Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

Xiao Ziqing seemed to be talking to herself, she had no intention of talking to Sang Haoyang at all, and walked aside, pretending to be very busy.

She was sure that someone would be impatient, and she, a bystander, would not be in a hurry.

Looking at Sang Haoyang secretly from the corner of her eye, Xiao Ziqing counted silently in her heart: one, two, three...

Before she counted to 10, Sang Haoyang couldn't help it: "Where is she now? I happen to be free, maybe I can stop by to see her."

Mrs. Feng turned her head suddenly, with an expression of "I knew it would be like this", and winked at Sang Haoyang ambiguously, and said jokingly, "Oh? You 'just' free? What a coincidence."

Being seen through his mind at a glance, the young master was very embarrassed, he clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, coughed lightly: "Don't look at me like that, I just think that you are here because of me, I am also I have to show my friendship as a landlord. I brought out the man, and I have to explain to Team Lin."

Xiao Ziqing shrugged, "You can say whatever you want, I really don't have time to see Xiaoya, so she'll leave it to you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and continued to work, pretending not to see Sang Haoyang's embarrassing expression.

Men are all creatures who want to save face and suffer!Is it that hard to admit that you like a woman?It's not something to be ashamed of, so why hide it?
In case Wen Ya happened to be pursued by another man, and her sweetheart was chased away, let's see if the young master is going to regret it all.

After Sang Haoyang got Wen Ya's current address, he quickly grabbed the car keys and rushed out.

His mind was full of what Xiao Ziqing said just now, is that little wild cat seriously ill?Fever can be big or small, what if the brain burns out?You won't pass out, will you? ?

Thinking of the consequences of being ill, Sang Haoyang became even more anxious. He stepped on the gas pedal even harder, wishing to drive the car out of the speed of the plane.

Wen Ya was sitting on the bed with a lot of snacks in her arms, watching a Chinese movie with the pay channel on the TV, feeling extremely leisurely.

Anyway, Feng Yiran and his wife said that they haven't finished their business this time, so she can relax and continue to live here.As for the cost, it should be deducted from the "working expenses". Anyway, the young master is not short of money.

The car ran through several red lights at high speed, Sang Haoyang slammed on the brakes and stopped outside the hotel gate. As soon as the parking attendant greeted him, he rushed in.

Going straight to the room number given by Xiao Ziqing, and ringing the doorbell like something, people can't help but worry whether the circuit will be broken under his abuse...

Before, she called the front desk to ask the front desk to bring some fruit up. When the doorbell rang, Wen Ya opened the door without even looking at the cat's eyes.

Seeing the man standing outside like a door god, she was startled for a moment, then her face sank, and she wanted to close the door in front of Sang Haoyang.

Just as the door was about to close, Sang Haoyang quickly stretched out his arm to block it, and then let out a cry of pain: "Oh, oh, you pinched my hand off! This is Chi Guoguo's murder!"

The cry was very real, and the expression on his face was distorted, as if he was about to cry at any time due to the pain.

Wen Ya let go of her hand subconsciously, and asked nah na: "You, don't exaggerate! I didn't even try hard..."

As soon as he was in a trance, the man seized the opportunity to rush in, and by the way he held Wen Ya in his arms, pressing his cheek against her forehead.

"You have a fever??" The temperature doesn't look like a fever.

Looking over Wen Ya's shoulders, Sang Haoyang quickly saw the messy situation on the bed - all kinds of snacks scattered in colorful packages, a bag of potato chips that had been opened poured out, and there were melon seeds on the bed sheet...

With such a messy appearance and such a strong combat effectiveness, why doesn't it seem like something a patient would do? Fever and such a good appetite? ?
Wen Ya looked at Sang Haoyang in bewilderment, fever?What's the meaning?What is the meaning of this bastard running to say these inexplicable words?
After reacting, Wen Ya scolded sullenly: "Who are you talking about having a fever?? Ah? Even if you don't want to see me, you can't curse me to be sick! You only have a fever, and your whole family has a fever!!!"

hateful!

It was not easy for her to calm down a little, and she didn't have to worry about this bastard's mess anymore. Now that the bastard is coming to her door, why is she still looking for her? ?

cheap!
Sang Haoyang asked suspiciously: "Didn't Xiao Ziqing say you were sick..." Suddenly, something flashed through his mind, and he understood.

He actually followed Mrs. Feng's advice!No wonder he always felt that something was wrong, it turned out to be Xiao Ziqing's attitude!

With Xiao Ziqing's kind and enthusiastic personality, knowing that Wen Ya was sick, how could she remain indifferent?What's more, Wen Ya is alone in a foreign country, so Xiao Ziqing will not leave her alone.

Alas, it's chaotic to be concerned about oneself. If Sang Haoyang had calmed down at that time, he would have noticed something different.

From his reaction, Wen Ya also guessed a little bit, she asked in disbelief: "You...you came here because you heard that I was sick?"

"Well," Sang Haoyang deliberately put on a sullen face, "This is my territory anyway, and I should greet guests."

These words were clearly trying to separate the relationship, Wen Ya felt uncomfortable when she heard it, and felt like she was stabbed by something in her heart.

She said angrily: "Then I've seen it now, and I've confirmed that I'm fine, please go! This small place is far from meeting the specifications for the young master."

Isn't it that there are dozens of people as attendants everywhere, and the ostentation is bigger than anyone else?Isn't he a real rich second generation?Aren't there many women around him? ?
Being bored in the hotel these two days, Wen Ya searched a lot of information about Sang Haoyang online.

In addition to not being able to find out that he is the heir of the Keynes family, there are a lot of other gossip - of course, part of it is that Sang Haoyang needed to disguise when he was an undercover agent.

But Wen Ya stubbornly believes that that is Sang Haoyang's nature, he is a playboy, and he is best at playing with women.

He couldn't agree on a few words and began to lose his temper again. Sang Haoyang was also very angry. This little wild cat belongs to the hedgehog, right? ?He likes to erect the sharp thorns all over his body at every turn, and he will not stop until the people around him are dripping with blood.

It is precisely because of this temperament that she often has the ability to make her angry, and Sang Haoyang has no shortage of her ways.

Sang Haoyang was so angry that he vomited blood and injured himself again, he turned around and left.

He must be mentally ill, so he couldn't help running to see this woman, but he took it upon himself to humiliate her!He is clearly enjoying himself, he doesn't care how he feels, let alone his concern!
Then why should he pretend to be affectionate and put a hot face on the cold bench?Wouldn't it be good to continue to be his handsome young master?

Seeing Sang Haoyang's figure getting farther and farther away, Wen Ya felt even more wronged.

Wasn't he still in a hurry just now?Wen Ya was touched for a moment when she saw beads of sweat on his forehead and he was anxious to care about his "illness" as soon as he entered the door.

She thought that if the bastard was willing to put down his airs and offer something to her, then maybe she would give him a chance.

But this kind of enthusiasm lasted less than 2 minutes, and Sang Haoyang lost his patience. Could it be possible to coax her a few words and treat her better? ?
Look at Feng Yiran, who has always been 12 considerate and gentle to Xiao Ziqing. Even when Xiao Ziqing lost his temper, Feng Yiran patiently coaxed him and tried everything he could.

Sure enough, there are still differences between people. Good men like Young Master Feng are already extinct.

Wen Ya laughed at herself, she shouldn't compare Sang Haoyang with Feng Yiran, let alone judge Sang Haoyang with Feng Yiran's high standard, and she shouldn't have any naive feelings towards Sang Haoyang. hope.

When the door was closed, the tears that Wen Ya had held back for a long time finally slipped down.

Bastard! ! !
I originally wanted to give you a chance, but since you don't care about me, then I don't have to surrender my sincerity, fuck off your sister!
But within half a minute, the doorbell rang again.

It was only then that Wen Ya remembered that room service should be delivered, so she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and went to open the door with vigor.

Outside the door, there was still the same door god, this time Wen Ya was not allowed to speak at all, Sang Haoyang hugged her forcefully, lowered his hair and kissed her frantically.

The attack was very violent, so violent that Wen Ya didn't even have a chance to react, her mind went blank and she let the man snatch the breath from her mouth.

Sang Haoyang hugged Wen Ya vigorously, kissed and pushed her towards the big bed, not forgetting to kick the door shut with his foot.

"Hmm... let go..." Wen Ya took advantage of the time to take a breath, pushing the man's chest with all her strength, trying to break free from his embrace.

But her strength is too weak, she is not a match for Sang Haoyang at all, not to mention Sang Haoyang is going all out to force her to submit?

The two quickly fell on the bed in an entanglement, and Sang Haoyang asked Wenya almost eagerly and rudely.

He was like a trapped animal, venting his emotions in such a way, as if he was afraid that she would leave him, eager to leave his mark on her body.

At the moment when he climbed to the peak of lust, Sang Haoyang growled uncontrollably: "Don't fight against me again! I want you to be my woman, don't you understand?? Just follow my meaning is it hard?"

The blurted words stunned both of them.

Wen Ya even forgot that she was "forced" by someone just now to start this passionate sport.

She stared blankly at the face close at hand, "You, what did you just say?"

"I said, I want you to be my woman." Sang Haoyang repeated it very seriously, leaning his arms on Wen Ya's side, and gently pinched Wen Ya's earlobe with his fingers.

"I want you, Wen Ya. I won't allow you to run away again. No matter who I am, you will always be my woman. If you dare to run away again, I don't mind tying you into the church directly!"