So You’re Such A Doctor Song

"You don't understand. The women in our country are too skinny and Mo Lun doesn't look down on them." Li Shaobin laughed.

"What do you like? I will introduce it to you," said Zhan Mingwei. "You and Shao Bin are together every day. I am afraid you will go awry."

"Hey, Zhan Mingwei, what do you mean, where am I going crooked, I'm straight", Li Shaobin deliberately stood up straight.

The three ignored him, Yan Molun looked at the sip, thought seriously, stared at the dark red liquid in his hands, and suddenly laughed, "I think it's very interesting for the woman to be dirty."

"Dirty"? Song Chuyi moved her brows slightly and coughed, "You shouldn't be more interested in this type of my wife."

"That's not interesting," Yan Molun shook her head.

Li Shaobin gave a thumbs up. "Muren's tone is really heavy, but you should go abroad to find it. Our Chinese women can't take your body."

Yan Molun coughed, "How scary is my body?"

Zhan Ming kept his face silent, "I feel scary anyway."

Yan Molun: "".

Twelve in the night.

Song Chuyi's car was parked in the parking lot for a while before Chang Qing, Zuo Yan and others came out of the elevator one after another.

The weather in the parking lot was cold, and Chang Qing went into the car swiftly. "You have waited a long time. In fact, it was said that it was not used for picking up. It is inconvenient for you to come out so late."

"Fortunately, they just played with Ming Wei and Mo Lun in the winery for a while." Song Chuyi saw that she was tired and started the car without delay.

Chang Qing was too tired to sleep next to the window with his eyes closed.

At the Guanhu Mansion, Song Chuyi did not wake her up, but just gently lifted her upstairs, and the whole process did not wake her up.

The next day Chang Qing woke up and found himself in Song Chuyi's bed without washing her face and brushing her teeth.

She got up uncomfortably, took a bath, and came out. Song Chuyi just came out of the kitchen with two bowls of ravioli, carefully, the hot soup was surging on the edge.

"I'm here, I'm here", Chang Qing hurried over to help, passed his own, and drooled when he smelled the scent. "You get up in the morning."

"No, it was packed when my mom came a few days ago, and I kept some in the refrigerator," Song Chuyi said lightly.

"Oh," Chang Qing took a sip of fresh soup and looked up suddenly and said, "Yes, you said you brought me a gift, but I haven't given it to me yet."

Song Chuyi shook her head, remembering such things clearly.

He got up and went into the room, and later took out a long string of rosewood rosewood rosary from the room.

Chang Qing's mouth froze, "Why do you send me this kind of thing, it feels like giving it to the elderly"?

"I don't know what to bring to you, I think this is very good", Song Chuyi put it on the table, "you have white skin, it must look good with this."

Although Chang Qing was unwilling, but after listening to his praise, he still made a few laps on his wrist. It really looks good. Sure enough, the old-fashioned things will be foreign to fashionable people, just like he wears a bead.

She squinted at the Huanghuali bead on his hand, and suddenly frowned, "You should write to the Buddha."

"No," Song Chuyi said lightly, "It's just that my grandpa used to like these. I used to accompany him to buy them, and I also looked good when I looked at them, and I was in the hospital every day, so overcast, it would be better to take this."

Chang Qing's eyes widened, "I didn't expect you to believe this."

"Credible or credible," Song Chuyi glanced at her blankly.

Chang Qing put out her tongue, "Okay, then I'll just accept this gift, right, what do you plan to do with your work?"

"After finding a relationship, I hope to be able to enter the Beicheng Affiliated Hospital, but I can't make it. I plan to start a hospital myself," Song Chuyi said softly.

"Founding"? Chang Qing took a breath and said, "You have so much money?"

"Of course, this is the next best thing," Song Chuyi said, "It is too troublesome to set up a hospital, and the risks are great. It should be able to enter the Beicheng Affiliated Hospital."

"I also find it very troublesome to start up. I think you are busy every day when you go to work. Isn't it even more busy to start up?" Chang Qing said with a delicate voice, "I want you to stay with me".

Song Chuyi shook her head with a spoon.

After breakfast, Chang Qing immediately rushed to the TV station for a meeting, and scheduled the show late into the night.

It was Christmas in the blink of an eye, and Chang Qing was awakened by the alarm clock to Song Chuyi early in the morning, "Chu Chu, Merry Christmas".

"Well," Song Chuyi was annoyed by her cell phone alarm clock and reached for it. She had more than a dozen text messages sent in the morning, including Fu Yu's.

"Open it," Song Chuyi said.

Chang Qing also saw Fu Yu's text message and felt guilty. He went to get his mobile phone. "Is there anything good?"

"No," Song Chu Yijun's face was cold, and she looked at her with majestic eyes, "Password".

Chang Qing could only say the password under intimidation.

"This is your bank password, too," Song Chuyi said coolly.

"No," Chang Qing was embarrassed, well, he guessed right.

"It's impossible for someone like you with a single cell", Song Chuyi opened a text message, not only Fu Yu but also Lin Yuetu and Zuo Zhe.

Well, this goblin is quite masculine.

Zuo Zhe is a simple Merry Christmas, but Lin Yuelin ’s text message is like this: China should have already passed the wee hours at this time, Changqing, Merry Christmas, I am glad to meet you.

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Fu Yu: Qingbao, Merry Christmas, the weather is cold, pay attention to keep warm, I went to Europe on a business trip and I brought you a scarf and put it in the Yan family. Remember to try it on.

Chang Qing guilty of covering her face, "Is it just a scarf?"

Song Chuyi patted her hips twice, "You are not allowed to wear the scarf he sent."

"You are too overbearing. If you don't give me a gift, you don't want me to use someone else", Chang Qing snorts, "What about my Christmas gift?"

Song Chuyi glanced at her open palm, and said with a hoarse voice in the morning, "Is it your best Christmas gift?"

Chang Qing blinked, then got up from him, and gave him a very cold back.

Song Chuyi sighed, women are so realistic.

So when wearing clothes, Chang Qing drummed his cheeks and said nothing to him.

To fully prove that she was angry, he stared at him before leaving the room.

I just walked out and saw the pink roses, chocolates and necklace boxes on the table.

She remembered that she hadn't had it before going to bed last night.

Could it be.

She turned back and Song Chuyi said with a smile: "I can't think of any ideas for gifts, so I have to surprise you, like it or not."

Chang Qing's delicate lips are slightly raised, not only like it, but she really likes it.

Although the gift was not creative, it was the first birthday gift she received from her husband.

I remember when I was in junior high school, I had a crush on Fu Yu. Every Christmas, I expected Fu Yu to give her a gift, but then it was a card. Later, when I was in high school, Fu Yu gave her chocolate. Do n’t worry about how sweet it was at that time.

But at that time, she was not a boyfriend. Sometimes she was lost, but she couldn't help it.

Now that her own legitimate husband doesn't give away, she can be angry.

"Go open the necklace box and see," Song Chuyi reminded in her ear.

Chang Qing glanced at him, walked over, punched it, there was a diamond pendant with a sun pendant inside, and a small note next to it, which was a Junyi handwriting written by a black pen: from now on, you are my little sun.

Looking at that line of words, Chang Qing felt as sweet as eating nectar, and moved.

Unexpectedly, Song Chuchu would write such nasty words.

But she likes it.

"Come, I'll put it on you", Song Chuyi took out the necklace, gently opened her long hair around her neck, and buckled it.

Chang Qing looked down at the necklace, and sweetly whispered, "Good-looking."

"Merry Christmas", Song Chuyi hugged her tightly from behind.

"Merry Christmas"

He hugged her to sit at the table, just like enjoying breakfast, slowly trying to start her.

But unfortunately, Chang Qing's mobile phone rang soon, and she apologized and embarrassedly pushed him away. "Sorry, I want to record a program this morning."

Song Chuyi's handsome face was unhappy.

Chang Qing kissed his chin, "I'll be with you at night."

"Really"? Song Chuyi raised her eyebrows.

"Um," Chang Qing shyly went to the room to answer the phone.

Sure enough, the TV station has already urged it.

Today, Chang Qing recorded three shows and live broadcast in the evening.

Until busy at twelve in the night, she got tired from the TV station, and Song Chuyi wore a trench coat and waited for her in the parking lot.

After receiving her long and tired shower, she was too lazy to wash and went straight to bed, apologizing and said, "Chu Chu, I have no energy to accompany you, tomorrow."

"OK", Song Chuyi did not force her.

Just after she woke up full sleep the next day, hugged her into the bathroom to take a shower, and kissed her under the shower while washing, there was no gap between them.

But he didn't want her, after helping her clean, he took her out and took out a tt from the drawer.

Chang Qing shuddered into the bed, "Why do you use that again?"

"Don't you say you want to get pregnant during your honeymoon? If you are pregnant now, then you won't be able to go out for your honeymoon." Song Chuyi sneered and quickly went into the bed.

Chang Qing blushed out of it with a flushed face and was pulled in again.

There was a north wind outside, and the air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom. Chang Qing rarely took a day off and didn't go to work. He accompanied him to toss until noon, and Song Chuyi got up to cook lunch.

Chang Qinglai had no strength in bed. He called her several times in the kitchen and didn't come out. In the end, he had to go to the room and call her, "Dine."

"People don't want to get up," Chang Qing rolled over lazily, his face half sunk into the quilt, half exposed, big eyes blinking lazily, "I want you to feed."

Song Chuyi sighed, "Are you a child, don't be coquettish, how old are you?"

"No matter what, I want you to feed", she rolled around the quilt and continued to coquettishly.