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Xing Ming saw Cui Haofei in the intensive care unit. He had a slender face, thick eyebrows, and delicate facial features. Although his body was thin, his eyes were as bright as thieves. He was almost the same as the high-spirited young genius in the video, which fit his imagination.

Seeing that the injury was not serious, he was reading a book. Seeing Xing Ming coming in, he closed the book and put it on the medical bedside table.He raised his head, tilted his chin slightly, and asked arrogantly: "Handsome guy, which department are you from? Why haven't you seen him before?"

Xing Ming got straight to the point, introduced himself, and just said that he was from Pearl Terrace, Cui Haofei sneered, he pulled the needle out of his arm, and waved the blood-stained needle tip at Xing Ming twice: "Get away, I have AIDS."

It's not that Xing Ming has never seen AIDS patients.In the past, Pearl Connection invited an addict who was infected with AIDS, and he was in the late stage.In his early thirties, he looked old and old, his limbs were festered and pus-feeding, with a smell that made people vomit.He knew that his death was not far away, and his mood was very calm from the beginning to the end. He said, I have been stared at all these years, and now I only hope that someone will give me a hug.

Xing Ming stepped forward and gave him a hug amidst the exclamation of the audience in the studio.

Xing Ming talked about Cui Haofei's injury with Dr. Li, who had a crush on him for many years, and knew that he was carrying hepatitis B virus, not HIV. What's more, he had already seen it at a glance, but he was just a child. , bluffing.

"Coincidentally, I am also sick, with gastroduodenal ulcer, mild hyperopia, and intermittent mania." Xing Ming pulled a plastic chair, sat in front of the hospital bed, and picked up an unpeeled dog on the bedside table. I rubbed my white coat against the apple, and took a bite.

Cui Haofei snorted, put down the needle, and made up his mind not to speak.

No matter what you ask, the other party always has a stinky face of "I will stand still", and the conversation can't progress at all. Xing Ming decided to find another breakthrough, and glanced at the book on the bedside table——"Mathematical Modeling Test Questions Essentials" "Selection and Solution Induction", he smiled slightly: "If you plan to participate in this National Undergraduate Mathematical Contest in Modeling, we can discuss it."

Cui Haofei finally spoke, and cast a sideways glance: "You, a journalist, still understand this?"

Xing Ming said: "I understand a little."

These two words are not self-effacement. He was the main force of the school team in college, and he won an award when he went abroad to compete, but in the end, he used it or lost it. Things he hadn’t touched in two years, he suddenly picked them up again. Inevitably rusty.

Xing Ming talked about specific modeling cases in economics and military issues. Cui Haofei listened carefully, his thick eyebrows gradually stretched, and his face finally looked better: "It seems that you are not too stupid."

Xing Ming almost laughed, this style of "everyone else is stupid, but I'm awesome" is very familiar, this kid is really interesting.

But in the final analysis, the goal is to save the country with curves. If we talk about it in depth, I am afraid that we will have to show our timidity. He stopped and cut to the point at the right time. He not only asked Cui Haofei to accept an interview, but also invited him to appear on "Oriental Vision".

I don't know if it counts as being attracted to "sex", Cui Haofei's attitude actually softened, although he still refused to agree, he was no longer like a hedgehog, speaking frivolously, stabbing whoever he catches.He confessed that his hepatitis B infection had nothing to do with homosexual intercourse, but one day he had a whim while walking on the road and went to a small shop on the street to get his ears pierced.

But no one believed it.

Rumors continued that the infection virus had changed from hepatitis B to HIV, and the route of infection had changed from blood donation to homosexual promiscuity.What is meant by fearful words?It turns out that the same is true for the top institutions of higher learning in the country.

Young people have the vigor of young people. Cui Haofei finished his story lightly, and asked straightforwardly: "After being on your show, can this kind of prejudice and discrimination be eliminated? Change the living conditions of the gay community in our country?"

Xing Ming thought about it carefully, and then replied, no.His style has always been cold-blooded. To put it bluntly, he is seeking truth from facts. During his internship in the hospital, he never gave psychological comfort to the dying with white lies, and he never gave empty promises to the interviewees after he abandoned medicine for literature.

"Then what do you media people need to do? Occupy the latrine and eat empty pay? Staggering, attracting people's attention?" Cui Haofei rolled his eyes, swung the mathematical modeling book at Xing Ming, and issued an order to evict customers without politeness.

Xing Ming didn't bother too much, and casually grabbed the brick-like test book from the opponent's hand, and threw it back on the bedside table. He got up and said, you will be on my show, and I will come back tomorrow.

Xing Ming stepped out of the outpatient hall and was on the way to the underground garage when he was called from behind.

Looking back, a Bentley drove out slowly, and the person who called him just now was Lao Lin.The car stopped in front of Xing Ming with a screeching sound, and Lao Lin poked his head out, beckoning him to get on the car.

Xing Ming bent down slightly, put his face close to the window glass, and said to Yu Zhongye in the back seat: "I'm driving, and the car is parked in the hospital."

Yu Zhongye didn't speak, but Lao Lin in the driver's seat was always considerate: "Give me the car keys, and I'll get them back for you later."

Now that Lao Lin said so, Xing Ming gave up resisting and got into the car obediently.He hasn't seen Yu Zhongye in the past few days, but he has a clear understanding of his situation. The director's secret love, and it's not "the only" but "one of them". Skills, you have to come when you call, and go when you wave.

In the car, Lao Lin sighed in admiration, without any hesitation in his compliments: "Uncle Yu, the punishment anchor is really good-looking! He looks tall and straight in everything he wears, and he looks like anything in everything he wears. I just showed his back, and I knew that the crane was in the flock of chickens. , he didn’t run away.”

When Lao Lin said this, Yu Zhongye turned to look at Xing Ming who was still wearing a white coat.After looking at it for a moment like examining an object, he stretched out his hand to hold his chin, and pulled his face closer to him.

Xing Ming didn't dare to move, and looked back at Yu Zhongye with slightly raised face.Yu Zhongye's eyes are different from usual, and I can't tell where the difference is. If you want to use an analogy, it looks like a few clusters of sparks jumping in the extremely dark and quiet night sky. It took Xing Ming a while to realize that this kind of eyes may be called "Amazing".

After a while, Yu Zhongye nodded slightly: "It's really beautiful."

It's not that Xing Ming has never been praised before, but he felt a little embarrassed by Yu Zhongye's praise, and for some reason, he asked a question: "A person is beautiful, or is the clothes beautiful?"

Yu Zhongye just laughed.His palm slid to the back of Xing Ming's neck, stroking his back.

"Sit up."

Xing Ming obediently sat on Yu Zhongye's body—Mulsanne's interior space is really extraordinary, much more comfortable than sitting in a Mercedes-Benz.

Yu Zhongye unbuttoned Xing Ming's shirt, and pulled back the white coat and shirt together, revealing a pair of fair shoulders and well-proportioned chest muscles.The clothes were not completely taken off, the sleeves of the white coat acted as ropes, and Yu Zhongye tied Xing Ming's hands behind his back.

At this time, Lao Lin said: "Secretary Hong probably misses his grandson, why not let Shaoai come back, he can't stay in the United States forever after graduation."

While playing with Xing Ming's nipples, Yu Zhongye teased and rubbed them with his fingertips, and said, "The domestic environment is not good, this kid has a wild temper, he will definitely cause trouble when he comes back."

The nipples stood upright after being ravaged, like coral beads, bright red and delicate, Xing Ming snorted comfortably, but he was absent-minded, thinking that the old fox might come to visit his father-in-law.During his internship, Hong Wanliang would occasionally go to Puren Hospital for medical treatment. He lived in a special-needs ward that only accommodated high-ranking cadres and foreign guests. He was very low-key when he was admitted to the hospital. Its voice cannot see its person.

However, by coincidence at that time, Xing Ming and Hong Wanliang took a photo together, feeling like an elder in the family, simple, kind, and warm.

Despite the weight of a man on his body, Yu Zhongye still easily raised one leg, pushed his knee between Xing Ming's legs, and squeezed and rubbed his genitals repeatedly.Xing Ming soon got an erection, and a high ground was propped up on the front of his trousers.

The panting gradually became louder, Yu Zhongye pulled him closer unexpectedly, lowered his head and bit his nipple, and then he yelled softly.

Lao Lin just pretended not to hear or see, and continued, "How can Secretary Hong explain? If Shaoai is not allowed to return to China, he will have to fight you for the rest of his life."

"Let's talk about it if the old man lives until that day." Yu Zhongye slid his fingers across Xing Ming's waist, then touched his bulging crotch, and untied his trouser chain.

But Xing Ming was still distracted, thinking that the relationship between the Weng and his son-in-law was as rumored and not very good.

Xu knew what Xing Ming was thinking, Yu Zhongye straightened his jaw, and warned with his eyes: "You shouldn't think about it, don't think about it."

Xing Ming really didn't dare to think about it anymore, Ren Yu Zhongye gnawed his nipples, stroked his muscles, played with his genitals, kneaded his buttocks, and turned from gentle to violent.Xing Ming panted coquettishly when he was comfortable, groaned when he was in pain, and flirted with obsession, completely ignoring Lao Lin—in fact, it was probably on purpose.You embarrass me, feel wronged, and unhappy, so I also go all out to disgust you.

But passing by Book City along the way, Xing Ming suddenly became sober and told Lao Lin to park the car on the side of the road.He struggled to loosen the long sleeves that bound his hands behind his back, quickly put on his clothes, and ran into the bookstore in three steps at a time, and bought three books related to mathematical modeling.Back in the car, I carefully discussed with the people around me: "Teacher, I have to read all these books tonight."

The implication was that he didn't want to go home with Director Yu, but Yu Zhongye responded coldly: "Go and see at my place."

Without penetration and pumping, it still makes people want to die. Xing Ming was frequently masturbated by Yu Zhongye in the car. His underwear was soaked, his waist was sore and his legs were soft. After the small hole on the glans could not ejaculate semen, it was still ticking. Clear liquid flowed out, like incontinence.

When Bingli returned to the villa, Xing Ming helped him get out of the car, with a smile on his face, angrily in his heart, if this old fox was not so handsome, such behavior would be simply obscene.

Thinking of the sheep going into the tiger's mouth, this night will definitely not be safe.Xing Ming took a bath, changed his clothes, and while gnawing at the modeling examples on Yu Shaoai's desk, he waited for Director Yu to be wild again.

Thinking of that rainy day when everything was out of order, he still has lingering fears for the rest of his life.

After midnight struck twelve, Yu Zhongye finished his calligraphy practice and went from his study to his son's room.

Seeing that Xing Ming was still writing under the lamp, he asked him, "Want to interview that student surnamed Cui?"

Director Yu's gaze was like a torch, and Xing Ming had no choice but to admit that the other party hadn't nodded, and that he was saving the country.

Yu Zhongye's eyes were calm: "You're wasting your time, the screening team won't be able to pass."

"There have been related programs in the station, and my master has done them. Now that the society has progressed, it is not allowed?"

"For a new program, setting the tone in the first few episodes is very important, not to mention that your hosting style is not suitable." Yu Zhongye paused, showing a childish look, "China can't produce George Donaldson. You are too young point."

George Donaldson, the host of the most popular news talk show in the United States, he is mean and sharp, criticizes politicians, and criticizes the current situation.Zhuang Lei took the path of sensationalism, Su Qinghua was able to accept and let go, and seemed like a mild-mannered person. When Xing Ming first took over "Pearl Connection", he imitated Donaldson, but he didn't dare to make a big show, so he could only be careful.No one noticed, not even Su Qinghua, who did not expect to be pointed out by Yu Zhongye.

Xing Ming was not convinced, and still wanted to argue, arguing whether the "Regulations on Immunization of Hepatitis B Vaccine for Adults at High Risk of Hepatitis B" issued by the city not long ago listed gay men and drug addicts as high-risk groups. Since our country excluded homosexuality from the disease classification as early as ten years ago, but still classifies it as a "self-disharmony" sexual orientation disorder that is "acceptable for treatment", is this regarded as ideological backwardness?

"I've done a lot of homework." Little did he know that Xing Ming thought he was aggressive, but Yu Zhongye didn't think it was worth looking at at all. "The job of a journalist is to report objectively, not to act for the sky."

"I'm just objective reporting." Xing Ming argued strongly, then suddenly changed the subject and said seemingly insignificantly, "Teacher, in your first class, someone asked me why I chose journalism instead of medicine. Tell the truth. Do you know why?"

Yu Zhongye asked back: "Why?"

Xing Ming asked the question himself, but didn't answer, just frowned, pursed his lips, and looked at the other party quietly.

Yu Zhongye also looked at him, and after a while, sighed softly: "Be a hero, but you don't have to be a martyr." He stroked his hair, pinched his chin again, and kissed him on the forehead: "Good night .”

This night, Master Yu didn't push him down, strip him naked, and didn't separate his legs to penetrate into his depths, Xing Ming was simply flattered.He didn't close his eyes all night, while trying to catch up on the knowledge of mathematical modeling, he chewed on Yu Zhongye's words from time to time, lest he miss the aftertaste.

It was late at night, and the whole city was asleep, but his heart was still unable to calm down.