Paranoid president, he is inappropriate [wearing books](BL) (MTL)

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Why don't you come?

    All kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, so that Ji Mianzhu forgot to reply for a while. Seeing that his young master had not spoken for so long, the housekeeper at the other end could not help feeling that he was busy, so he said thoughtfully, "If you are busy, young master, I will help you turn it down."

    Ji Mianzhu suddenly responded and spoke quickly. .

    "No, I'm on my way home now. Uncle Zhao, please treat Dr. Meng for me first." The

    other end readily agreed.

    Ji Mianzhu's brows did not stretch until he hung up the phone.

    He didn't forget what this Meng Fu came to represent.

    Last time, last time, Meng Fu started talking to him as soon as he came over, very much like the dean of the school holding a thermos cup in the past. However, Meng Fu was the person introduced by Ji Lao. The old man was so painstaking, he couldn't drive people away, so he had to be patient and listen. Then after talking about the heart, I asked him if he had received treatment, and how the effect was. If he saw that he was perfunctory, he would have to give a long speech, which would be crowded.

    The problem is that he is not sick at all.

    Very healthy and active.

    No, we have to find a way to make this Doctor Meng feel that his mental illness is cured. Fudge the past, thus once and for all.

    Otherwise, who can endure this day-to-day life?

    Ji Mianzhu lowered his eyes and pondered, the more he thought about it, the more distracted he became.

    Fortunately, when he was about to collide, there was a big hand on his forehead, supporting his head and turning the direction slightly, avoiding the tragedy of his forehead bunting.

    A burst of warmth spread across his forehead. Ji Mianzhu blinked his eyes and couldn't help but regain his senses. When he looked up, he found himself in Jiang Lian's arms, and a few inches away from his eyes was a long and thick telephone pole.

    He instantly understood what had happened, and thanked the people around him fearfully.

    "Thank you...I didn't find it."

    Jiang Lian shook his head, but there was nothing in his expression, but the hand holding Ji Mianzhu's head didn't put down for a long time, and he even hooked in this posture. Tick ​​the ends of his hair.

    "You have something on your mind, I'll take you with me." As he

    spoke, Jiang Lian's hand, which was originally placed on Ji Mianzhu's head, slid down to his waist. He tightly clasped Ji Mianzhu's waist.

    Ji Mianzhu thought about the same thing. He couldn't tell Jiang Lian about this unwarranted mental illness, so he could only figure it out on his own. So he readily agreed to Jiang Lian's proposal, did not break away, but continued to take a step forward, racking his brains in the other's broad and solid arms, thinking about how to fight with Meng Fu's wits and courage.

    Jiang Lian saw that the people around him acquiesced to the things in his heart, but he didn't mention it. He couldn't help pursing his lips, and a dark light flashed in his black eyes. The hand he put on Ji Mianzhu's waist tightened again, with a bit of ruthlessness in his movements, as if he was trying his best to grab something that was about to fly away.

    The horizon is gradually darkening, and the ink blue mixed with orange red spreads out on the horizon, which is very beautiful. A few strands of orange fell between Ji Mianzhu's eyebrows, which was breathtakingly beautiful.