Chapter 19: Friend's Wife Can't Play (3)
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The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual
- 糖尾帅
- 1082 characters
- 2021-03-03 12:55:58
Feng Xinyang rushed out, and ran back in frustration again. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the repaired Gundam on the table, and Ning Feng, who was sitting next to him. He didn't speak as soon as his eyes lighted up. Qing's voice: "Mr. Feng..."
He was agitated and turned his head quickly. The young doctor stood behind him, with a tangled face on his face.
His character was too soft, he struggled with it all afternoon and decided to go to the ward to go back to Gundam. Even if it was broken, He Qing wanted to treasure it well.
Feng Xinyang took only a second to think, and then decisively said: "Fixed, fixed! Dr. He, come and see, I put it on the table!"
He said as he entered the room with a white coat doctor full of surprises, he made a wink at Ning Feng. The man with Gundam in his hands was not interested in thinking about this with him, put down things and stood by the bed, watching the youth Almost blissfully picked up Gundam, as if holding a baby.
He Qing was really pleasantly surprised. The lost Gundam was carefully held in his arms and moved to look at the proud Feng Xinyang: "Mr. Feng, thank you so much!"
His eyes were thankful from the heart. Feng Xinyang was seen by him, and the whole person was about to float. He leaned up and comforted the young doctor. Ning Feng stood aside and looked coldly. Sure enough, he was confused. The doctor's eyes were bright, listening to Feng Xinyang talking nonsense, completely without the previous resistance.
Gee, watching Feng Xinyang's new goals be coaxed by him a little bit, Ning Feng somehow feels uncomfortable, he blames these discomforts on the two people in his ward for romance.
"Speak out, don't disturb me for reading." Ning Feng issued a guest order very coldly.
He Qingluo, who was quietly listening to Feng Xinyang's bragging, was somewhat helplessly holding Gundam and stood up: "Sorry Mr. Ning, I will go out here."
Twenty or so, it still looks similar to a child with no confidence, but it is precisely because of his cowardice that Feng Xinyang is better.
He took the young man's shoulders very naturally. "A Qing, don't mind. Ning Feng is like him. He doesn't like to contact people. Let's go. Let's go out and continue."
He Qing was a little shy about this intimate title, but holding the Gundam just repaired, he just slightly embarrassedly pursed the corner of his mouth and followed Feng Xinyang out of the ward with a red face.
In the ward, Ning Feng calmly picked up the book and continued to read, but he couldn't even see it. He put the book down anxiously, picked up the notebook next to it and began to beat it.
Feng Xinyang came back with a smile on his face almost an hour later, showing off to Ning Feng as soon as he entered the house: "We are both done."
Ning Feng's hand fluttered on the keyboard, and he raised his eyes slightly to look at the person with smug expression: "Just because of that Gundam?"
"Just because of that Gundam!" Knowing Ning Feng's temperament, Feng Xinyang thanked: "I went out to ask today, like this kind of long time has long been out of print, even if I bought it, like a little doctor holding it every day I’m sure I’ll find the difference. I’m worried, brother, you’ll solve it for me, it’s fun!
He just got He Qing in his hand, and when he was proud, a bald uttered all said: "That Gundam was bought by his father by a little doctor, and it took him two months to put it together and plan to give him a birthday gift. As a result, my birthday passed away before my birthday. You said, it doesn’t matter!"
Ning Feng sneered, "How long do you plan to play this time."
Feng Xinyang tweeted, "I am still very interested in the little doctor, but I don't know if Liangzi is very interested in them."
Thinking of Feng Xinyang's so-called fun-making, Ning Feng frowned slightly, but said nothing.
As a boring rich second-generation group, after playing all kinds of exciting games with three young guys headed by Feng Xinyang, Xin Chong is a game for fun, no matter who they hook up with, they are brought to the circle as lover Then, the other two began to hook up the'lucky man' secretly, and finally see what kind of choice the'lucky man' has. As for Ning Feng, he has cleanliness and does not blend in.
"Lucky" was washing his hands slowly at this moment. Even in the unmanned office, he insisted on his own settings. After careful and slow cleaning, he looked at the gentle man in the mirror and slightly smiled.
From mechanical sound: [Remind the host, the other two people in this guide have a good opinion of 0, please complete the task as soon as possible. 】
[In no hurry, there is no time limit in this world. He Qing said slowly, looking down at his beautiful hands, thinking about it carefully, [I think I’m still a little bit worse. 】
【what? ] The system asked him dutifully.
Lifting his clothes and looking at Bai Nennian's belly, He Qing fell into contemplation: [I still need a few abdominal muscles. How can a twenty-five man have no abdominal muscles! 】
The door opened, and Feng Xinyang pushed the door without knocking, and looked at the doctor in a white lab coat with his white belly.
After a few seconds, the young doctor pretended to pull off his clothes as if nothing had happened, "Mr. Feng, why are you here?"
Feng Xinyang stared at the tip of his red ear and smiled, "How can A Qing still be called Mr. Feng?" The handsome man stepped forward, stopped before the tense and stiff gentle man, bowed his head slightly, the tip of his nose and The distance between the tips of his nose was undetectable. He deliberately lowered his voice and bewitched: "Shouldn't we... be more intimate?"
Teng! Visible to the naked eye, the young man's face instantly turned red. He blushed and took a step back, like he was thinking about something big in his life. He lipped his lips for a long time, and then screamed, "Xinyang..."
【Ding! Feng Xinyang favors: 47. 】
It has been a long time since Feng Xinyang twitched for a title. He looked at the shy young man and smiled, holding his slightly slender waist: "Go, I will show you my friend."