Chapter 176: Patient Male Doctor X Female (23)

There was a ray of light in the sky, the dimness of the night gradually disappeared, the cold wind blew, the trees in the community were bare, and only the dry branches were left without vitality.
Light was thrown into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the quilt on the bed was soft and warm, tightly wrapped around him.
Song Boyu slumbered stupidly, the whole person was very sleepy, but I didn't know what was going on, and I wasn't in the bottom of my heart, always a little uneasy.
He was half awake, frowning, subconsciously reaching out his arms, and holding the person next to him.
But it fell into the air, the sheets touching the palms were a bit cold.
Song Boyu woke up almost immediately, looking at his side with his eyes wide open, and Cen Simiao was not there.
He frowned, stepped on the ground barefoot, and shouted at the bathroom door without responding.
I glanced at the phone time again, at 6.50.
Song Boyu pursed his lips. Where can he go so early, he usually sleeps in bed.
Suddenly hearing the door bell, he looked up and immediately ran downstairs to open the door. In the eyes, Cen Smiao shrank, she couldn't stand the cold.
Song Boyu dragged her in: "Where did you go, dare to go out if you wear such a little winter, what do you want to do?"
He was very aggressive, and his face was not good-looking. He took Cen Simiao's hand and put it on his lips, and rubbed for a while.
Cen Simiao pounced into his arms and handed him the car key: "I bought it early, I forgot to take it in the car, you go out and get it."
Song Boyu's brow has not been loosened, and she looked at her again: "Don't you usually let me do this?"
Not willing to sleep today, I ran out myself.
Cen Simiao raised her eyes, and the charm that she tossed out last night is still there, and the corners of her eyebrows can faintly see her charming at that time: "I'm afraid you are too tired."
Song Boyu didn't believe it at all, and was about to speak again. Suddenly she hooked her neck and talked softly. The warm breath fell to her ear: "If it's not tired, let's eat and continue."
As soon as the words fell, she slapped her ass.
In fact, Cen Simiao didn't mean anything like that, she just wanted to test Song Boyu's response. See what happens when she disappears.
After all, he is now regaining his memory and understands everything. If not so sad, Cen Simiao can leave it with ease. She wanted to make it clear to Song Boyu that she would never see her again.
But the system immediately said: "Don't use any method to ventilate with the male lead, this is prohibited by the above order, they are going to be mad!"
"... Indeed, it doesn't matter to me."
The system paused: "If you lose your nerves, you won't give you benefits, and add a lot of worlds, what do you do?"
Cen Simiao was convinced.
Song Boyu's response was quite sensible, probably because he knew everything, so it was not so intense. He looked at Cen Simiao, gently stroking his skin with his hands, and slowly slid onto his legs with a smile on his lips.
Kiss your head side by side and bit your teeth lightly. After causing a numbness, Cen Simiao could not help but dodged, but he was restrained and unable to move.
Instead let his legs cross his waist.
Song Boyu's kiss slowly moved upwards. The warm breath fell on Bainen's skin. Cen Simiao's breathing became rapid, her body arched, her hair was weak, her legs were weak, she could only follow his movements in the air. Trembled.
She gradually became weeping and became more and more hooked. Song Boyu asked her to sit up and lean on his shoulders, and the two were closer.
He kissed Cen Simiao's red lips.
Suddenly, her eyes were hazy, she leaned against him weakly and said softly, "You take a break first."
Song Boyu pursed his lips: "Tell me, where have you been?"
Cen Simiao softened her voice: "Buy early."
Immediately after the words fell, she couldn't help but make a sound when she was stimulated, and raised her neck, her eyes flushed.
He asked again, "Where have you been?"
Cen Simiao choked: "I've been missing for a while, you just toss me like this. Are you afraid I'll go?"
Song Boyu fixedly looked at her, then bent her eyes, and said in her ear, "Don't be afraid, you will always see it."
After realizing that Cen Simmiao was absent just now, he was indeed a little flustered, and even couldn't help being irritable, so he forced to suppress it with reason.
When the two are close, there will be anxiety in his heart, so he will be so crazy every time.
Cen Simiao frowned and looked at him with a look of cyanosis, then grabbed his arm, and painted his hand with red nail polish, and gave him a stun.
Song Boyu couldn't help taking a breath and said, "Crazy you."
She looked up and bent her lips: "Don't dream, just wake up."
Song Boyu did not understand her meaning.
The next time, Cen Simiao felt that she was coming every minute.
I thought I had been staying at home with Song Boyu for the past two days, but Lin Zhenqi ’s parents suddenly came knocking on the door, with a sad expression, saying that Lin Zhenqi was living in the hospital. Take a look.
Cen Simao did not agree.
Song Boyu did not agree.
But when Song Boyu went out to buy early in the morning, Cen Simiao opened the door and followed Lin Zhenqi's parents who were wiping tears in the car to the hospital.
Cen Simiao is not deliberately tossing. Anyway, I don't have to finish the task anymore, and some things are still clear.
The hospital ward door was opened, Cen Simiao walked in gently, then closed the door.
She stood still, Lin Zhenqi covered the quilt and covered her head. He heard the movement, his voice was particularly irritable: "Get out, who let you in."
Cen Simiao took a few steps forward, and the sound of his high heels was getting closer and closer to him. Lin Zhenqi lifted the quilt and was angry.
He froze, opened his eyes wide for a moment, and squeezed his lips tightly, his heart trembling.
Cen Simiao dropped his eyes and ran into his eyes. Softly said, "How is it?"
Lin Zhenqi tightened his jaw, retracted his gaze, and stared at the blank wall: "What are you doing?"
She put her purse on the table, her eyes narrowed, and she said, "Let's explain something."
Lin Zhenqi glanced at her, and then turned her head elsewhere: "I don't want to listen."
Cen Simiao said: "I don't love you, I have never loved you."
Lin Zhenqi took a breath and grinned, "Is it?"
She nodded and said, "You and your manager signed the contract successfully, but also because of yourself, it has nothing to do with me."
Lin Zhenqi leaned his head.
Cen Simiao continued to say quietly: "I never love you, there are reasons for doing this ..."
He turned his head sharply, his expression a little sloppy: "Why?"
Cen Simiao refused to say.
No one would believe her irrational remarks. But she looked serious, Lin Zhenqi had never seen her so sincere.
He clenched the quilt, trembling slightly, panting heavily, and his head didn't listen to the call, always looking at her, his eyes reflected Cen Simiao.
Thin lips moved: "Go."
Cen Simiao didn't say anything, Lin Zhenqi watched her take the purse on the table and turned away.
The door closed.
After a short while, Lin Zhenqi suddenly responded, pushed the quilt away, his legs were a little soft, and he walked out of the room with a crotch, shouting Cen Simiao.
Like a headless fly, he ran through the corridor and still didn't see Cen Simiao.
Lin Zhenqi's blood was cold, his breathing was no longer heavy, and his eyes were cyanotic. Cen Simao's cold look appeared all the time.
And how can't wait to leave him.
Lin Zhenqi fell down on the stairs, suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, and made a sneer, especially the taunt between his eyebrows. He gradually reddened his eyes, bowed his head, and smiled at the corners of his lips.
She said the words: "I don't love you, I have never loved you."
When Cen Simiao returned home, Song Boyu did not return early to buy. She changed her clothes, carefully placed her shoes, and lay back on the bed.
After all this, she was relieved.
Song Boyu went to buy an earlier place. The queue was very long. He came back with a load of things and asked Cen Simiao to eat quickly.
Cen Simiao smiled with a bent eye and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
Time passed little by little, leaving only three hours left. Dark outside, Cen Simiao glanced through the gap in the curtains.
My head hurts.
The system snorted: "Why don't I discuss it with me, and the benefits will be cancelled?"
It's just bullshit, it doesn't have this right at all.
Cen Simiao was very clear, but still said, "Do you think I'm crazy?"
After so much, I can finally go back, how can I give up.
She let Song Boyu go back to the room to sleep early, leaning against his chest, and suddenly she lost her energy, relaxed and breathed smoothly.
Song Boyu seemed to be stroking her back indifferently.
Cen Simiao looked up: "I left before, how did you live?"
He paused before saying, "I can't remember."
Cen Simiao frowned, not really wanting to care about him. Song Boyu held her lightly and coaxed. With a smile on his lips, "What are you doing, why don't you cry?"
She said, "I'm afraid you're crying."
Song Boyu laughed and didn't speak again.
At nearly two o'clock, the system reminded Cen Simiao to be ready, and she was trembling in Song Boyu's arms.
Song Boyu was still asleep, and she rose lightly, her warm skin exposed to the air. In his sleep, he felt that the person beside him was leaving, and frowned, and opened his eyes as he saw.
Cen Simiao bent over and kissed his side.
Song Boyu became calm.
The bedroom door opened and closed, and Cen Simiao moved lightly and quickly, and couldn't let him open his eyes in the morning and saw her breathless.
Find somewhere to die.
The system had begun to count down, Cen Simiao hurried down the stairs, and she barefooted, and the sound of walking became louder.
He turned his head to look at the bedroom door, and suddenly heard the system said: "The welfare package has been opened, and now it is back to the real world. Please prepare the host."
Cen Simiao couldn't move. She was still standing in the middle of the stairs, dizzy, her eyes blurred, her body soft.
She was almost out of breath.
Song Boyu in the bedroom suddenly awakened, hopping on his forehead, and quickly looked to the side, Cen Simiao was absent.
It was not dawn, and his hands were cold, as if aware of something, he quickly got up and ran outside.
As soon as the door was opened, Cen Simao fell down weakly, and Song Boyu suffocated, and ran like crazy.
When approaching her, Cen Simiao had already fallen off the stairs.