Nightmare Attack

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"Is your classmate's end bad?" Jiang Cheng asked.

He remembered that the fat man once mentioned that his former deskmate was killed by a drunk driving. Two years before the successor deskmate was wearing a green hat, he couldn't think of jumping off the building.

I've only heard of Koff for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen a classmate of K like Fatty.

"Doctor, don't say that." The fat man stretched out an arm from the quilt, scratched his head embarrassedly, and then retracted it. From the inside, the corners were neatly tucked away. "Some of my classmates have broken contact. I don't know what the situation is."

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, and said sincerely, "Don't contact me anymore, you will die again, you can't tell."

Fatty: "..."

After performing a few sets of actions, Jiang Cheng stood up, took off the thin shirt he was wearing, rolled it into a ball, and threw it aside.

He belongs to the type that looks thin in clothes and has flesh when undressed. His streamlined muscles are well-proportioned up and down. Unlike the explosive power of European and American strong men, he is more in line with Asian aesthetics.

The fat man saw his eyes straight, and he was envious in his heart.

Jiang Cheng looked at his figure up and down in the half-person-height mirror. He squinted his eyes, then turned sideways, patted his firm buttocks, felt the magnitude of its tremor, and revealed a mysterious smile.

The current scene suddenly reminded the fat man that when they were in the school copy, the doctor was lying on the bed, dazzling eyes on his face when he said something.

"Fat man," the doctor at the time asked, squinting, "do you think I look like a lazy angel?"

Secretly poked and swallowed, the fat man felt that the doctor had some problems in his heart. He seemed to be particularly satisfied with certain parts of his body.

Within a few minutes, the doctor answered the phone. The fat man looked very excited when he saw the doctor. He couldn't help nodding his head, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

He rarely sees such a doctor. Most of the time, the doctor looks rebellious. He is very curious about who is on the other end of the phone.

So far, he has only seen one person who can clean up the doctor's compliance.

The doctor's boss, and the real owner of this psychological consultation room-Lin Wan'er.

In front of the cheongsam beauty, the doctor had no ability to resist, and she took care of herself, and went with her only a few hundred yuan.

Could it be... really her?

While the fat man was brainstorming, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone. Then, under the watch of the former, Jiang Cheng bounced to the desk, took out a key, and then opened the bottom grid.

From inside, he took out a package of very tightly packed things, and then opened it in front of the fat man, inside... the fat man's eyes widened suddenly.

It's a...uniform style dress.

Pure white, very new, similar to the white doctor uniforms usually worn by doctors, but obviously better in terms of texture.

The upper body is relatively wide, and the waist is designed in the middle, but strangely, there are only two buttons down the placket.

The edge of the button is inlaid with silver, which echoes the narrow side of the shoulder with the dazzling golden tassel. I believe it will perform well on the dance floor or under the dim light in the private room.

While the doctor buttoned the only two buttons, he confessed to the fat man who was already stupid, "I want to go out," he happily said, "You stay to watch the house, and I may come back later in the evening. ."

"Di! Di!"

"Didi!"

There was a rush of car whistling from outside the window.

Not sure why, the fat man actually heard a hint of urgency from the sound of the car whistle.

After getting dressed, Jiang Cheng ran to the door, then opened the door and rushed out.

In the next second, the fat man shot up from the sofa, then rushed to the window, and looked out on tiptoes.

There was a royal blue sports car parked in front of the door. The streamlined body showed a primitive beauty. He happened to see the doctor holding on to the car door, and then took a brisk leap, sitting firmly in the position of the co-pilot.

The golden tassels on the shoulders are flying up and down, and the movements are very chic.

It was a sports car that the fat man couldn't recognize the brand, and... the position of the license plate was blocked by a black light barrier.

In addition to the doctors above, including the drivers who drive, there are a total of 4 girls.

Three crowded in the back row, Yingying Yanyan had a heated chat with the doctor who had just gotten into the car, and one of them was even bolder, wishing to post the whole person.

Then amid the roar of the engine, the royal blue sports car left.

The fat man stood in front of the window blankly, his mind kept coming up with what the doctor had said, and the "buzzing" sound echoed in his mind, like a bell ringing.

"I'm going to do one thing in the evening, a very important thing."

"It has nothing to do with the nightmare, it's my own business."

"I am a model..."

"I'm on the night shift... the top card..."

"Do you understand the high-end group? I just can't come out without an appointment. It's hard for ordinary customers to see me..."

The fat man who reacted opened his mouth and said, "Fuck!"

It turns out...what the doctor said was true, but no one believed it. They thought it was the doctor's brain problem, or it was just a disguise he used to divert his attention.

The clown turned out to be himself...

This night, the fat man spent this night in extreme anxiety. As the time with the doctor increased, he once thought he had seen through the pure heart of this man under the exhausted disguise.

But reality slapped him hard.

This also allowed him to see the gap between himself and the doctor.

They are not people in one world at all, not even in one dimension.

At 3:30 in the morning, the doctor returned home with a tired body. When he opened the door and saw the fat man with his head down and wrapped in a quilt, alone on the sofa, he was obviously taken aback.

"Why don't you go to bed?" asked the doctor who was full of the smell of wine and perfume in doubt. He looked around and continued: "I shouldn't have a nightmare tonight, and the frequency won't be so high."

He seems to have drunk a lot of alcohol~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but he is still sober.

Because the light was on, the lipstick mark on his cheek looked very dazzling, and there seemed to be some unclear marks under his collarbone.

The button on the clothes is also missing one, and the broken thread still remains on it.

You can imagine how happy it is to play.

He seemed to be in good spirits. He walked to the other side of the fat man and sat down at the opposite of the fat man, flushing his face, reaching into his clothes, and took out a thick dozen of banknotes.

Within ten seconds, he took out some money from various parts of his body, piled them together, and the amount was considerable.

As he counted, he let out an indescribable laugh, and his eyes narrowed into a slit. "Huh-, fortunately, the foreman didn't check it strictly today." He put all the counted money together, and said very gratefully.

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