In the panic, I looked at the pair of trembling, proud and erect Yingying, a pair of huge soft and cute breasts, and the shy and bright red strawberry in bud.

Zhang Maomao felt that there was a strong swelling underneath, which made him lower his head, not daring to take another look. He quickly tried to find a way to help her put it on, but he would still touch Wang Qingcheng's plump flesh from time to time.

After putting on Wang Qingcheng's tattooed chest, Zhang Maomao's lower part was already as hard as iron, but this time he was not as impulsive as before, so he could only clean up the scene quickly.

While Zhang Maomao was helping her get dressed, Wang Qingcheng became more and more awake. She had been secretly paying attention to Zhang Maomao's movements and suppressed expression. Seeing his nervous impulses from time to time, she

He was so scared and worried that Wang Qingcheng almost wanted to speak out, but when he thought of what happened just now, Wang Qingcheng's face turned red.

"I'll take you back to sleep!" Zhang Maomao's words made Wang Qingcheng, who was drowsy with his eyes closed, raise his eyebrows. He didn't know how to describe the feelings in his heart. He suddenly wanted to open his eyes.

The urge to open their eyes but not daring to open them made the two of them feel awkward except for being embarrassed. There was nothing else to describe it.[

When Wang Qingcheng was embarrassed, she still vaguely felt a pair of hands picking her up. Of course she knew that it was Zhang Maomao who was carrying her back to the room, but she did not dare to open her eyes and look at Zhang Maomao.

Maomao continued to pretend to be asleep. At this time, she was already a bit drunk and her head must be dizzy. However, she could feel that Zhang Maomao's movements were very gentle, because she was afraid that she would wake up from her sleep.

This made Wang Qingcheng's heart feel sweet for a while, and she couldn't help but rest her head on Zhang Maomao's chest, smelling the breath that should belong to a gentle man like him, and hearing his "thumping" heartbeat.

, Wang Qingcheng also became a little obsessed.

Picking up Wang Qingcheng, Zhang Maomao looked at the petite beauty sleeping in his arms, and shook his head with a wry smile. I wonder what you will do to me when you wake up?

Although Zhang Maomao is already ready to be responsible for her, others must accept it. If so, what will He Bingbing do?

Distressed, he could only lie on the bed and turn over and over with his head in his arms.

"Okay, tomorrow is the Medical Fighting Conference. It would be bad if I still have such insomnia, and it would be bad to go see the beauties of Pudu Gate with dark eyes!" Zhang Maomao comforted himself and forced himself to sleep quickly.

go.

Fortunately, Zhang Maomao finally slept for three hours. When he woke up, it was only five o'clock in the morning, and Zhang Maomao decided to send Wang Qingcheng a text message.

There was enough tacit understanding that Wang Qingcheng replied immediately. Zhang Maomao smiled faintly, not only because she couldn't sleep, but the content of the text message made him very comfortable.

"Come on Zhang Maomao!"

Such a simple sentence made Zhang Maomao very happy: "Okay, I'm going to catch up on my sleep!" Zhang Maomao rolled up the quilt and fell asleep immediately.

In the dream, Zhang Maomao also cheered for himself.

The next day, the sun shines brightly, and everything still looks like this

While Zhang Maomao was still sleeping soundly, the courtyard of the Ou family was already crowded with people. At nine o'clock in the morning, there was even more noise of gongs and drums. The visitors were all attracted by the simple and noble decoration of the Ou family.

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A fierce knock on the door jolted Zhang Maomao awake.

Zhang Maomao suddenly woke up and looked at the time. It was already 9:30 in the morning. "It's only half an hour before the Medical Fighting Conference starts. I'm here!" Zhang Maomao shouted towards the door. There was no need to guess.

I knew it was Butler Long.

He stopped brushing his teeth, washed his face and put on his clothes, Zhang Maomao rushed out. This medical competition was not an ordinary competition, it was of great significance to him, and they still made a bet.

At 10 o'clock, Mr. Ou walked to the middle of the hall, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "The triennial medical competition between Wang Yitang, Pudu Gate, Waizhongmen and the Famous Doctors Association is now starting. It is an honor for us, Wang Yitang, to host it.

This is a big competition.”

"Before the official start of the doctor fighting competition, I would like to introduce a little friend to you first." Mr. Ou's eyes shifted to Zhang Maomao who had just arrived, and he said with a smile: "Zhang Maomao, the best master of Zhang's Magic Acupuncture

An outstanding successor, the new president of the now powerful Famous Medical Association. An outstanding young doctor from the younger generation in our field of traditional Chinese medicine. Everyone welcomes his arrival with applause."

Zhang Maomao didn't expect Mr. Ou to speak so highly of him, and he was really flattered.[

There was a burst of sparse applause. Except for the women from the Pudu Gate who gave Zhang Maomao some respect for the handsome guy, the waiting doctors from the Wang Medical Hall and the Waizhong Gate didn't even bother to raise their hands.

Hey, he is the most outstanding young doctor of the younger generation? Isn’t he one of them? If not one of them, who are they?

I have to say that Ou Lao's words put Zhang Maomao in the face of all young people's confrontation.
Chapter completed!