High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 662

That taste.

The assistant wants to say.

I don't want to do it again in my life.

Which material.

The assistant was just about to hang up.

Then I heard an indifferent voice from the other side of the phone, "Accompany my little boyfriend."

After a few words fell.

The phone was cut off.

The assistant was startled.

Then I felt my jaw drop to the ground.

"Fuck!? That monster???!"

His exclamation came from the assistant's office alone.

Some employees passing by looked sideways.
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After hanging up the phone, Yang Moyan put it in his windbreaker pocket.

Just at this time, the boy also changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

White turtleneck sweater and jeans.

With that delicate face.

The description of Wen Runruyu couldn't be more appropriate.

Lin Zhaoxia grinned at Yang Moyan.

The red lips and white teeth, bright eyes and white teeth are really extraordinarily beautiful.

The curvature of the lips is too dazzling.

Attracts the eyes and makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Such a young man.

Yang Moyan, who was watching, really didn't want to take it out.

But as soon as the idea came out, he suppressed it.

He reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, and walked towards the door, "Let's go."

Breakfast was originally rich.

But because I was too worried about the redness on the back of the boy's neck.

Yang Moyan didn't eat anything, and the boy just got a cup of soy milk before being taken out of the door.

The place to go is of course the hospital.

Until sitting in front of the examining doctor.

Lin Zhaoxia bit the straw and drank the soy milk in the cup, while raising her eyes to look at a young master accompanying her, "Didn't you say that you are going to Shengyuan's infirmary?"

"Well...we can go back now if you want."

Yang Moyan lowered his eyes.

The boy immediately immersed himself in the soy milk, "I think this place is more professional, so let's go here."

Seeing the young man shy away in an instant, Yang Moyan pulled his thin lips lightly, and let out a low laugh.

The doctor in charge of the examination has been mobilizing computer data just now.

Now it is finally completed, and the conversation between the two of them is also over.

He put the mouse down and looked at the fair-looking young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, "What's the cause? What's wrong?"

"The back of my neck, it's red."

Lin Zhaoxia pulled off her collar and turned her head.

But because it was a turtleneck sweater, the juvenile's thing didn't let the doctor see anything on the back of her neck.

"Since when?"

the doctor asked again.

"Yesterday...in the afternoon. But at that time it was just itching, and I didn't feel anything. Today I feel very uncomfortable."

The boy gritted his teeth on the straw, trying hard to remember.

The doctor stood up at this time and walked towards the boy, "I need to see the back of your neck."

As he spoke, he put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Lin Zhaoxia bowed her head very cooperatively.

However, there was a problem in the middle.

Yang Moyan, who had been standing by the side without speaking, made a sudden move.

With one blow, the doctor's hand that was just about to lift off the boy's collar was knocked away.

This made the doctor look up in astonishment.

Lin Zhaoxia also blinked and looked up.

I heard Young Master Yang looking at the doctor with very cold eyes, and said in a cool voice, "Which finger touches her, you will lose that finger."

This sentence is a bit too bloody.

As soon as the words came out, the doctor was shocked and took two steps back.

It's also true that this handsome and indifferent man in a windbreaker suddenly exudes an aura that is too captivating.

This made the doctor's heart skip a beat.

(End of this chapter)