Chapter 237 Didi
“Didn’t your classmates end well?” Jiang Cheng asked.
He remembered that Fatty once said that his former deskmate was killed by a drunk driver, and his successor jumped off a building because he was cuckolded two years ago.
I have only heard of Kefu in so many years. This is the first time I have seen someone like Fatty who can kill a classmate.
"Doctor, don't say that," the fat man stretched out an arm from the quilt, scratched his head in embarrassment, then took it back and tucked the corners of the quilt neatly from the inside, "I still have some classmates. We lost contact and we don’t know what the situation is yet.”
Jiang Cheng thought for a while and said seriously: "It's better not to contact you. If you die by then, you can't tell."
Fat Man: "."
After doing a few sets of movements Jiang Cheng stood up, took off the thin shirt he was wearing, rolled it into a ball, and threw it aside.
He belongs to the type that looks thin when dressed, but has flesh when undressed. His streamlined muscles are well-proportioned up and down. Different from the explosive power of European and American strong men, he is more in line with Asian aesthetics.
The fat man’s eyes widened when he saw it, and he felt extremely envious.
Jiang Cheng looked at his figure up and down in front of the mirror that was half a person's height. He squinted his eyes, then turned sideways and patted his strong buttocks, feeling the amplitude of its tremors, and revealed a mysterious smile.
The current scene suddenly reminded Fatty of what the doctor said when they were in the school copy, lying on the bed and the dazzling sunlight shining on his face.
"Fat man," the doctor at that time asked with squinted eyes: "Do you think I look like a lazy angel?"
Swallowing secretly, the fat man felt that the doctor was more or less. There are some problems in his mind, and he seems to be particularly satisfied with certain parts of his body.
A few minutes later, the doctor answered the phone. The fat man seemed very excited when he saw the doctor. He kept nodding his head, and his eyes seemed to light up.
He rarely saw such a doctor. Most of the time, the doctor looked unruly. He was curious about who was on the other end of the phone.
So far, he has only seen one person who can treat the doctor obediently.
The doctor’s boss, the real owner of this psychological consultation room—Lin Waner.
In front of the cheongsam beauty, the doctor had no ability to resist. She took care of him and himself, and took away his remaining few hundred yuan.
Is it really her?
While the fat man was brainstorming, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone. Then, under the former's gaze, Jiang Cheng jumped to the desk, took out a key, and then opened the bottom grid.
Take out a tightly wrapped package from inside, and then open it in front of the fat man. Inside, the fat man's eyes suddenly widened.
It is a uniform-style dress.
Pure white, very new, somewhat similar to the white doctor uniforms that doctors usually wear, but it is obviously superior in terms of material feel.
The upper body is relatively wide, with a waist-cinching design in the middle, but strangely, there are only two buttons along the skirt.
The edges of the buttons are inlaid with silver, echoing the narrow edges of the dazzling golden tassels on the shoulders. I believe it will also perform well on the dance floor or in the dim light of the private room.
While buttoning the only two buttons, the doctor told the dumb fat man, "I want to go out," he said cheerfully, "You stay and look after the house. I might be back later."
"Didi!"
"Didi!"
The sound of a car horn came from the window.
For some unknown reason, Fatty actually heard a hint of impatience in the sound of the car horn.
After changing his clothes, Jiang Cheng trotted to the door, then opened the door and rushed out.
The next second, the fat man ejected from the sofa, then rushed to the window, stood on tiptoe and looked out.
There was a sapphire blue sports car parked in front of the door. The streamlined body showed a primitive beauty. He happened to see the doctor holding on to the door, then he made a brisk leap and sat firmly in the passenger seat. position.
The golden tassels on the shoulders are flying up and down, and the movements are very chic.
It was a sports car whose brand the fat man couldn't recognize, and the license plate was blocked by a black baffle.
Besides the doctor and the driver, there are 4 girls in total.
The three of them were crowded in the back row. Yingying Yanyanzhong was chatting very passionately with the doctor who had just got on the bus. One of them was even more bold and wanted to stick his whole body to him.
Then amidst the roar of the engine, the sapphire blue sports car drove away.
The fat man stood blankly in front of the window, his mind kept thinking of what the doctor once said, and the "buzzing" sound echoed in his mind, like ringing a bell.
"I have to do something tonight, a very important thing."
"It has nothing to do with nightmares, it is my own business."
"I am a model."
< br>"I work the night shift in KTV. The top one"
"Do you understand the high-end group? I can't come out without an appointment. It's hard for ordinary customers to see me"
The fat man reacted and said "Fuck!"
It turned out that what the doctor said was true, but no one believed it. They all thought that there was something wrong with the doctor's brain, or that he was just using it. Disguise to divert attention.
The clown turned out to be himself.
That night, Fatty spent the night in extreme anxiety. As the time spent with the doctor increased, he once thought he had seen through the man's tired disguise. Pure heart.
But reality slapped him hard.
This also allowed him to see clearly the gap between himself and the doctor.
They are not people in the same world at all, not even in the same dimension.
At 3:30 in the morning, the doctor dragged his exhausted body back home. When he opened the door and saw the fat man huddled alone on the sofa with his head wrapped in a quilt, he was obviously stunned.
"Why don't you go to bed?" The doctor, who smelled of wine and perfume, asked doubtfully. He looked around and continued: "I shouldn't have nightmares tonight, and they won't be so frequent. "
He seemed to have drank a lot, but he was still conscious.
Because the light was on, the lipstick marks on his cheeks were very dazzling, and there seemed to be some unclear marks under his collarbone.
The button on the clothes is also missing, and the broken threads are still on it.
You can imagine how much fun it was.
He seemed to be in a good mood. He came to the opposite side of the fat man and sat down with a step that he didn't recognize. Then with a flushed face, he reached into his clothes and took out a dozen thick banknotes.
Within ten seconds, he took out some money from various parts of his body and piled it together, a very considerable amount.
As he counted, he let out an indescribable laugh, his eyes narrowed to a slit, "Huh--, luckily the foreman didn't check strictly today." He collected all the money after counting and said very happily. (End of this chapter)