12 years after graduation, I want to get married

Seeing that I stood still, Sergey let go of his grip on the belt.He wore a silver-gray top and bottom private suit, which was far from the image of the "operating room tyrant" holding a silver knife in my impression. He appeared mature, restrained and personable.

I was only an arm's length away from him.He didn't move any more, just looked at Minercy in this position.

I was not wary of Dr. Xie, and I still am after 12 years.

I feel amazing, but I have no intention of destroying the tacit understanding of this distance.I followed him to look at Minercy.

"...You are?" Minercy narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around at Sergey's clothes, and sneered inaudibly, but it must have been intended for us to hear, "Your level should not be the same as his... "

"Okay, right?" Sergey asked over my head.

I could barely smell the peppermint on his clothes, which was dwarfed by the ripe scent of golden osmanthus in the venue.

"...Well. Thank you, Dr. Chriswich, it's fine." After I finished speaking, I simply turned around and stretched out the back of my left hand towards Sergey.

Sergey understood and patted the back of my hand like a high five.His hands have been soaked in maintenance solvents all year round because of the precise surgical procedures. They are softer than mine, but a little cold.

This means that I have temporarily agreed with Sergey, and he has become my backup sentinel.

Minielsi's neck and forehead were flushed in a way that resembled his older brother who had failed in his pretense and raged.

Now, in order to get rid of Minercy and formally congratulate Sergey on his promotion, I followed Sergey to the small booths outside the French windows.