit him well, the two legs are very long, and the figure is outlined, especially strong.

Cen Simiao nodded: "It looks good."

Song Boyu smiled in his eyes and looked down at his clothes. After Cen Simiao settled the bill, he took him to another house and bought the suit that the manager just took away.

Let Song Boyu put it on.

Cen Simiao was stunned, thinking he was young and not suitable. But after wearing it, he has a particularly aura, and the coldness between his brows adds a sense of abstinence to him.

She held Song Boyu, very satisfied: "So handsome."

Song Boyu coughed slightly.

It was still early, after Cen Simiao walked out of the mall with him, he took out the phone from his bag and sent a message to Lin Zhenqi, saying that she was at home at the moment and missed him so much.

It didn't take long before Lin Zhenqi came back and coaxed her nicely.

Cen Simiao sensed Song Boyu's dissatisfaction and hurriedly turned his hand off and moved closer to him. Then ask the system where Lin Zhenqi is now.

The system sighed and dumped an address.

Cen Simiao drove straight to the past, and then led Song Boyu back and forth. He didn't complain, as long as Cen Simiao could stay in front of him.

Cen Simiao was a little tired from walking, feeling a little impatient, and suddenly heard the system shout: "Hurry, hurry! Lin Zhenqi has appeared!"

She quickly raised her head, looked around, and finally saw Lin Zhenqi come out of the building. Cen Simiao brows and grabs Song Boyu's arm and walks a short distance away, turning his back to Lin Zhenqi.

There are not many people on the street, and the sound is not noisy. If you calm down, you can still hear a few people talking quietly. Lin Zhenqi took her cell phone and was about to call Cen Simiao. Now that she has time, she wants to accompany her.

Suddenly he heard laughter, especially sweet, very similar to Cen Simiao's voice, he couldn't help stopping his feet and turning his head to look.

Cen Simiao was throwing himself into a man's arms, with an intimate manner, with a smile in his eyes, and the whole person looked particularly charming.

Lin Zhenqi froze instantly, and the blood from head to toe was cold.