"You, you, you, you, you, you, you..." The doctor looked at us, stammered, and stopped for a long time, the expression on his face turned gray.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The doctor touched two of my expensive leather sofas, and sat down on his buttocks: "You guys... unexpectedly..."

I took one look at Mr. Model and he patted my head and conveyed something like 'don't worry, I'll take care of it'.

The doctor was still crying while pumping a tissue: "I'm so sad, my handsome, mighty, domineering, charming model idol..." The more he talked, the more sad he became, and finally he just lay down on the sofa and cried, and the more Cry louder.

Mr. Model kissed me, and walked to the doctor very calmly.

"What did you see today?" Mr. Model asked.

The doctor raised his head pitifully, was shaken by the beauty of the model, and replied dully: "I saw you... oh no, if you can give me a small sum of money..."

"Huh?" The model Mr. is very special (add infinite specials) and uttered a tone particle in an attractive manner.

The doctor immediately softened, and he said weakly: "I didn't see anything, this world is so beautiful, oh, and you are so handsome, I like you so much, can you give me an autograph?"

Mr. Model shook his head slowly.

"Can I shake hands then?"

Mr. Model's hands were in his pockets, showing no intention of coming out.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-, can you take a picture?" the doctor asked sadly.

"No." Mr. Model rejected him very bluntly, resolutely, resolutely, which pleased me very much.

"Why?" The doctor had a hard time accepting this fact, as if he was more sad than losing money.

The model man glanced at me, smiled, and said, "My benefactor will not be happy."

The doctor hung his head like a withered grass.

"I have one last little question."

When Mr. Model walked towards me, the doctor got up from the sofa and looked at us eagerly like a rabbit with red eyes.

"You ask." I said coldly, fully regaining the aura that the president should have, which made me feel very comfortable.

The doctor twitched again like a little girl, and then asked in a shy tone like a little daughter-in-law: "You two, who is on top?"

This question is a bit difficult to answer.

I remained silent, wondering whether it would be more in line with my rules to answer honestly that I was from below, or to pretend that I didn't hear.Although I think the best answer is to lie and say that I am above, but in this way, maybe Mr. Model will be angry, if he is angry, he will torture me desperately at night.

When I was hesitating, the model Mr. replied naturally: "I have been below."

"Have you been there? Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, this means mutual attack?" The doctor's eyes shone.

I looked at Mr. Model suspiciously.

Mr. Model came over and whispered in my ear: "Movie theater."

My face went cold.

The doctor didn't know what was going on in his head, and he was thinking of random things, and the expression on his face became more and more...disgusting. If he had a tail, he would be wagging happily now.

Only Mr. Model and I know that his imagination is far from reality.

Mr. Model asked gently: "Will you be on top tonight?"

The doctor looked back and forth between us expectantly.

I:...

It's a dilemma.

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