The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

Ning Feng is rich and has rights, so although he didn't have any illness, he stayed in the hospital smoothly. Feng Xinyang didn't know that he was treating insomnia. He constantly praised him as a good brother, so as not to disappoint Ning Feng. Sacrifice, he launched a fierce pursuit of He Qing.

The whole hospital knows that Dr. He has a suitor. He delivers meals three times a day, and flowers one variety a day. Plus no matter how He Qing refuses, he still feels unrepentant and walks behind the youth every day. It looks like, the few nurses looking straight can't wait for the person that Master Feng likes to be himself!

The identities of Feng Xinyang and Ning Feng were exposed after the dean came with a smile on his face. Ning Feng, the current Chen Guang ceo, Feng Xinyang, and the young master of the Feng family in Beijing, although the young master is not currently working in the Feng family’s company , But the Feng family has only one of his own seedlings, and will definitely inherit the family business in the future!

Such a perfect boyfriend, but he fell in love with the most boring and uninteresting doctor in their hospital, so that those who want to become Mrs. Feng are really puzzled, although Hua Guo announced that same **** can be married as early as 20 years ago. , But it seems that Feng Dashao's gossip objects have always been girls!

Where did he see Dr. He?

He Qing was writing a report. The pen was flowing on the paper, and Feng Xinyang was lying on the side, looking at his hand, the color of jade, there was some natural and moderate bending at the first joint of the finger, the left hand pressed against the paper, and it was healthy The fine powder nails and white paper form a sharp contrast, and each joint is just right. With the movement of the youth, the venue changes from time to time.

Feng Xinyang's heart was very itchy and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it. He Qing frowned slightly to avoid it. Even if he was angry, he still slowly swallowed the voice: "Mr. Feng, this is the doctor's office."

"I know." Feng Xinyang grinned up and sat next to him under the slightly frowned brow of the young man, covering his chest with a ridiculous tone: "My heart hurts, so please come and see the doctor."

He Qing stunned, quickly put down the pen, picked up the stethoscope next to him, his face full of seriousness: "When did it start to hurt? Pain or sting? Come here, I listen to my heart."

This time it was replaced by Feng Xinyang, he went to see He Qing, and found that he was not joking, he really felt his heart hurt, the man in the bells and whistles couldn't help but laugh out loud, and laughed under the blank vision of the young doctor After a while, he said with a smile: "Oh, Doctor Ho, why are you so cute!"

Cute...the young man's fair face was reddish, he unconsciously dropped his gaze, and his light red lips slightly pursed, "Mr. Feng, don't talk nonsense, cute is to describe girls..."

"I'll give you a heartbeat, heartache is not a trivial matter."

Seeing that he hadn't responded yet, Feng Xinyang smiled and began to take off his clothes. He Qing looked at him doubtfully: "What are you doing **** for?"

"Aren't you listening to heart sounds? I stripped you to listen to..." Feng Xinyang was completely embarrassed and began to untie his belt. He Qing first blinked confusedly, then reacted and quickly held his hand, "What are you doing with your pants off?" "

The slightly iced fingertip was pressed on his hand. Feng Xinyang looked down at the pair of beautiful and uncomfortable hands. The throat knot moved slightly, his eyes darkened a little, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Doctor, your hand is really beautiful... …"

Obviously, he was just staring at his hand, but the young man felt as if he had been licked from beginning to end. He retracted his hand uncomfortably. "You don't need to take off your pants. When did you start to hurt?"

"From the first sight of the doctor..." Feng Xinyang's tone prolonged.

He Qing thought about it and wrote on the paper: Three days after onset.

Feng Xinyang glanced at the words he wrote on the paper. He was angry and funny. He said everything so clearly. Why didn't this little doctor understand what he meant? It doesn't look like it's pretending!

"What's that pain? Is it a long-term tingling pain, or a dull pain, the kind that will hurt after a while..." He Qing carefully recorded on the paper, and Feng Xinyang's voice with a slight grudge in his ear. : "When you see a doctor, it hurts... if you don't see a doctor, it hurts more."

The young doctor put his pen down with a confused face, and it hurt when he saw it, but it hurt when he didn't.

"What's the pain?"

"That kind of painful way of losing my heart." Feng Xinyang clutched his chest with a serious expression: "Because the doctor stole my heart."

After he finished speaking, he stared at He Qing with a mistake, one second, two seconds, three seconds... the young doctor in front of him had a red face, and his eyes were full of shame, "You go out!"

"Doctor, don't be angry..." Feng Xinyang's dead skinned Lai's face ignored He Qing's face, and opened his hands empty-handed in front of him: "Look, I will make you a magic!"

Although he was annoyed by his words, his face was calm, but hearing the magic, He Qing's eyes quietly glanced over, and the corner of Feng Xinyang's mouth that he noticed was raised, "Look, there is nothing on his hand..." He flipped his hand It turned again, and under the concentrated vision of the young doctor, when turning again, a rose appeared out of hand.

"Send it to you." The handsome, handsome man put the rose into the young man's hands with a smile, "Can you forgive me now?"

He Qing's eyes widened slightly, and his eyelashes also curled up to a full curvature, showing his eyes glazed round. He took the flower of Feng Xinyang for the first time, his beautiful fingers carefully poked the petals of roses, the sun Next, the white and almost transparent fingers were dotted with the beautiful roses, and the young man smiled happily, "Thank you."

[Ding, Feng Xinyang favors: 40. 】He Qing sniffed the roses, and he didn’t smell anything except the fragrance of artificial perfume. He seemed to be very satisfied with the corner of his mouth. [It turns out to be a face control, it would be much easier to handle. 】

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From this day on, the relationship between the two gradually improved. Feng Xinyang found that the youth’s resistance to magic was almost zero. He watched him staring at himself seriously. After the magic appeared, he looked surprised and puzzled. He felt that the distance It's not far from taking this little doctor by myself.

In order to go further, Feng Xinyang entered the doctor's office more diligently. He Qing didn't want him to come, but the dean had no choice but to give the office to him, so he wouldn't lose his temper. His gentle doctor had to endure harassment from time to time.

But sometimes, Feng Xinyang did not see He Qing when he came, because the young doctor who would not refuse people would always be the busiest person in the hospital. When he walked to the office with the cake, there was no one. Feng Xinyang frowned, thinking about telling the dean well that a doctor is getting busier than the State Council!

Putting down the cake, he sat on the chair bored and waited, and suddenly an idea came up. Feng Xinyang looked down at the cabinet, and it was all unlocked.

Open the cabinets one by one to see if there is any private information. The first and second are some medical records at work, until the last and largest cabinet is opened.

Inside was lying a spelled Gundam toy, Feng Xinyang picked it up curiously, dropped it heavily in his hand, looked up and down, and didn’t understand why this ugly thing was put in the cupboard by him, as he studied At the time, the office door opened, "Doctor Ho! The 12-bed patient..."

——Wow! Gundam fell heavily and fell in droves.

The head nurse looked at PG Gundam on the ground stiffly: "Feng, Mr. Feng, this is Dr. He's..."

Feng Xinyang stared at the broken limb on the ground, and was also stunned. "It's okay, I'll buy one to pay him." Maybe I can take the opportunity to buy a better brush presence.

The head nurse was still stiff, "Dr. He is precious this Gundam, take it everywhere, wipe it every day, I heard that this was bought by his dead father..."

Feng Xinyang's indifferent expression stiffened.

He looked down at the wreckage of the place, and the people hadn't soaked it. If He Qing knew that he did it...

ten minutes later

He Qing was slightly tired and pushed the door with her eyebrows and walked in. He glanced at the ground unintentionally, and he looked at the broken Gundam on the ground in disbelief.

"Why, why..."

He clearly put it in the closet...

Dr. Wen Tun kneeled down on the ground, picking up the residual limbs a little bit, trying to put them together, but couldn't get any better.

"Dr. He!" Feng Xinyang still pushed the door open boldly, and saw the sad young man on the ground. He was startled and asked him in a puzzled tone: "What's wrong with this? What is on the ground?"

He walked in front of He Qing, the young man's eyes were red, holding the heavy Gundam in his arms, "...I don't know, I put it clearly."

Feng Xinyang crouched down and asked him curiously while helping him pick up the incompleteness on the ground: "What is this? Can I put it back on?"

"This is Gundam..." He Qing tried hard to keep himself from crying, and Wen Tun's voice was full of sorrow: "My father has been fighting for two months, he gave it to me..."

The last gift given to him, but now, it has become like this.

Seeing how sad he was, Feng Xinyang had a rare sense of guilt, and his eyes turned: "I'll help you fight, I'm the best at fighting things."

"No need...this is very difficult, and it was broken..." Although sad, He Qing still didn't want to trouble others.

Seeing him pitifully shrinking to the ground to pick up the fragments under the table, Feng Xinyang put all the damage he found in his pocket, "It's okay, I'll fight it for you, maybe it will be done!"

After talking, regardless of He Qing’s refusal, he snatched all the debris from his hand, picked up the heavy Gundam and ran: "Do not worry, Dr. He, I will definitely give you a good Gundam!"

[Ding, Feng Xinyang favors: 42. 】

Feng Xinyang rushed into the ward like a gust of wind and threw the parts of Gundam on the table. "Brother, help me quickly. Think about it, which brother in the circle likes to play Gundam!"

Ning Feng, who was reading, put down the book and gave him a cold look, "Your little doctor?"

"Yes! He is precious. If he sees it broken, he wouldn't cry. If I fix it for him, I will surely be able to hold the beauty!" Feng Xinyang Barabala finished his head and suddenly slapped his head, "Hey! I What to repair! Just buy one if you don’t, anyway, this thing looks the same!"

He had checked the origin of this Gundam before, and at this moment, he ran out with a gust of wind: "Brother, I will buy a new one. If the little doctor comes, you will help me deal with it! This time it is for you to eat!"

Ning Feng boringly picked up the book again. After reading it for a while, his eyes were on the broken Gundam on the table. The doctor looked more than twenty years old, could he really cry for this thing?

He suddenly had a trace of interest, got up and sat down at the table, picked up Gundam and studied it.