Chapter 175: Patient Male Doctor X Female (22)

It's almost time for the wedding.
In a room, Song Boyu just sorted it out, and the person next to him took out his gown and let him put it on. The jacket was ironed without any pleats, and the shirt buttoned to the first at the neck.
His expression was much milder than usual, and he was no longer indifferent to people's emotions. At first glance, he felt particularly happy.
Song Boyu held his mobile phone, lowered his eyelashes, found Cen Simiao's number, rubbed his fingertips, and unconsciously brought a smile on his lips.
Dial out.
After ringing twice, Song Boyu's excitement slowly eased, and a few more rings, Cen Simiao still did not answer.
He frowned, his expression agitated. The people next to me saw it, a little embarrassed. I was fine just now, and how I turned my face now.
Until the end, the call was not answered. Song Boyu pursed his lips tightly, and beat them again, still the sound of gurgling.
He squeezed his eyebrows and squeezed the sullenness in his heart. As soon as he encounters Cen Simao, his mind will be confused.
Even though Song Boyu has recovered his memory now, everything is clear, but Cen Simiao's every move can still stir his nerves.
The call wasn't answered, but the wedding was about to begin. Someone nearby saw that Song Boyu was calling Cen Simiao and suddenly understood what was going on.
Quickly advised: "She's not busy, she must be busy. Let's go out first, and I will definitely see her outside."
Song Boyu pursed his lips, and his face was still not very good-looking.
Suddenly the door opened from the outside and hurriedly came in a person, burning his eyebrows: "Did you see the bride? There is no one in the dressing room."
Song Bo Yu looked up eagerly, his eyes tightened.
The windows of the dressing room were open, cold winds burst, and the heating from the air conditioner was blown away. Even when wearing thick cotton clothes, it still chills straight.
Next to the closet in the corner, there are many crossbars, exquisite clothes, and styles have long skirts. Even if it is on it, it is almost mopping.
Simiao was forcibly dragged into a row of clothes by Lin Zhenqi to hide, facing the window. The wedding dress on the body is particularly thin, the skin is faint, and the white snow in front of the collarbone is exposed to the air.
She couldn't help but trembled and got very cold. Lin Zhenqi saw her look and hugged her even tighter. Cen Simiao began to struggle, especially fiercely. She was caught by Lin Zhenqi with her hands and feet, stuffed in her mouth, and unable to speak.
Someone came in just now, but she didn't find she was hiding here, and Cen Simiao couldn't say anything. Lin Zhenqi stared at her, her eyes dark and rubbing her chin with her fingertips.
He raised the corner of his mouth, and looked a little frivolous, lowering his voice: "Afraid of it, no one will find it, and you will be your bride later, I promise not to disturb you."
Cen Simiao showed anger between her eyebrows, and her eyes were cold, she could not see the affectionate way she had treated Lin Zhenqi before.
He froze, rubbing his hand against Cen Simiao's jaw, and the anger in his chest rose: "You look at me like this, what am I wrong?"
Cen Simiao looked away, but she didn't want to see him again.
Lin Zhenqi was more and more excited. In addition to his anger, there was also grievance and unwillingness. His eyes were red, his emotions were calmed, his fingertips passed Cen Simiao's neck, and he slowly moved down.
She hurriedly hid.
Lin Zhenqi's hand fell into the air, pursing her lips, looking at Cen Simiao, holding her waist, breathing fell to her ear: "It's useless to hide."
The dressing room was already in a mess, so I didn't dare to disturb the guests. Only a few people could go to Cen Simiao. But the wedding time has passed, and the bride and groom have not yet appeared, which will inevitably make people talk.
Song Boyu's face turned black, clutching his cell phone, dialing out without interruption, but Cen Simiao never kept answering.
He searched for a while, suddenly stopped, hurriedly ran to the dressing room, heard the inside as soon as he came, a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Song Boyu frowned.
Pushing the door open, the lipstick for makeup also unscrewed the lid, unscrewed it out, and just threw it on the table. Even the lotion is left open.
The ground was messy, and all the hanging clothes had fallen and piled up in thick lumps.
Song Boyu's leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a dull sound. His eyes were dark and sharp, like a knife.
Cen Simiao was buried under the clothes, her hair was loose and the light was dark. Lin Zhenqi was next to her, next to her, not to let her move, but also with her earlobe.
Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and scolded the system several times. Don't show up when you should, you have to go to the headquarters for a meeting.
This can't be done well, but it will be dead.
Lin Zhenqi got closer and kept staring at her, his eyes were dark, as if to see through Cen Simiao. He squeezed his lips tightly, with a mockery in his eyebrows, and opened his mouth silently, "I am afraid you can marry you."
Cen Simiao didn't hear it.
The sound of leather shoes was getting closer and closer, and when she was about to approach her, her heart was beating fast, and her eyes were full of wonder. Lin Zhenqi's face was ugly, and his chest became more and more stuffy.
Suddenly the footsteps stopped, walked towards the door, and closed the door.
The sound of leather shoes disappeared.
Cen Simiao frowned, before she could react, Lin Zhenqi bent her legs, and she struggled.
Lin Zhenqi was not in a hurry, his voice was sticky and lingering: "You are really ruthless. You said you love me a while ago. You can do anything for me. Why not now?"
Cen Simao pushed him hard, Lin Zhenqi started to pull her clothes, and just about to move her feet, suddenly the dim light turned bright, and their clothes were lifted away.
She raised her eyes and saw Song Boyu standing beside her, her eyes full of suffocation, and her brows were very gloomy. Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her eyes became moist, tears running across her cheeks.
Lin Zhenqi didn't turn her head, chuckled, her expression relaxed, her fingertips rubbing her earlobe, and said softly, "You just don't want to be with me?"
As soon as the words fell, he was dragged up, and Song Boyu's angry look came into his eyes. Lin Zhenqi's brow moved, and the anger in her heart was all hooked out: "Damn, you pry at the corner of my wall, why are you angry?"
Song Boyu's eyes were cold and she looked at Cen Simao lying on the floor. Her clothes were still neatly dressed, but her skirt was wrinkled, her hair was messy, and she was stuck on her white neck.
He clenched his lips.
Lin Zhenqi was still screaming, especially angry, and even curled up his sleeves in preparation for a fight.
Suddenly Song Poyu looked at him, his eyes were cold, and he picked up the glass bottle on the table and smashed his head.
Lin Zhenqi felt dizzy, his forehead was torn by broken glass and bleeding. He held the table. Just after a while, the glass bottle fell again.
Song Boyu was expressionless, showing no mercy. Cen Simiao frowned, frowned, and shouted at him.
Song Boyu had a meal and turned his head to look at it.
She raised her eyes, her expression was especially gentle, and said softly, "Come here, I'm here."
Song Boyu's jaw tightened.
The wedding was very unsuccessful and almost anything bad happened. Lin Zhenqi's head injury was not minor, but fortunately, there was no danger to his life.
The Song family's parents were full of affection, hesitated to visit the hospital, but the thoughts of Lin Zhenqi's tossing at the wedding were hateful.
Fortunately, Cen Simiao is okay, and she is especially affectionate with Song Boyu. The two of them moved to a new house, and they had been discussing to go out and play, but they couldn't go out.
So many days, except Song Boyu went out to buy a dish, stayed at home. From the bedroom to the living room, to other places.
Song Boyu changed like a person, with a lot of tricks, and every time Cen Simiao made it out of breath. At first she thought it was stimulated by Lin Zhenqi, but then asked: "Did you watch the small video secretly?"
Song Boyu froze for a moment, then looked at her, and the smile on her lips was meaningful: "Why do you watch a small video and you won't let me sting?"
Cen Simiao was a little stunned.
When will it stop you? ? ?
Song Boyu seemed to see what she was thinking, and she touched her creamy skin: "When she first met."
Cen Simiao frowned. "You don't stigmatize a doctor."
He laughed wryly, his eyes bent, and leaned over his head, "When did Sister Cen become a doctor?"
Cen Simiao froze.
The face called Sister Cen suddenly appeared in her mind. Cen Simiao shivered, her throat was tight, and her hands were a little cold.
Song Boyu noticed that she held her hand, rubbed it gently, raised her eyes to look at her, and drew the corners of her mouth: "That's how I called you when I first met."
He got to Cen Simiao's ear, bit her earlobe, and was vague: "Sister Cen."
The paper in the window was broken, and Cen Simiao was always wondering what the answer was. She knows that the goal of many worlds is one person, but never thought he would restore memory.
Cen Simiao didn't expect that he would like her when he remembered everything.
Song Boyu held her hand, her eyes were serious, her eyes were full of affection. Cen Simao's heart suddenly softened, hugging him tightly, and buried her face in her chest.
The two were newly married and knew each other again. Positive tenderness and affection, the system suddenly appeared, holding a small book, all of the important things mentioned at the meeting.
It woke Cen Simiao in the middle of the night: "I have something to tell you."
Cen Simiao was too sleepy: "I ca n’t say anything during the day, but I have to say it in the middle of the night."
The system was unwilling: "What do you do during the day, do you not count yourself? I have a forced shielding system, once I open it, how can I communicate with you."
Cen Simiao was drowsy.
The system is no longer hesitant, and turned to the piece of paper about the host: "It looks like Chinese New Year is coming. We are in the attitude of caring for the host and giving benefits to everyone, so there is good news to announce."
Cen Simiao yawned and stunned her head in Song Boyu's arms.
The system went on to say: "We have decided to end your task early, and even if it is not completed, you can go home."
Ceng Simiao was suddenly drowsy, eyes widened.
Hearing the system said: "Remember to be ready the next day and you will die at 22:00."