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MTL - I Have Everything You Like-Chapter 37 ,fairy tale
Here, Wang Jin took Yanrong to his office, and before he said a few words, the patient's family came to him, so he let Yanrong stay in the office, and said : "My tablet is in the drawer, and there are snacks in it. You can play for a while."
Yan Rong didn't want to play, he brewed all night and one morning to tell Wang Jin that he fell in love with him.
This is so important.
After Wang Jin left, he sat upright on the chair, with his hands in the pockets of his sports jacket, and he organized the language of love many times.
Ten minutes passed and Wang Jin hadn't come back, he started to feel bored.
What language do you need to organize? Just tell Wang Jin directly, Wang Jin will definitely be very happy, Wang Jin must have long known that the relationship between them is love.
He took it for granted, and was full of confidence in Wang Jin and love.
Wang Jin never came back, so he moved behind Wang Jin's desk and opened the drawer to get the tablet.
side, still new.
He looked at it and thought that these should be small gifts from others to Wang Jin, who will give chocolate, candy, cherry blossom-flavored hand cream, is it a girl? Either a female doctor or a female nurse, or else there are female patients. Wang Jin has a handsome face and a good figure, and he is very gentle to everyone. Whether it is intentional or not, there will always be people who eat that way and can easily seduce people.
Cut.
He opened the chocolate box, took one, and ate it. Just now Wang Jin said he could eat it.
With sweet chocolate in his mouth, he took the top notebook and flipped through it, just flipping it a few times, a piece of paper folded in half fell out.
It was the love letter he wrote to Wang Jin.
Wang Jin used a pencil to help him correct two typos, "in all fairness, you are really good" "by", "to put it succinctly, I just like you so much" "ought" .
He is a little happy and a little shy. This book is full of Wang Jin's work minutes. When looking at the date, he will often open it to record some things. This love letter is in it. Wang Jin has read it. Did he write his love words many times?
…Why is it so badly written? He could have written better.
Wang Jin finally came back near noon, and Yanrong sat in his office chair watching the Chinese Bridge.
"Is there a lot of work to do?" Yan Rong was actually not reconciled, but still said, "Then I'd better go home, I won't affect you here."
Wang Jin took off his white coat and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I'm off work."
Yan Rong happily put down the tablet and stood up, and said, "Really? Don't you want to work an extra day today?"
Wang Jin said: "I changed it with my colleague."
Yan Rong smiled, walked slowly to Wang Jin's side, and said, "Is it to date me?"
Wang Jin just smiled and put on his coat without answering.
Yan Rong asked and answered: "Yes, yes."
Wang Jin echoed: "Yes, yes."
Yan Rong stood on tiptoe, kissed Wang Jin's lips, then raised his face and smiled at Wang Jin, very energetic and proud.
Wang Jin lowered his head, closed his eyes, and kissed him naturally.
They went to have lunch first. During dinner, the two chose a movie that was being shown together, booked the tickets, left the restaurant and went straight to the cinema.
Because it is a weekend, there is no good place for temporary booking. But this is a new Disney movie. Yan Rong is a big fan of Disney. It was a pleasure to watch movies with Wang Jin, so even if he was sitting in a bad position in the corner, there were still children chatting in the theater, but he still felt that More than an hour passed too quickly, and the movie was still unfinished, and he couldn't lean on Wang Jin's shoulder enough.
When he got up from his seat and left, he was still a little disappointed, it would be great if it could be like this forever, enjoy a very good fairy tale, and have a very good lover beside him, It's so good, it's better than the movie.
After coming out of the theater, the two returned to Wang Jin's house, and it was less than 4:30 in the afternoon.