Chapter 174 Patient Man X Doctor Woman (21)

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 174 Patient Man X Doctor Woman (21)"

weight="106875"

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

mode = "manual"

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Lin Zhenqi stared at the gilded font on the invitation card, without blinking his eyes for a long time, and suddenly barely recognized the words on the invitation card for a moment. He was stunned, he hadn't recovered yet, but he felt cold in his hands and feet.

The friend was still leaning on the door frame, looking at Lin Zhenqi's appearance, couldn't help but squeezed his eyebrows, and said to him, "Could you be a little prosperous, so that you won't get you down like this."

There was no response, and the room was quiet. Lin Zhenqi seemed to be calm, stiffened, motionless, except that his face became more and more ugly.

The friend frowned. He knew that Lin Zhenqi had moved sincerely this time, and he was afraid that the injury would not be lightened. A few days ago, a group of buddies had a party in a bar, and Lin Zhenqi couldn't make it out, saying that he was busy with something.

They all thought it was the company's business, so they didn't persuade. When they come out after drinking in the middle of the night, a bunch of buddies want to call him under Lin Zhenqi's office building and have fun.

The driver drove the car. They were dizzy and drunk sitting in the car. It didn't take long for the car to smell bad. Can't help but open the window.

The cold wind outside suddenly blew in, and they trembled with the cold, and suddenly saw Lin Zhenqi's back on the opposite street, he was squatting, piling up the snow on the ground.

Next to him is the body of a snowman that has been piled up. The gloves seem to be torn, and they are thrown aside, his hands are red with cold.

These guys were so startled that their eyes were about to fall to the ground, so they told the driver to stop the car early and walk over to look.

Lin Zhenqi stood up suddenly, heaved a sigh of relief towards the palm of his hand, and suddenly a white mist appeared in the sky. He took out the phone and wanted to make a call, but he looked hesitant.

Finally, opened WeChat and hesitated for a while before sending the voice message.

He pursed his lips, seemingly nervous, holding his phone, his voice trembling, but his tone was particularly gentle, like a warm stove in winter.

"Can you look at the snowman's face and see me?"

Lin Zhenqi frowned slightly, his face was tired, but his eyes became more affectionate. He twitched the corner of his lips: "I really miss you."

But never got a response.

After this time, my friend knew that Lin Zhenqi had planted, and he would never want to be happy for the rest of his life. He looked at Lin Zhenqi: "If you feel upset, just..."

Suddenly Lin Zhenqi stared at him with dark eyes, lifeless body and a hoarse voice: "You fucking bullshit."

The friend paused, frowned, and wanted to awake him sober, but he tolerated and said, "The invitation is clearly written, you can take a closer look."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Zhenqi stood up, did not wear slippers, stepped on the ground barefoot with cold eyebrows and eyes.

He tore up the invitation card and ran straight out. The friend panicked, seeing that his state was wrong, and quickly reached out to stop him. But Lin Zhenqi pushed aside, he rushed out like crazy.

I drove the car to the clinic to look for Cen Simiao. I didn’t see any figure. The assistant was polite and polite: "She is getting married. Recently, she is busy decorating the wedding room. Today, she is going to Fengli Shopping Mall to buy furniture. You can come back tomorrow. ."

After Lin Zhenqi heard these words, her gloomy face seemed to be covered with a mist, her eyes staring blankly, making people panic when she looked at them, and the assistant's palms were sweaty, so her legs didn't feel weak. .

Fengli Shopping Center is very big, with people coming and going, finding people is very difficult.

Cen Simiao is holding Song Boyu's hand, back and forth. The furniture of all sizes in the home has almost been selected, and there is still a desk left undecided.

She looked at a simple white lacquer desk, placed in the study, with soft bay window screens, and a vase decorated with bright red roses. It should be good.

But Song Boyu disagreed life and death, and kept pulling Cen Simiao to another place.

She wears high heels, although she is used to it, she is not too tired, but she can't help tossing back and forth like this.

In addition, Song Boyu was fond of dark desks, which was totally different from Cen Simiao's thinking.

She became impatient, stood in a place with few people, and started to reason: "That color doesn't match the study decoration at all, why would you choose that table?"

Song Boyu moved her brows and took a look at her: "It's a match, it's a match."

Cen Simiao felt that he had a headache and was about to continue to reason. He suddenly approached, his warm breath fell to his ear, and he bit his earlobe lightly.

Cen Simiao was unprepared, her body trembled, and quickly pushed him away.

Song Boyu smiled extremely satisfied. He stared at Cen Simiao with deep eyes and ambiguous fingertips rubbing his earlobes: "You are lying on a dark desk, I will take off your clothes one by one, and his skin looks fairer. Bend your legs..."

Cen Simiao squinted her eyes: "The white desk makes my skin not pale anymore?"

Song Boyu paused, the teasing between his eyebrows disappeared, and he said: "White."

The two set down the white desk.

When he was about to go home, Cen Simiao called out the system and asked Song Boyu what was going on. The set was getting more and more wrong.

As a result, the system froze for a long time, and finally became anxious, and shouted: "After you finish your task, what do you ask these for?"

Cen Simiao was stunned: "Are you broken in love? You have such a bad temper."

The system is particularly boring, and is criticized by the above every day, can it be happy. Recently Song Boyu remembered all the things that happened in the previous world, and shocked him.

The system has been grabbed and asked how it looks at the host, the strategy belongs to the strategy, but to this point, it is already a big loophole.

And the above also revealed that these worlds are for Song Boyu to experience all kinds of sorrows, so as to hone his character.

The more uncomfortable he is, the higher his cultivation base will be. But now Song Boyu remembered everything, no matter what he experienced, he would no longer be as painful as before.

There is no need for this task to go on.

The above discussed that after this task was over, Cen Simiao would be sent back, without going to other worlds.

But it has not yet been officially decided.

If you really want to do this, the system is particularly wronged. It has worked so hard for so long to appraise job titles and get year-end awards, but it seems to be a waste of time.

The system is depressed: "There is no broken relationship, but you are ready to go back someday."

Suddenly, Cen Simiao heard these words, paused, and stopped walking. Song Boyu, who was next to him, noticed something was wrong, frowned slightly, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter?"

She froze for a while, raised her eyes to look at Song Boyu, and suddenly twitched the corners of her lips with a smile on her face. She turned her head and said, "Probably she's happy and stupid."

Cen Simiao's expression was abnormal just now, and she couldn't see it at all at this moment.

Song Boyu pursed his lips and chuckled, "Are you fooling the ghost again?"

She raised her eyes and held Song Boyu's collar. He leaned over obediently. Cen Simiao rubbed his hair, kissed his face and said softly: "I've been lying to you."

But her eyes showed affection without knowing it.

Song Boyu was taken aback, then his eyes were bent.

In the car not far away, Lin Zhenqi stared at the scene in front of him, her lips whiten, and her eyes were silent.

He moved his body and leaned his head back, his head swelling and painful, chaotic and without any thoughts.

I just feel my heart is about to explode.

I took out cell phone and saw Cen Simiao's number in the call log. called it more than 20 times a day and never received it.

There was sarcasm between his eyebrows, and he moved out again. The phone rang a few times, and Lin Zhenqi waited to hang up automatically, but suddenly heard: "Is there something wrong?"

Quite calm.

He brows and raises his eyes to look ahead. Cen Simiao is standing alone, while Song Boyu is walking into the mall.

She was holding the phone without any emotion on her face, and she seemed to be two people when she was next to Song Boyu just now.

Lin Zhenqi's eyes were dark, staring at her, her voice a little hoarse: "You, how are these days?"

On the phone: "I'm fine, if I'm fine, I will contact you another day, I'm a bit busy."

He sneered, rubbed his nose, and lowered his eyelashes: "I'm not good at all, I think about you every day."

There was a pause, and then he said: "I said last time, we can't go back. You take care."

Lin Zhenqi pursed her lips: "You don't love me anymore?"

He heard the phone say: "I am getting married."

Then the phone hangs up.

Lin Zhenqi saw Song Boyu coming out of the mall, holding a drink in her hand, unscrewing the bottle cap, and handing it to Cen Simiao. She instantly bends her eyebrows and becomes especially charming.

He stared for a long while, until Song Boyu and Cen Simiao left, then looked away, took a cigarette in his mouth, and the smell of smoke filled the car.

A smile appeared on Lin Zhenqi's lips, her eyelashes trembled, and her eye sockets gradually moistened, but her expression became particularly gloomy.

One month later, the sky was still as cold as ever, and no matter how thickly dressed, was shivering with the cold when walking on the street. Cen Simiao is finally no longer busy, her marriage date with Song Boyu has arrived.

There were a lot of guests, and the parents on both sides greeted with smiles.

Lin Zhenqi stayed in the corner, holding the wine glass and filling it all the time. The friend next to me met and lowered his voice: "What are you doing, I know you are not happy, but what if you drink so much?"

Lin Zhenqi was as if he hadn't heard, the spirit between his eyebrows was missing, and more of it was gloomy. My friend is a little anxious: "No matter what, today is the day when people get married, you can't throw the place..."

Before he finished speaking, he was startled by Lin Zhenqi's cold eyes.

The friend sighed and regretted bringing him over.

Suddenly Lin Zhenqi looked towards one place, and several little girls were there, wearing bridesmaid costumes, his eyes were straight.

friend:? ? ?

The room behind the bridesmaid was a dressing room. Cen Simiao was preparing there. Just now, there was something outside and called out the people in the room. She was the only one left.

The makeup had just been done, and she stood up to put on the wedding dress.

There is a full-length mirror in front. Cen Simiao smoothed the veil on the skirt and bent down slightly. The unworn wedding dress came loose, revealing a whiteness.

She pulled the zipper up with great effort, and suddenly heard the door bang, remembering that the door was not locked, and frowned: "Who?"

The door opened and Lin Zhenqi stood there, seeing Cen Simiao's wedding dress, her eyes dimmed, and the jealousy between her brows was particularly obvious.

Cen Simiao frowned and stepped back: "What are you doing here? I didn't invite you."

Lin Zhenqi tightened his jaw and twitched the corners of her lips, her voice hoarse: "I suddenly remembered that I said I wanted to sleep with you at the beginning, but I didn't fall asleep after breaking up."

He pursed his lips: "I always want to make up for regrets."