Dr. Jiang Is Pregnant With His Nemesis's Child

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There was something furry against Jiang Xu's chest, and he pushed it irritably, only to hear Shen Fangyu humming a few times.

"You usually look thin, but when you lift it...why is it so heavy?"

"You're fucking...he's heavy." Jiang Xu pushed his head up, and under the influence of alcohol, the two of them even talked intermittently.

"You can't...Jiang Xu," Shen Fangyu spread out on the pillow, swinging his arms to the side of the bed, "You only drank a little...you got drunk, no wonder Zhong Lan...has a crush on you."

Jiang Xu was very dizzy. When he heard the words, he slapped Shen Fangyu on the face and covered his mouth, "Your face...was so hot that you could boil an egg. Do you think...you're not drunk?"

"I'm not drunk..." The drunk waved his hand, "I won't pour a thousand cups."

Xu Shi was drunk, and Jiang Xu talked more. Hearing this, he let out a "squeak", "It doesn't matter if you don't pour a thousand cups or just one cup, anyway, Zhong Lan... doesn't like you."

Shen Fangyu, who was murdered, rubbed his face, "Zhong Lan..." He muttered, as if he was caught in some memory, "I suddenly remembered, Jiang Xu... I am because of you, Lian Banhua confessed to me back then. They all declined."

"You thought...you were the only one suffering," Jiang Xu said, "When I graduated...I received dozens of love letters just to have **** with you...I didn't even have time to open them."

"So why on earth are you flirting with me?"

"Why don't you ask...Ask yourself?"

The two men who had been living and dying so far became more and more angry. Under the blessing of alcohol, they didn't know who made the move first, and suddenly they wrestled into a ball, wishing they could send each other to see Xitian directly.

Fortunately, his mind was not so clear, and his eyes could not see clearly. Nine times out of ten, he missed the right position. After being tired for a long time, Jiang Xu's tie had already been torn loose, and the button did not know where it fell, revealing a piece of Cold white neck.

He leaned against the head of the bed and pressed the bridge of his nose repeatedly. Shen Fangyu, who had punched for a long time, collapsed on the bed with his eyes closed, panting.

After a while, he seemed to sigh with emotion: "Emotions are really metaphysics. I never thought about it... Zhong Lan is gay." He closed his eyes, probably because he felt that the overhead light of the hotel was too dazzling, and he turned it off with a "snap" sound. As for the headlights, only two warm yellow sleep lamps by the bed are left.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Xu, and suddenly remembered the man in the bar just now, "I said...you are also gay, right?"

With a punch in the lower abdomen, Jiang Xu broke his joints, half-raised his eyelids, and gave him a cold look, "I'm 1.88 meters, even if I'm gay...I'm still 1."

He was so drunk that he didn't even know what he was talking about. If he sobered up, he would realize that he had been led into a pit by Shen Fangyu's nonsense.

Fortunately, Shen Fangyu was also half asleep and half awake, and didn't find any huge loopholes in his words. Instead, he grasped the numbers sensitively, and subconsciously said, "I'm 1.88.4 meters tall."

Jiang Xu: "I'm 1.88.43 meters."

Who doesn't know how to count decimals.

"Ha," Shen Fangyu suddenly laughed, "I'm 1.88.44 meters."

"Damn—" Jiang Xu glared at him, but Shen Fangyu got more and more upward, "Not only am I taller than you, believe it or not, I'm also taller than you in everything."