The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Fu Yanhan, a legendary figure in the field of ophthalmology, shines brightly like a bright meteor, illuminating the world, but disappears in the night in an instant.

There is very little information about him on the Internet, not even a photo. Most of it is a glimpse of his superb medical skills from the messages left by patients.

Song Jiu didn't know Dr. Fu's address, so he had to use the stupidest method. He waited outside the mansion of a certain group CEO for three days and nights, drinking water when he was thirsty and eating steamed buns when he was hungry.

Finally, on the fourth day, a low-key and luxurious black car arrived.

The bodyguard opened the car door and stretched out a pair of slender legs. The man was tall and handsome, as if he had just come out of the hospital. He had not yet changed out of his white coat, and was wearing white gloves on his hands.

The ink-like eyes are very deep, revealing a bit of indifference that sees through the world.

The man lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone, as if he was dealing with something important.

Behind him was a fancy-dressed, romantic young man with a nonchalant attitude and no serious appearance.

The two of them walked towards the mansion one after the other.

Song Jiu hurriedly arranged his appearance and ran forward, but was blocked by bodyguards halfway.

Seeing that the two of them were about to go in, he was extremely anxious and shouted: "Mr. Fu, please stay. I am willing to offer 15 million. Please perform an operation on my friend."

The voice was soft, warm and soft, especially pleasant to the ear, and it also had an alluring breathing sound, which made people couldn't help but listen to it a few more times.

Mr. Fu in front seemed not to hear and walked straight forward.

However, the romantic young man behind him stopped his movements, turned around and walked in his direction, stopping about five meters away.

He looked up and down at the dirty boy in front of him. He was a little dirty, but his original stunning appearance could still be vaguely seen.

He raised his chin.

sneered.

"Don't talk about fifteen million. If a fifty million check falls on the ground, my brother won't even look at it."

"I am the most compassionate person. I don't want to see a beautiful woman crying in distress. I sincerely advise you to leave quickly and don't do useless work."

Fifteen million is already Song Jiu's limit. If this is not enough, Mr. Ji's eyes really have no hope.

Live in darkness forever and never see the light.

"My friend is seriously injured. Only Mr. Fu can heal him. I beg you to help and persuade Mr. Fu. I beg you."

The young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with crystal tears, and he softly cried and begged.

That voice was soft and delicate, more seductive than any stunning woman he had ever seen.

The romantic young man was stunned for a moment, his heart felt numb, and he muttered in a low voice: He's pretty good at seducing people.

After coming back to his senses, he glanced at the young man in front of him suspiciously: "You are probably trying to set up a honey trap. I advise you to give up this idea and leave quickly."

"There is still a possibility of success in tempting me, but there is no chance of tempting this cold hell king."

"My brother is not only not close to beauty, but also has extremely severe mysophobia."

The romantic noble man winked at Song Jiu and teased.

"Little beauty, why don't you give it a try and follow me? Maybe I'll be in a better mood and I'll just put in a good word for you, and the matter will be settled."

Song Jiu didn't expect the person in front of him to be so straightforward and was stunned.

"Looking for death?"

A cold voice came from over there, as if it was repelling people thousands of miles away.

The romantic young master quickly retracted his peacock spread and touched his nose in embarrassment: "It's not there, I'm not joking."

Although Fu Yanhan was dealing with some things, he also noticed something strange behind him and listened to the entire conversation between the two.

Jian's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he ordered without raising his head: "Are the bodyguards just for a living? Why don't you kick them out?"

After receiving the order, the bodyguard grabbed Song Jiu with his strong arms and started to drag him out.

Song Jiu was completely panicked. With red eyes, he begged to the more talkative young master in front of him.

The noble prince shook his head helplessly, saying that he could not make the decision. There is no way, why call this brother of his ruthless and incompetent?

Song Jiu kept struggling, turned towards the slender and indifferent figure, and broke down crying.

"Mr. Fu, my friend really needs this operation. I beg you. Please be kind and save him. Please."

At the end of the story, the boy burst into tears and his face turned red.

The soft cry is like a hook, drawing out the dirtiest desires in people's hearts, making people want to tease her and hear more sounds.

He cried so much that he almost reacted. The romantic noble man cursed quietly and pulled the hem of his clothes in front of his face. He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Fu Yanhan raised his head after finishing his work. His handsome face was very impatient and he glanced over there unintentionally.

"Wait, stop it."

He walked over quickly, stared at Song Jiu's face, and asked bluntly: "What's your name?"

The man was very tall, at least 1.9 meters tall. He looked over with his dark eyes, which were filled with heat, as if they were staring a hole into the boy's face.

A huge shadow enveloped him, and the feeling of oppression was so strong.

Song Jiu couldn't understand the desire in the man's eyes, but he instinctively felt scared and said his name tremblingly.

Fu Yanhan took off his white gloves and stretched out his hand.

The boy's chin was lifted by a fingertip.

The man wiped away the stains on Song Jiu's face with a wet tissue. After he was done, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were burning with desire.

He didn't speak for a long time.

It's really strange.

A fetish for uncleanliness?

The romantic young master was making a fuss behind him, whistled, and said jokingly: "I don't think I really like him."

Then he came over to join in the fun.

When he saw this face, he was stunned and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

"Fuck, this...is this exactly the same as the person you are looking for? I thought that such beauty did not exist, but now I have seen it in person, it is really..."

So tempting.

Fu Yanhan was too lazy to pay attention to his bad friend, and pressed his finger on the corner of the boy's lips, acting ambiguously.

He spoke casually.

"I can perform surgery on your friend..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's clear eyes lit up and he thanked him innocently: "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

The whole face came alive because of this smile.

Fu Yanhan's eyes became dark and unclear, and he continued to finish the rest of his words.

"I don't want money."

Hearing these words, Song Jiu's smile faded away again, feeling something was wrong.

I felt uneasy.

I saw that the man raised a cruel arc, opened his thin lips slightly, and every word he said made his whole body shiver.

"The condition is that you stay with me for one night."

As if he didn't expect such a request, the young man was stunned, and his fingers pinched the hem of his clothes until it was wrinkled, as if the sky was falling.

The friend asked with a surprised look on his face: "No, are you serious? The old iron tree is blooming."

Song Jiu stood there, at a loss and didn't know where to put it.

He couldn't figure out why someone would want to sleep with a stranger they'd only met once.

I don’t know how many people are thinking about me because of that ancient scroll.

Song Jiu's mind went blank.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Fu Yanhan felt a little irritated and threw his hand away in disgust: "If you don't want to, forget it."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a small hand grabbed the man's white coat, and there were several dusty fingerprints printed on the white fabric.

The young man shed tears and agreed with tears.

Fu Yanhan curled his lips in satisfaction.

Ignoring the stains on his clothes, he picked up the young man and hurriedly walked towards the villa, leaving his friend alone in the cold wind, looking confused.

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