Nightmare Attack

"Didn't your classmates end well?" Jiang Cheng asked.

He remembered that Fatty once said that his former deskmate was killed by a drunk driver, and his successor jumped off a building because he was cuckolded two years ago.

I have only heard of Ke Fu in so many years, and this is the first time I have seen someone like Fatty who can harm his classmates.

"Doctor, don't say that." The fat man stretched out an arm from the quilt, scratched his head in embarrassment, and then retracted it, neatly tucking the corner of the quilt from the inside. "I have some classmates who have lost contact. For the time being, we are still I don’t know what the situation is.”

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and said seriously: "It's better not to contact me. If you die by then, you won't be able to tell."

Fatty: ""

After doing a few sets of movements, 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 when dressed but has flesh when undressed. His streamlined muscles are well-proportioned up and down. Different from the explosive power of European and American strong men, he is more in line with Asian aesthetics.

The fat man's eyes widened when he saw it, and he felt extremely envious.

Jiang Cheng looked at his figure up and down in front of the mirror that was half a person's height. He squinted his eyes, then turned sideways and patted his strong buttocks, feeling the amplitude of its tremors, and revealed a mysterious smile.

The current scene suddenly reminded Fatty of what the doctor said when he was lying on the bed when they were in the school copy, and his dazzling eyes shone on his body and face.

"Fat man," the doctor asked with squinted eyes, "Do you think I look like a lazy angel?"

After swallowing secretly, the fat man felt that the doctor had some problems on his mind. He seemed to be particularly satisfied with certain parts of his body.

Within a few minutes, the doctor answered the phone. The fat man seemed very excited when he saw the doctor. He kept nodding his head and his eyes seemed to light up.

He rarely saw such a doctor. Most of the time, the doctor looked unruly. He was curious about who was on the other end of the phone.

So far, he has only seen one person who can treat the doctor obediently.

The doctor's boss is the real owner of this psychological consultation room - Lin Waner.

In front of the beautiful woman in cheongsam, the doctor had no ability to resist. She took care of him and took away the few hundred yuan he had left.

Is it really her?

While the fat man was brainstorming, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone. Then, under the former's gaze, Jiang Cheng jumped to the desk, took out a key, and then opened the bottom grid.

He took out a package of something tightly wrapped and opened it in front of the fat man. The fat man's eyes widened suddenly.

It's a uniform style piece of clothing.

Pure white, very new, somewhat similar to the white doctor uniforms that doctors usually wear, but it is obviously superior in terms of material feel.

The upper body is relatively wide, with a waist-cinching design in the middle, but strangely, there are only two buttons along the skirt.

The edges of the buttons are inlaid with silver, echoing the narrow edges of the dazzling golden tassels on the shoulders. I believe it will also perform well on the dance floor or in the dim light of the private room.

While buttoning up the only two buttons, the doctor told the dumb fat man, "I want to go out," he said cheerfully, "You stay here to look after the house. I may come back later in the evening." ”

"Dip! Dip!"

"Didi!"

The rapid sound of car horns came from outside the window.

For some unknown reason, Fatty actually heard a hint of impatience in the sound of the car horn.

After changing his clothes, Jiang Cheng trotted to the door, then opened the door and rushed out.

In the next second, the fat man ejected from the sofa, then rushed to the window and stood on tiptoe to look out.

There was a sapphire 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 he made a brisk leap and sat firmly in the passenger seat.

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

It was a sports car whose brand the fat man couldn't recognize, and the license plate was blocked by a black baffle.

In addition to the doctor and the driver, there were four girls in total.

The three of them were crowded in the back row, chatting animatedly with the doctor who had just got on the bus. One of them was so bold that he wanted to stick his whole body to him.

Then amidst the roar of the engine, the sapphire blue sports car drove away.

The fat man stood blankly in front of the window. The words the doctor once said kept popping up in his mind, and the "buzzing" sound echoed in his mind, like ringing a bell.

"I have to do something tonight, something very important."

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

"I am a model"

"I'm the number one on the night shift at KTV"

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

The fat man reacted and said "Fuck!"

It turned out that what the doctor said was true, but no one believed it. They all thought that there was something wrong with the doctor's brain, or that this was just a disguise to divert attention.

The clown turned out to be himself

The fat man spent that night in extreme anxiety. As the time spent with the doctor increased, he once thought he had seen through the man's pure heart under the tired disguise.

But reality slapped him hard.

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

They are not in the same world at all, not even in the same dimension.

At three-thirty in the morning, the doctor dragged his tired body back home. When he opened the door and saw the fat man huddled alone on the sofa with his head wrapped in a quilt, he was obviously stunned.

"Why don't you go to bed?" The doctor, who smelled of wine and perfume, asked doubtfully. He looked around and continued: "I shouldn't have nightmares tonight, and they won't be so frequent."

He seemed to have drank a lot, but he was still conscious.

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

There is also a button missing from the clothes, and the broken threads are still on it.

You can imagine how much fun it was.

He seemed to be in a good mood. He walked to the side opposite the fat man and sat down with a step that he didn't recognize. Then with a flushed face, he reached into his clothes and took out a dozen thick banknotes.

Within ten seconds, he took out some money from various parts of his body and piled it together, a very considerable amount.

As he counted, he let out an indescribable laugh, his eyes narrowed to a slit, "Huh--, luckily the foreman didn't check strictly today." He collected all the money he had counted and said very happily.