Paper Plane

In the night of Yancheng, dazzling neon lights of various colors flashed, and the lights of cars flickered on and off, and the stream flowed endlessly.

Tang Junhe sat on the red Beetle that Ying Hui was driving, with his mobile phone stuck to his ear, and lowered his head to listen to Director Xue talking about his distaste for surgery. The Beetle was small in size and shuttled between the lanes, overtaking several cars in a row.

At the red light, Ying Hui stepped on the brakes and stopped behind the car in front: "It's a little trafficked, are you in a hurry?"

Tang Junhe hung up the phone and said, "It's okay, there's time." After speaking, he glanced at the side rearview mirror. There were too many vehicles and he couldn't see the black Land Rover. The driver should have come over, right? The thought flashed through his mind.

Ying Hui didn't speak for a while, Tang Junhe lowered his head to look at the film sent by the emergency department, after a while, he suddenly heard her asking beside him, "Are you living together now?"

Tang Junhe was stunned for a moment, and the finger that was swiping the picture on the screen paused, and it took a few seconds before he said, "Yeah."

"Actually, I'm really curious," Ying Hui said with a smile, "For you two."

"I'm also curious." Tang Junhe turned off the screen, and the small piece of light dimmed. He didn't seem to have any intention to hide it, but turned his head and asked calmly, "How do you know?"

"I can see it." Ying Hui said with a chuckle, "I saw it many years ago."

"You're always looking at him, didn't you realize it yourself?" Ying Hui continued, "That look doesn't look like the way a younger brother looks at an older brother."

"One time my dad sent me to school. On the way, I saw Yang Xuan driving you on a bicycle. You put your arms around his waist and looked very happy. You were like a child in high school, although you looked like a child They are all indifferent, in fact, likes and dislikes are written on their faces."

"And you exchanged a box of chocolates with me, do you remember? At that time, you seemed to be afraid that I would **** your brother away."

"After Yang Xuan left, you were always out of your mind. Yin Cong told me at the time that you were always in a daze and looked as if you were sick."

"I've always been sure that you like Yang Xuan, but I didn't expect that you could really be together in the end." The wind outside the window blew Ying Hui's voice away, and the rest of the voice seemed gentle and soft, "Are you counting?" 'If you never forget, there will be echoes'?"

After listening to her, Tang Junhe said after a moment of silence: "Actually, we were together in high school."

A trace of surprise flashed across Ying Hui's face, she quickly turned her face to the side and glanced at Tang Junhe, she didn't speak for a while, as if she was recalling the clues of the past, she thought for a long time, "No wonder."

"No wonder what?" Tang Junhe asked.

"I always thought that Yang Xuan was very kind to you. At that time, I was still thinking, why did I like Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan was so indifferent to me? Is it just because you are his younger brother? Thinking about it now, it is because he also likes you. You. If a person like Yang Xuan doesn't like you, he will just stay away from you. He is the person who doesn't like to make trouble for himself."

After hearing her finish, Tang Junhe just said "it's not that simple", and didn't explain anything further.

At this time the car drove into the hospital gate, he and Ying Hui thanked each other, opened the car door and hurried towards the inpatient building.

Ying Hui sat in the car and stopped in front of the inpatient building for a while, and couldn't help but think about what happened in high school. Tang Junhe said that they had been together in high school, which was indeed beyond her expectations.

A few minutes later, she turned the car around with the steering wheel, and a black Land Rover drove into the direction of the gate. She had seen this car when she came out of the bar.

She parked the car on the spot and looked in the rearview mirror, as expected, but after a while, Yang Xuan stepped out of the car, and the surrogate driver who was sitting in the driver's seat also opened the door at this time, they said a few words, Yang Xuan Accompanying the substitute driver walked a few steps towards the gate, and then stopped a few steps away from Ying Hui's car.

Yang Xuan is tall and needs to bow slightly when shaking hands with the driver. The boy ten years ago has now grown into an adult. Ying Hui suddenly remembered the appearance of Yang Xuan's father, Yang Chengchuan. Ten years ago, the girls secretly discussed Yang Chengchuan on TV. At that time, a girl beside her said that Yang Xuan was actually a bit like Yang Chengchuan, and maybe she would grow up to look like Yang Chengchuan in the future.

At that time, Ying Hui probably knew something about Yang Xuan's family. She didn't like the handsome deputy mayor of Runcheng on TV, and she couldn't imagine what Yang Xuan would become in the future, but the only thing she could be sure of was One point is, Yang Xuan will definitely not become another Yang Chengchuan. Thinking of this, she said it very rudely at that time, and almost quarreled with that girl because of it.

Thinking about it now, the few words he choked back then were not completely impulsive, and Yang Xuan would indeed not become the second Yang Chengchuan. Today's Yang Xuan looks mature and sharp, without a trace of the sleek and sophisticated look of Yang Chengchuan back then.

Returning is still a teenager, this sentence flashed in her mind.

The driver walked out of the hospital gate, Yang Xuan looked in Ying Hui's direction. Ying Hui realized that he had seen her car, so she opened the door and got out of the car.

She was standing by the car, Yang Xuan walked towards her, and asked naturally like an ordinary friend: "How long has it been?"

"About a few minutes," Ying Hui said, "I've tried my best to drive as fast as possible."

"Thank you." Yang Xuan said again.

Ying Hui tilted her head slightly, looked at him and asked, "In what capacity are you thanking me for him? Brother? Or lover?"

Yang Xuan looked a little surprised, as if he didn't expect her to know their relationship, but soon he smiled: "Can't they be at the same time?"

"You really haven't changed much, Yang Xuan." Ying Hui also laughed, and then said, "But, think about it carefully, it seems that I won't be too surprised by what you do... I'm getting married soon, and I'm going to discuss with you. A blessing is not too much, right?" She stretched out a hand as she spoke.

"Of course," Yang Xuan shook hands politely and briefly before leaving, looked at her and said, "I wish you happiness."

"Thank you," Ying Hui said, "You too."

After she said this, the cell phone in the car rang, and the ring came through the unclosed car door, "Then I'm going back." She opened the door and got in the car, picked up the cell phone and saw that the caller was Ding Li When she called, she said goodbye to Yang Xuan while answering the phone, and drove the car out of the hospital gate.

The patient's chest was penetrated by a thin steel pipe, and the wound was very close to the aorta. Xue Yuanshan and Tang Junhe performed thoracoscopic surgery on both sides at the same time. After one and a half hours, the operation was successful and the patient was out of danger.

Tang Junhe put the hemostat back on the surgical instrument tray, turned his head sideways, and the nurse at the side immediately wiped his sweat.

After closing the chest, Xue Yuanshan went out of the operating room first to deal with other matters. Tang Junhe explained to the nurse in the operating room what to do next while taking off the surgical gown: "24-hour heart rate monitoring, remember to measure the drainage flow when you wake up tomorrow morning."

The nurses responded one by one, he took off his mask, called Yang Xuan, and walked back to the duty room.

When the phone was connected, Tang Junhe said, "Brother, I finished the operation, where are you?"

"Walk around, go pick you up now?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Okay, I want to go to the duty room to take a shower, and I sweat a lot." Tang Junhe tugged at the neckline T-shirt with his hands, and whispered into the phone.

The penetrating chest injury operation just now was quite tricky, so that Tang Junhe was sweating after the operation. He went to the bathroom to take off his clothes, and then stood under the shower to take a shower.

He washed quickly, and when he was wiping his body with a towel, there was a knock on the door outside. He thought it was a nurse who came to find something to do with him, so he took the T-shirt lying aside, and saw that it was splashed with water, and he felt a little disgusted Put it back, then reached out and took a clean white coat from the hanger, put it on, took the black trousers and asked outside the door: "What's the matter?"

"It's me." Yang Xuan's voice came from behind a wooden door.

Tang Junhe was about to bend down to put on his trousers, when he heard Yang Xuan's voice, he put his trousers on the hanger, gathered the white coat in front of him, and walked to the door to open it for him. He stood behind the door and let the door cover his bare legs so that no one passing by could see him—diskempt, which is a taboo for doctors.

"Washed?" Yang Xuan walked in and stroked his wet hair.

"Okay," Tang Junhe closed the door, threw himself on Yang Xuan and hugged him, "You came so fast, brother."

"I received a message on the way here." Yang Xuan wrapped his arms loosely around his waist, looked down at him, "Guess who sent it?"

"Ren Zekai?" Tang Junhe knew it as soon as he thought about it.

Yang Xuan smiled, without saying yes or no, he bowed and picked Tang Junhe up, walked a few steps forward, and put him on the desk.

"What did you post?" Tang Junhe sat on the desk, looked at him with his chin slightly raised and asked.

"You're still curious?" Yang Xuan squeezed his chin with a little strength.

Tang Junhe smiled at him and said, "Isn't it possible?"

Yang Xuan smiled and put the phone in his palm: "Look for yourself."

Tang Junhe opened the chat interface and saw that Ren Zekai sent a sentence: "Dr. Tang's operation went well?" followed by another sentence, "Should I continue to come out to drink after the operation? It feels like your brother is next to you, and you are not particularly relaxed." what."

Tang Junhe replied on Yang Xuan's mobile phone: "Is there any?"

"Isn't it?" The other side quickly replied, "And your brother is here, so I don't dare to let go and flirt with you~"

Tang Junhe quickly typed a line: "My brother is watching us send messages right now."

There was a series of ellipsis back there, and there was no movement for a long time.

Tang Junhe turned to look at Yang Xuan, who was leaning on the table and flipping through a medical magazine, which was just sent by the magazine today. The paper that Mai Ze mentioned was published in this journal. Xue Yuanshan was the first author and he was the second author.

Tang Junhe turned the phone over and put it on the magazine, and showed it to Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan glanced at the screen: "News again."

Tang Junhe took the phone, and saw Ren Zekai sent another sentence: "...Your brother still cares about your dating?"

Yang Xuan closed the magazine and put it on the table, stood in front of him, stretched one hand between his legs, gently pulled the heel of one of his legs, separated his legs, and then stretched his hand into the open door. He kneaded his waist in his white coat and said, "You will give me a 'yes'."

Tang Junhe quickly sent a line back, put the phone on the table, raised his head and kissed Yang Xuan.

"Dress like this on purpose?" Yang Xuan folded one of his legs and pressed it between their bodies, stretching his fingers under him.

"Guess." Tang Junhe's breathing was a little unsteady, he put his arms around Yang Xuan's neck, and buried his face in his chest.

"Could it be possible to dress like this to see a patient, huh?" Yang Xuan whispered next to his ear, "Doctor Tang?"

Tang Junhe's face was burning badly, and his breathing was very hot, and he was a little hypoxic as he fled in the narrow space. Yang Xuan supported his chin with his hands, letting him expose his face and kiss him.

He sat on the desk, with one arm around Yang Xuan, and the other hand tightly grasping the edge of the desk, enduring the backlash in his body.

When he ejaculated, there was another knock on the door, and at the same time the nurse in the operating room called him: "Doctor Tang, are you asleep?"

Tang Junhe woke up immediately, and Yang Xuan also slowed down, listening to the voice outside the door.

Tang Junhe collected himself, and asked in a steady voice, "What's the matter?"

"Doctor Tang, Director Xue is not here, please sign the patient's operation order."

"Wait a minute." Tang Junhe rested his head on Yang Xuan's shoulder and said softly, "Brother..."

The open white coat nakedly exposed Tang Junhe's desire, his **** rapidly swelled with blood, and stood straight up. Yang Xuan covered his **** with his palms, and twirled his thumbs around the edge of the glans.

The most sensitive place was touched by the thin calluses on the fingertips, and Tang Junhe was stimulated to straighten his waist. Yang Xuan pinched his jaw lightly, forcing him to raise his head, then lowered his head and kissed his chest, while holding his **** with the other hand and slowly moving up and down, Tang Junhe raised his head and panted impatiently .

The body of the stem was soon wet and greasy, Yang Xuan let go of his jaw, put his palm on the back of his head, raised his head and kissed him, and tried to put his fingers into his body: "Is there anything that can be lubricated?"

The slight pain of being invaded made Tang Junhe wake up a little bit. He fumbled and took a box of Vaseline on the table and handed it to Yang Xuan: "Use this..."

Yang Xuan unscrewed the lid of the box, dug out some ointment with his fingers, first pressed around the acupuncture point, then pressed his **** in, and slowly probed into the hot and humid tunnel: "Does it hurt?"

Tang Junhe didn't speak, and looked at his Adam's apple that moved slightly when he was speaking, then leaned his upper body to hook Yang Xuan's neck, leaned over to lick his Adam's apple, and groped with one hand to untie his pants. buckle.

His hand touched Yang Xuan's hard and hot **** through the underwear, and the protruding tendons on it could be clearly felt. He reached in along the edge of the underwear and held the angry penis.

Yang Xuan's breathing gradually became heavy, his fingers were pulled out from Tang Junhe's body, he held the hand he was masturbating for himself, pressed his thumb on his shaft, and pushed the head of the glans to the opening of his acupuncture point.

Tang Junhe felt the huge **** in the palm of his hand beating slightly, vigorous as if it had life, he was a little embarrassed, and wanted to take his hand out, but Yang Xuan's fingers clasped him tightly, leading him to hold it The hot **** entered his body.

The glans pressed against the opening of the acupuncture point and penetrated inch by inch. Yang Xuan held his fingers and touched the area around the opening. The place had been smoothed out, and the white paste was pushed out by the tight opening. Tang Junhe just glanced down. , and his cheeks burned up.

Yang Xuan's hand was pressed on his back waist, and he moved violently, most of his **** were submerged, Tang Junhe suddenly let out a short "ah", but he soon realized that he was in the duty room, and immediately bit his lip. Let yourself have a voice.

Yang Xuan didn't intend to give him a buffer time, one hand supported his waist, the other hand held his thigh, straightened his waist and thrust quickly.

"Slow down," Tang Junhe caught off guard against the collision in his body, his upper body leaned back, his voice broke, "Slow down bro..."

Yang Xuan didn't slow down immediately, and quickly pushed it more than a dozen times, then pulled out his genitals, looked at Tang Junhe, and asked in a low voice: "Know that person is coming?"

"Which," Tang Junhe lost his mind by the top, and asked with blank eyes before reacting, and whispered, "How is it possible..."

"What is this?" Yang Xuan let go of the hand holding his thigh, propped it on the edge of the table, pulled out his **** again, then pushed it deeply, looked at him and asked, "Blind date or friendship?"

"Brother..." Tang Junhe held Yang Xuan's forearm tightly and called him almost begging for mercy.

Yang Xuan lifted his waist and brought him into his arms. He pushed his **** hard, and the whole root submerged, and the pleasure exploded along the spine in an instant. Tang Junhe trembled all over, and then pressed him tightly He hugged Yang Xuan and leaned on his shoulder.

Yang Xuan almost picked him up, bumped against him constantly, turned his face to look at him: "Is this how you learned to drink before?"

"No," Tang Junhe couldn't help sobbing when he was pushed in again, "No..."

Yang Xuan put him back on the table, freed one hand to hold his genital condom, and kept pumping the top of his body, the top of Tang Junhe's **** continuously overflowed with transparent body fluid, dripping into Yang Xuan's hand superior.

Yang Xuan leaned down to kiss him, put the tip of his tongue into his slightly parted lips, and kissed him deeply.

Footsteps sounded from time to time in the corridor. Even though he was not on duty tonight, Tang Junhe still instinctively tightened his nerves. The sensitive points in his body were continuously hit, and the pleasure accumulated particularly quickly in a tense state. Tang Junhe He felt that he was about to ejaculate, and he bit his lower lip, for fear that he would not be able to help crying out.

"Want to ejaculate?" Yang Xuan tightened the hand holding his **** and asked.

"Well," Tang Junhe leaned on his shoulder, turned his face to look at him and whispered, "Brother, kiss me..."

Yang Xuan lowered his head to kiss him, the frequency of collisions and the speed of his hands gradually accelerated, Tang Junhe's body began to convulse, he hugged Yang Xuan tightly, tried his best to restrain his moaning, his rapid breathing brought out Unbearable and sticky nasal sound.

After Yang Xuan violently and quickly thrusted dozens of times, he suddenly pulled out the whole root, then held his waist, and pushed in hard, Tang Junhe suddenly let out a muffled groan, and then shot out a shot from the mouth of the bell. A white-hot liquid. Yang Xuan fiddled with his **** up and down, and small streams of **** gushed out, part of which flowed down the shaft to the base of his thighs.

"Brother," Tang Junhe buried his face in Yang Xuan's neck, the intense pleasure made his voice tinge with a hint of crying, "Brother..."

"Huh?" The tunnel that experienced **** kept convulsing and contracting. Yang Xuan pressed his back and pressed him into his arms, lowered his head and sucked his lower lip. He felt the aftertaste of the **** in Tang Junhe's body and slowed down. The frequency of thrusting, slowly twitching the penis.

The body after **** is extremely sensitive, and every grinding of the **** in the body seems to be extremely clear, Tang Junhe whimpered unconsciously, and at this moment, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door, and at the same time there was a knock on the door and The nurse's voice came through the door: "Dr. Tang, are you asleep?"

Tang Junhe suddenly woke up with a jolt, and Yang Xuan also slowed down, listening to the voice outside the door.

Tang Junhe collected himself, because he was worried about something urgent, he raised his head and tried to steady his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Doctor Tang, Director Xue is not here, please sign the patient's operation order."

Tang Junhe raised his head slightly to look at Yang Xuan, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and called him softly: "Brother..."

"Hold you over there?" Yang Xuan held his waist and lowered his voice.

"Don't be kidding me brother..." Tang Junhe's mind was awakened from desire, but the expression on his face was still emotional, not only his face was completely red, but the white skin all over his body was bloody, bright red The lower lip was slightly swollen, and he looked at Yang Xuan like this, with the innocent and seductive look on his face when he was young.

The nurse outside the door couldn't wait for any movement, and asked again: "Doctor Tang?"

"Can't you sign tomorrow?" Yang Xuan wiped the shiny saliva on his lower lip with his thumb, and asked in a low voice as he pulled it out of his body.

"But I made a noise just now." Tang Junhe's legs had already been taken off the table, and he jumped off with one hand supporting the table. When the two legs touched the ground, his legs softened and his knees bent. Yang Xuan reached out to support his shoulders.

"Is it okay to sign later?" Yang Xuan raised his voice at this time, speaking to the door.

Tang Junhe didn't expect him to make a sound suddenly, and looked up at him in surprise.

"Ah?" Hearing another strange voice outside the door, he was also taken aback for a moment.

"I'm his brother," Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to pull Tang Junhe over, and said in a normal voice, "Doctor Tang is taking a bath."

"Oh...then," he seemed to hesitate for a moment outside the door, and then said, "Then wait for Dr. Tang to wash up before signing." Then the footsteps were heard, and they gradually became farther away, and there was no movement.

"You still want to go out like this?" Yang Xuan reached into Tang Junhe's white coat, touched his thigh, and then wiped the **** rubbed by his fingers onto Tang Junhe's lower lip.

Only then did Tang Junhe realize that the **** on his thigh was still flowing downward, he subconsciously bit his lower lip, tasted the taste of his semen, it was a little salty, he hooked Yang Xuan's neck, raised his head and took the initiative to stick it She kissed him on the lips: "Will she believe that you are my brother?"

Yang Xuan didn't hide, and kissed him with his lower lip in his mouth: "I'll just sign with you later."

"Brother, have you tasted anything?" A cunning flashed in Tang Junhe's eyes.

"I have tasted it." Yang Xuan smiled, pulled him over and pressed him on the table, opened his white coat and entered him from behind. The acupuncture point has just been manipulated and it has become soft and soft. This time it entered smoothly. Yang Xuan squeezed his **** in with a slight push.

Tang Junhe was so pushed that he trembled all over, turned his head, and asked incoherently, "That... what does it taste like?"

"Didn't you also taste it?" Yang Xuan lowered his head and kissed the side of his neck, "Your taste."

After he finished speaking, he fixed Tang Junhe in his arms with his arms, straightened his waist and pushed hard, every time he hit the deepest part of his body, hitting the most sensitive point, Tang Junhe's legs were so weak that he almost paralyzed Falling down, both hands weakly supported the edge of the table, bearing the impact from Yang Xuan behind him.

The quick thrusting made a slight popping sound from the impact of the pouch, mixed with the faint sound of water, Tang Junhe's back was pressed against Yang Xuan's chest, feeling his scorching body temperature, which made him feel He has an indescribable sense of security.

Yang Xuan no longer intends to control the frequency, and pushes fiercely and quickly, every time he penetrates to the bottom, Tang Junhe is close to collapse, and is thrust out in the pleasure of being almost incontinent, the **** is more rapid than last time, the back point There was a violent convulsion, he was gasping for breath, his chest heaving unceasingly.

He felt that the **** buried in his body was as hard as an iron rod, and the frequency of the penetration was getting faster and faster, each time getting deeper and heavier. After a burst of rapid impact, Yang Xuan's arm suddenly tightened, as if he was going to force it. Embed Tang Junhe into his body, then thrust upwards suddenly, accompanied by a restrained muffled groan, and shot into Tang Junhe's body.