Chapter 1672 - Drinking and Spitting the Truth (17)

There was a knock on the door outside, and then the door opened, and the young nurse stood at the door, looked at Lu Yinan, and said softly: "Doctor Lu, there are two patients in the back." ”

Lu Yinan was in a very impetuous mood, and he was not in the mood to work, and this state was not suitable for treating patients.

Thinking about it, he asked the nurse, "Is Dr. Jiang off work next door?" ”

The nurse shook her head, "No." ”

Lu Yinan said, "Transfer it to Dr. Jiang, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable." ”

"Okay." The nurse nodded in response, then went out, closing the door again.

Lu Yinan rested one arm on the arm of the chair, dragged his forehead with the back of his hand, and put the other hand on the table, his fingers knocking on the table carelessly.

Just now, he was in the fear of being abandoned by the whole world.

Now he is resentful and depressed.

Zhou Shuang, the ruthless woman, he didn't think about it for her during this time, and she lost almost ten pounds.

Sleepless nights.

She was still in the mood to eat and drink with others.

He Lu Yinan has read countless women, as long as he has one look, there will be countless women scrambling to squeeze around him.

That scoundrel, who had children with him, had lived together under the same roof for so many years, and he didn't even have the slightest illusion about him.

Lu Yinan thought, looked down at himself up and down, reached out and pulled open the collar again, and glanced inside, his brows furrowed even higher.

Because she once despised his figure, he has been insisting on exercising and fitness in the past few years.

Several times he deliberately dangled shirtless in front of her, and she turned a blind eye to it, without the slightest thought.

With his conditions, even if he doesn't fall in love, he doesn't even want to sleep.

This...... It's not scientific.

Recalling the experience of breaking into Zhou Shuang's room again and again, Young Master Lu felt miserable.

They always despise him for not being a man and not taking the initiative, in such a situation, what's the use of him taking the initiative?

Even if you kneel in front of her with pigeon eggs and 999 roses to propose, people will not look at them.

The more he thought about it, the more sad and pitiful he felt, he reached out and pulled open the drawer, took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and smoked depressedly.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up.

There is a WeChat message that shows that Yan Rusheng sent a small video.

Lu Yinan hurriedly reached out and took the phone, opened WeChat, and watched the video sent by Lu Yinan.

The video is only four seconds, and the door of a super five-star hotel in the city center flashes in the video, and Lu Yinan's eyes light up.

Immediately threw the cigarette he had just smoked two puffs into the ashtray, got up, took his coat, and left in a hurry.

……

The medium-sized box is luxuriously decorated, with soft carpets, and it is easy and comfortable to step on.

There was already a waiter waiting at the door, and when he entered the door, Zhou Shuang turned to the waiter and said, "Let's serve the food now." ”

When she booked the box, she had already ordered the dishes.

The waiter nodded respectfully, "Okay." ”

Yan Rusheng first helped Xu Xu pull out a chair, and only after Xu Xu sat down did he take off his blazer.

The waiter immediately came over and took his coat away and hung it up.

Yan Rusheng sat down next to Xuxu, then looked at Zhou Shuang, who sat down at about the same time as him, and said with a slight smile: "This meal, I have to eat up your two months' salary." ”

Zhou Shuang also smiled, "Yes, why don't you treat you?" ”

"I'm in for a treat." Yan Rusheng readily agreed, and then shrugged his shoulders, "Just go back and find Lu Yinan for reimbursement." ”

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