Chapter 116 Dr. Song

In the second half of the journey, Shuang Xu was communicating with his colleagues. He didn't pay any attention to He Tingzhou, nor did he see when Mu Yanshu left.

After the cocktail party, she came out of the venue and was about to send Xiao Liao home. The driver of another car parked next to her opened the door attentively and said, "Ms. Liao, Mr. Song has arranged a special car to take you home."

Frost sequence:?

When did she arrange it?

Xiao Liao was madly complaining to Shu Yang about the gossip that President He was actually impotent. Believe it or not, I finally knew which window God had closed on him.

Hearing that, he got on the bus without any precautions and told the driver his home address. He waved to Shuang Xu from the window and said, "Bye, boss~"

Shuang Xu waved his hand and got in the car. The driver started the car, drove out of the parking lot, and stopped on the roadside at the next intersection to wait.

A few minutes later, the car door opened from the outside and she looked out the window without looking back.

There is a row of crape myrtle trees planted on the roadside. They are in bloom at this time of year. When someone sits down, the cool and cold air brings in a faint, almost imperceptible floral fragrance.

The car restarted, and the partition glass turned on the mist mode, and the back seat became a private space. Shuang Xu turned her head, and He Tingzhou unbuckled her seat belt, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.

Her legs were entangled by her skirt, and when she crossed over, they hit the armrest with a slight thud.

I don't know if the soundproofing effect of the partition is good enough. Shuang Xu lowered his voice and said with a hint of annoyance: "What are you doing?"

He Tingzhou held the person and put him on his lap: "Heal the disease."

Shuang Xu wisely didn't respond, but He Tingzhou didn't let her go. He pulled her fingers over and placed them on his wrist: "Doctor Song, please feel my pulse and see if I can get better today."

If it can't get better, then she will just wait today.

Shuang Xu pulled his hand away and wisely chose to protect himself: "Your bones are very fine and have healed themselves."

"Really? Why don't I feel anything?" He Tingzhou said, "Check again."

“…”

Shuang Xu didn't want to play this kind of game with him in the car. Just as she was about to lift her butt, He Tingzhou held her down, holding her waist with one hand and her calf with the other hand, with his palm resting on her leg, carrying his warm body temperature.

"Get it treated." He was extremely overbearing. "Once it's cured, I'll let you get up."

Shuang Xu looked at him quietly for a while, then turned away, saying with a cold expression, "You can do whatever you want, hug me if you want."

He Tingzhou smiled and kissed her earlobe, then kissed her shoulder, then looked down at her legs: "Where did you bump into just now?"

Shuang Xu didn't want to pay attention to him. It didn't hurt much anyway, so he didn't say anything.

He Tingzhou covered her knees with his large palms and rubbed them for her: "What are you so angry about?"

He said it himself. He said it when he was unhappy, so Shuang Xu was silent for a few seconds and asked him: "Do you give this color skirt to every woman?"

She had no right to demand that the dress He Tingzhou gave her must be unique, but she would feel uncomfortable with it.

He likes this color. Mu Yanshu knows him so well. Has she also received the same skirt?

This can't be the uniform of his former female companions, right? Everyone has to get a set of work clothes before going to work...

"Just you." He Tingzhou said.

Frost Sequence's rich and divergent thinking activities came to an abrupt halt.

This answer was direct and frank, without He Tingzhou's signature sarcasm. Shuang Xu turned around and bumped into his deep pupils.

There was a faint smile in those cold eyes, the light and shadow cut them into two halves of light and dark, and the bright starlight was particularly charming.

This is He Tingzhou's favorite color. He only gave it to her and she said he liked her wearing this color.

This can easily lead to misunderstanding.

He Tingzhou had caused her to misunderstand like this more than once during this period, but just recently, his attitude towards her was still cold and mean.

Maybe he would be more tender towards the women he had slept with. Men are two different creatures in and out of bed.

But even if it's just to coax people, it doesn't prevent the words from sounding pleasing to the ear.

She was reluctant to become one of those women who were produced on the assembly line.

She hoped that she was special here in He Tingzhou, even though this was fundamentally contradictory to their deal.

She didn't know if all women had this mentality, her emotional experience was too blank, she had no reference, and the only person she had ever liked was Shen Yu. As a brother, Shen Yu's pampering of her was impeccable.

Perhaps it was because she was spoiled by her habits that she became so overbearing and greedy that she even wanted a skirt to be unique.

"I'm just asking." said Shuang Xu.

"Are you satisfied after asking this question?" He Tingzhou asked.

"I'm not unhappy," she said, "I just like this skirt so much that I care a little bit."

He Tingzhou raised the corner of his lips: "Really?"

His drawn-out tone was so meaningful that Shuang Xu said affirmatively, "Of course."

He Tingzhou didn't bother with her about this question: "Can you cure me now? Dr. Song Dangran is a genius doctor."

The Rolls-Royce was driving steadily on the lane that was no longer congested at night. Shuang Xu knelt on both knees beside He Tingzhou's legs, her hands on his shoulders, and his hands holding her waist tightly.

As their lips and tongues were tightly intertwined, the only sound that could be heard in the quiet rear compartment of the car was the sound of their interlocking breathing.

He Tingzhou put his hand up through the skirt, and the shiny, smooth material comforted his hands.

The car stopped at Taiheyuan Villa, the driver was forced out of the car and disappeared without a second's delay.

He Tingzhou put his suit jacket on Shuang Xu. She lowered her head and glanced down. Her eyes touched the bulge in his trousers and immediately looked away.

He Tingzhou raised his eyebrows lazily: "He is indeed a miracle doctor, he can cure diseases with ease."

“…”

Her face turned red, and He Tingzhou happily carried her out of the car, walked up to the steps in front of the door, and instructed her: "Open the door."

Shuang Xu reached out to unlock the door, and He Tingzhou carried her in and put her down. Shuang Xu couldn't even stand firmly before he pushed her onto the solid wooden table in the entrance.

Wansui ran out of the room and circled around the two people who were huddled together on four legs. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he sat on the ground beside them and looked at them with a pair of round black eyes.

Shuang Xu suddenly felt guilty, and found a gap in He Tingzhou's intimate kiss and said, "Go back to the room..."

He Tingzhou lowered his head and glanced at the dog: "Didn't you hear it?"

Wansui stood up and went back to his room obediently.

The suit fell to the floor, with the skirt still hanging on her body.

Shuang Xu held on to the table with both hands, and He Tingzhou held her waist up. The height difference made her feet almost off the ground, and she was only able to hold on on her tiptoes.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and called him with a trembling voice: "Brother Tingzhou, can you go back to your room?"

"You're so polite." He Tingzhou took the opportunity to take advantage of her, "Call me by another name."

"Change what?"

"Call me brother." He Tingzhou said.

She pursed her lips. To her, the word "brother" referred to Shen Yu. This was a habit she had developed over the past decade. It was too strange to use it to address He Tingzhou.

"Are you sure you want me to call you brother at this time?"

He Tingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly and pinched her waist punishingly. Shuangxu frowned and cried out in pain. He let go and gave her a second choice: "Call Tingzhou brother."

It's so corny, I can't even call these two frost sequences a thing.

"Brother Tingzhou, can't you do that?"

Just one word.

"I like even numbers." He Tingzhou said confidently, "Odd numbers are my worst."

A lot of nonsense.

But Shuang Xu knew the current situation and didn't want to argue with him at this time. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then can I call you Tingzhou?"

He Tingzhou stopped moving.

His Adam's apple suddenly moved, and the calm expression on his face disappeared. When he looked down at her, his eyes became darker.

Shuang Xu didn't understand the meaning of his eyes and thought he didn't like it: "If you don't like it, forget it..."

Before she finished her words, He Tingzhou picked up her almost exhausted body, carried her upstairs to the bedroom, and put her on the bed.

He loomed over her, his tall, strong body casting a dark shadow that completely enveloped her.

He held Shuang Xu's jaw and kissed her softly for a while. When he let go, he said, "Scream again."

Her ears felt strangely hot, and she called out again, "Tingzhou."

He Tingzhou grabbed her legs and pulled her closer, holding her legs bent and pushing in. He leaned over and kissed her deeply, his voice low and tight.

"Good boy."