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Early the next morning, Tang Chao went to the hospital to see his feet.

Jiang You originally wanted to accompany him, but he had been avoiding Tang Chao since that incident. After the basketball game, Tang Chao never saw him again.

But he still heard a lot about Jiang You - after the basketball game, Jiang You quickly got together with the cheerleader.

The girl had been chasing after Jiang You before, but Jiang You was concerned about the junior girl of the business school at that time, so she didn't respond. Tang Chao felt that he might not like this girl very much.

Why did you agree to her now?Is this a prank?

Tang Chao sighed, and hoped that Jiang You didn't have to be so anxious to have a girlfriend because he doubted his own sexuality after kissing him - it was too unfair to other girls.

He didn't want to end his friendship with Jiang You just because of that inexplicable kiss. He believed that Jiang You would be the same. Jiang You might just avoid him because he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart for the time being.

Tang Chao is willing to wait for the day when he recovers.

The hospital is always full of people. Tang Chao waited for a while on the bench outside the department when he got his number, and then he walked into the department slowly when he heard his name called by the number calling machine.

The man attending the consultation was a handsome male doctor, about 30 years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his white coat was open, revealing a thin white shirt underneath, looking refined and bookish.Tang Chao sat down on the high stool and glanced at the name tag on his chest.

You Zhihong.

It sounds pretty good.

The name flashed in Tang Chao's mind, and then it was forgotten as unimportant information.

The doctor spoke a bit like Fang Mubo, gentle and elegant. He asked about Tang Chao's condition and put him to bed to see his injuries.

Tang Chao didn't think too much, he listened to the doctor take off his shoes and sat on the bed without any defense, and rolled up his pants.You Zhihong glanced secretly across Tang Chao's bare calf, and his heart beat violently in his chest.

He stretched out his hand to press Tang Chao's swollen ankle, and the moment he touched the young man, an inappropriate thought crossed his mind: This child's skin is really smooth.

Ankles, calves, thighs, up to the upturned buttocks and hips, if possible, he really wanted to touch them all the way, to see if the touch in other places was as wonderful.

As a doctor, from the moment he entered medical school to the present, he has seen and touched countless bodies, living or dead, but this is the first time he has become so enthusiastically interested in a person's body.

Tang Chao didn't know that the elegant doctor in front of him took this opportunity to make up so much brain. You Zhihong pinched his foot. He endured the pain and didn't say a word until You Zhihong finished pinching and straightened up.

"It's nothing serious, just prescribe some medicine and spray it back, just be careful not to hurt it again in the next two days." You Zhihong took advantage of Tang Chao's lowered head to put on his trouser legs and put on his shoes, and rubbed Tang Chao's fingers just now , he sat back in his seat and began to write the list.

"By the way, is it convenient to leave your contact information?" You Zhihong typed out the last word of the prescription, and said casually: "Our hospital is doing feedback recently, we may call to ask, it won't take long. "

Tang Chao is usually in good health, and has basically never been to the hospital for four years in college, but his common sense is still there.Hearing this, he was stunned, wondering if the hospital still needs to conduct after-sales investigation?

But You Zhihong's gaze was so sincere that he couldn't see the slightest trickery. Tang Chao thought that it didn't matter if he called him. He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Lan Kuiyu's reminder that afternoon.

- Do not give any strangers your own contact information.

His voice paused as soon as he reached his mouth, and he changed the number into another string.

It was Fang Mubo's mobile phone number, which was very easy to remember, and he only remembered it after reading it two or three times.

Tang Chao returned to his residence with the medicine, sat cross-legged on the sofa and painted himself.

He gave Fang Mubo's mobile phone number to the doctor, and didn't know what to expect.

I just said last night that I would never see each other again, and the next day I gave his contact information to a stranger... Tang Chao silently spurned his immoral behavior, but he really couldn't think of a better way to deal with it at the time There is a way.

He slumped on the sofa after applying the medicine, and played with his mobile phone carelessly. Wechat showed that there was a new contact. He clicked on it and found that it was Lan Kuiyu.

Before leaving last night, the three of them saved each other's mobile phone numbers. Tang Chao applied to add Lan Kui Yu as a friend, and the next second it was displayed as approved.

The girl's profile picture is the back of a girl in a hoodie, which seems to be herself, and her name is "Ting". Tang Chao poked into her detailed information and found that her region shows Fujian.

Tang Chao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He grew up in the north, and both his parents were also from the north. It is impossible for him to have a daughter from Fujian.

Maybe it's just a coincidence that they look alike?

Lan Kuiyu was the first to send him a "Marxist cute" emoji as a greeting.Tang Chao stared at the obedient and kneeling villain on the screen, thinking that this girl is a little different on the Internet than in real life.

He rummaged through the emoticons for a long time, and returned a cute little hamster. After thinking about it, he said to Lan Kuiyu: "Today, a doctor asked me for my contact information. I will give him Fang Fang Mubo's mobile phone number." gone."

Lan Kuiyu replied after a while: "Good job."

Fang Mubo was in a meeting when the screen of his mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up.

The leader of the planning team on the stage was spitting all over the PPT, and the president, Chen Mo, was sitting at the other end of the long table, listening with his legs crossed.Taking advantage of no one's attention, Fang Mubo unlocked the lock screen with his fingerprint and clicked on the text message he just received.

【You feel as wonderful as you imagined. 】

Fang Mubo: ".........?"

Harassing text messages?

No, it must have been sent by mistake.

Fang Mubo stared at this sentence for two seconds, then locked the phone screen as if nothing had happened, put his hands on the table, and continued to concentrate on listening to the plan for this quarter.

The next few days were uneventful.

Tang Chao and Fang Mubo never met again because of the so-called plot. He chatted a lot with Lan Kuiyu on WeChat, and found that this girl was not as mysterious as she appeared.

The way she chats is very cute, she likes to post all kinds of emoticons, and she is also very good at finding topics, so you don’t have to worry about having nothing to say when chatting with her, but she rarely talks about everything related to herself.

It's not like Tang Chao never thought about asking her about her background, but Lan Kuiyu only said: Now is not the time to tell you.

"But don't worry, I won't let you wait too long. I will tell you everything when I finish dealing with all the things at hand."

The light from the screen gradually dimmed. Tang Chao put down the phone, turned over with the quilt in his arms, stared quietly at the nothingness in the darkness for a while, and closed his eyes.

He kind of believed now that the girl would help him.

In the early morning, Fang Mubo opened his eyes in a daze, touched the ringing mobile phone on the bedside table, and turned off the alarm.

The meager light of the sky spilled into the room through the curtains that were not so tightly drawn, caressing the man's straight nose and slightly wrinkled eyebrows. Fang Mubo squinted his eyes and habitually checked his phone to help him wake up as soon as possible.

He received a new text message, and Fang Mubo opened it without any fluctuations in his heart. Looking at the line "I really want to knead your cock and see how it hardens in my palm", he sneered.

This is already the sixth pornographic text message he has received.

Fang Mubo didn't care about it at all, lifted the quilt out of bed, and stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet. He was at the age of exuberant vitality, and the signs of morning erection were quite obvious.He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his clothes neatly, went to the bathroom to wash up, and when he came out again, his anger had almost subsided.

After receiving a text message during a meeting, he would receive a more sexually explicit text message every day, as if someone was simulating the whole process of sleeping with him through text messages.But what makes Fang Mubo dumbfounded is that this person completely regards him as the one below, and everyone who knows Fang Mubo in the circle knows that he has always been only TOP.

This person must have misremembered his phone number.Fang Mubo adjusted his tie in the mirror, and deleted the text message casually.

It's not that he didn't reply to remind the person who sent the text message what he thought, but there was always a voice in the dark that kept persuading him, so that the thought was quickly dispelled as soon as it came out.He didn't know who the text message was originally intended to be sent to, but there was no doubt that the person who sent the text message must be a pervert. If he helped that unknown person block it, it should be regarded as a good deed.

As the setting sun gradually set, everything was covered with a warm golden glow. Lan Kuiyu stood in the corner of the hospital entrance, paying attention to the crowds coming and going.It was already off-duty time. The off-duty doctors and nurses walked out of the hospital in twos and threes. You Zhihong changed his white coat and went to the underground garage to drive.

She lowered the brim of her baseball cap, put her hands in the pockets of her sweater, and followed.

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Ah Jin is really strict.