Nightmare Attack

"It's really you, doctor," the fat man was shocked, "can you guess this?"

Putting down the coffee cup, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and said, "What do you think?"

The fat man's expression was slightly awkward, but he quickly returned to normal. "Doctor, I remember we talked about this issue before," he reminded, "during the mission."

"At that time, you said that this thing should be related to the cracking mission."

"Continue," Jiang Cheng lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, "I'm listening."

"But I don't understand why the entire army was wiped out if some of them had a clue." A trace of doubt flashed in Fatty's eyes, "Is this mission too difficult? Or is there something wrong with our guess?"

For Fatty, there is no essential difference between the first mission and the second mission. If there is no doctor to take him, three more lives may not be enough.

"Doctor, to be honest, I think our teammates this time are actually quite extraordinary," the fat man said with a deep look in his eyes, as if he was lost in memories, "Yu Wen, Zhang Yinyin, and that one"

He stretched out two fingers and pointed at his eyes, his face twitching unnaturally a few times, "That Zhen Jianren, he can do anything to me, he's so cruel."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng didn't show any expression, which made Fatty unable to judge his thoughts.

In front of the former, he once felt that he was a blank sheet of paper.

But this mission refreshed his understanding of Jiangcheng. He still overestimated himself. It should be more appropriate to say that he was a piece of waste paper.

He even had the illusion that only the Jiangcheng in the nightmare was the real him, and the one in front of him was just a puppet wearing a doctor's coat.

While the fat man was thinking, Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked in the direction of the door.

A few seconds later, Fatty heard footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was crisp, it was the sound of a pair of sharp high heels hitting the marble floor.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, followed by three rhythmic knocks.

The arrival was not unexpected.

Instead, do it with complete sincerity and courtesy.

"Please come in." Jiang Cheng said.

The door was pushed open, and the sunlight reflected was a bit dazzling. Looking against the light, the fat man could only vaguely see the outline of a person.

Gradually, when his eyes could adapt to the light, the fat man couldn't help but froze.

From bottom to top, the first thing that catches the eye is a pair of slender and straight legs.

The legs are not only thin and long, but also shiny white.

Under her feet were a pair of silver diamond-encrusted high heels, and the reflected light fragmented the not-so-dark room.

"Dr. Jiang," the visitor spoke, a gentle female voice sounding like water, "our boss invites you to come over."

She is a woman dressed as a secretary, in her early 20s.

Wearing a white shirt, a very short black professional skirt, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he had a faint smile on his face, looking intellectual yet charming.

Now the fat man finally realized that he had seen the woman before, when he quickly recalled that Brother Piruan came.

She is Brother Pi Nguyen’s secretary!

"Miss Lin," Jiang Cheng didn't even get up, he just looked at her and said, "I remember the birthday party is tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is official," the woman called Miss Lin bowed slightly and replied politely, "Today we will only entertain some special guests. Mr. Pi hopes that Dr. Jiang will be honored."

The woman wore light make-up, and there was light in her eyes. The fat man's soul was almost taken away when she smiled. He couldn't help but swallow, imagining the happiness of Brother Pi Ruan.

He regretted it a little.

Perhaps the charterer named Liu Niuma whom the doctor introduced to him at the beginning was not bad. Although she was older and sicker, she seemed to be someone with whom she could live together.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lin, I have a patient later," Jiang Cheng's voice was surprisingly calm, and the fat man even heard a hint of indifference and alienation in it.

Staring at him in surprise, the fat man wondered if this was still a doctor. Could it be that he had been replaced by a ghost from the mission?

But what I didn't expect was that Miss Lin seemed to have already guessed what Jiang Cheng was saying. She smiled and said, "Mr. Pi said that he was deeply sorry for delaying Dr. Jiang's work." She paused and continued, "It's not in vain. Red envelope."

The next second, Jiang Cheng stood up, took off his wrinkled coat, and in the blink of an eye, he took out a suit and put it on himself.

Then he walked while tying his tie and said, "Mr. Pi's kindness doesn't matter, but since Miss Lin came to pick her up in person, I really can't find a reason to refuse."

Under the shocked gaze of the fat man, Jiang Cheng's left hand naturally wrapped around Miss Lin's waist. He didn't know what he said in Miss Lin's ear, which made the latter's ears turn red.

The two stood very close and left talking and laughing.

The fat man stood alone in front of the door, watching a blue supercar leave with a complicated expression, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

After a while, the fat man stood in front of the phone. On his desk was a thick, opened case book taken from the case shelf.

"Liu Niuma,"

"Zhao Guiqin,"

"Ouyang Guifang"

He pressed the first number with trembling hands and waited for the sound, his heart ignited with anticipation for a new life.

The sun sets in the west.

By the time Jiang Cheng came back with a full meal, it was already completely dark.

Under the dim light, the fat man was sitting alone on the sofa. His back looked like a big lump, his head was lowered, and he looked very pitiful.

There was no smell of food in the room. Fatty hadn't eaten since he left. The ribs, fish, etc. were all piled neatly in the refrigerator.

There was only one light on in the room.

Jiang Cheng walked over and turned on the lamp on his desk, then took off his perfume-scented suit and hung it on the hanger.

Then he seemed to suddenly realize something. He paused and immediately took off the suit, balled it up, first found a bag to put it in, and then stuffed it into the cabinet under his desk.

After doing all this, Jiang Cheng let out a long breath.

The fat man didn't take the initiative to talk to him, so Jiang Cheng walked over and sat down next to the fat man. After a while, he glanced at the desk and asked meaningfully: "The call didn't go through?"

The depressed fat man didn't care whether he was surprised or not. After all, the medical record of the rich woman's illness and preferences was spread out on the table of Jiang Cheng's desk.

As long as a normal person can see it.

The fat man lowered his head and still didn't speak.

Someone knocked on the door. Jiang Cheng stood up and opened the door. A man carrying 5 or 6 bags strode in.

"Mr. Jiang Cheng?" The other party looked at the order in his hand and confirmed it again.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng reached out and took the packaging bag, nodded and said, "It's me."

The fat man sniffed and smelled a faint fresh fragrance, that was

When Jiang Cheng took the package bag, he placed it on the table in front of the fat man. "I ordered some seafood," Jiang Cheng said, "Just take a bite."