The Doctor is getting married, but the bride is not me

The doctor did not dare to stop Fiammetta and ask him clearly. He already had Rosary, a baby whom he would love for the rest of his life. How could he make promises to others?

So he felt like he was swaying all around, and the doctor couldn't think straight for a moment.

Fiammetta seemed to have untied some knot in her heart. The hesitant expression just now disappeared, and the pride and confidence when they first met appeared on her face again. She walked briskly, but held the doctor's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Do they really like him, or are they influenced by Rosalina and refuse to admit defeat, wanting to prove their charm in front of him?

The doctor was unwilling to make base assumptions about others, let alone his own operators.

The commute to work was not far, and along the way several operators wanted to say hello to the doctor. The doctor was about to respond, but was taken away by Fiammetta's pace.

Scorpio? This kid is very sensitive. I will talk to her on the phone later.

The door of the control center opened, and a white-haired Sarkaz sat carelessly on his desk.

Her black pantyhose is so thin that you can vaguely see the flesh color. Her thigh curves are plump and lovely. What a great pair of legs.

"Hey, isn't this little Fiammetta whose man was robbed?" W's tone is still the same as before.

But what does it mean to have your man robbed? Fiammetta has an unfriendly temper, so these two people should not fight.

But his arm was hugged, a fragrance filled his nose, the girl's hair was right in front of him, and Fiammetta's body was pressed against him.

Fiammetta hugged the doctor's arm and tilted her head slightly: "Really? But I got it back now, unlike some people who never had it."

The Doctor blinked and said, “Someone was sunk, I won’t say who.”

Chapter 28 Oops, You're Blushing

w looked at the two people's arms hugging each other. The man was still wearing the same doctor's uniform that never changed. He was much taller than Fiammetta, and the red-haired girl could just lean her head gently on the man's shoulder.

They are a good match.

W folded his arms, raised the corners of his mouth, his playful eyes were as usual, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"Why don't you break free from her?"

I won't rush over to pull you two apart like a bullied woman. If I continue to see you two hugging each other, I will take the most efficient means to physically separate you two.

Without waiting for the doctor to speak, Fiammetta let go of it himself, as if just to prove or show off something.

She walked leisurely up to the former Sarkaz mercenary in front of her. She was slightly taller than W, and her proud and cold face was no less beautiful than W's.

Fiammetta looked at the white-haired, red-eyed Sarkaz in front of her. She had heard a rumor that the Doctor had a special liking for beautiful women with white hair and red eyes, and would have extra affection for them. In the past, Fiammetta might have scoffed at these little speculations, but now she began to think about these things in an organized manner.

Now that the deepest secret has been revealed, there is no need to hide his possessiveness. There is no need to consider the winner like Rosalina, but there is no need to give in to someone like W who provokes him right away.

Besides, does appearance matter? What the doctor essentially likes is the contrasting character who appears to be honest to the outside but is shy and charming inside.

"You came so early today. Were you in a hurry along the way?"

"Of course I'm anxious, otherwise I'd be like some people, watching the doctor being taken advantage of in front of them, not daring to do anything in front of the master, so I can only do something behind his back." W chuckled, ignoring Fiammetta who was standing in front of him, and walked directly towards the doctor who was still in a daze behind him.

The man was still a little dazed, looking at W's pretty face which he hadn't seen for a long time. Just when he was about to raise his hand to say hello, he saw W reaching out and pushing him directly onto the sofa of the control center behind him.

The furniture in the control center was arranged by perfumers Bai Bei and Xing Ji. Every once in a while, they would decorate the control center with new ideas and thoughts. For example, now is midsummer, and Miss Bai Bei thoughtfully covered the sofa with light green silk cloth, which looks elegant and cool.

Of course, now is not the time to think about the cute and shy girl, W sat on the doctor, with his hands on the man's head, and his face with a bit of anger was very close.

What's wrong? Are you angry? If you had a quarrel with Fiammetta, go find him. Why are you getting angry with me?

"Have you been feeling carefree lately?" It was still that familiar cold tone, but the playful tone of the past was replaced by anger.

"It's OK, just fine." The doctor nodded. His life has indeed been much better recently than before. He no longer needs to stay up late to work, and he takes his girlfriend for a walk every night. Moreover, they have communicated a lot in the past few days, and he is in a good mood.

The Doctor looked at the white-haired Sarkaz in front of him calmly. He and W had really known each other for a long time, and he had liked W for a long time.

The doctor reached out and pinched the face of the girl in front of him. It was so smooth and soft. The doctor stared blankly and just said, "You've gotten fatter."

Without giving W a chance to get angry and embarrassed, the doctor stretched out his hands and took the girl with a hot body in his arms, touching her white hair as if comforting a child.

"Long time no see. I didn't have time to pick you up. Let's go have lunch together at noon."

She had just wanted to push the man's hand away but hesitated and put it down. She felt his warmth on her body and pursed her lips. Although she wanted to maintain the image of a cold devil in front of him, she decided to let him hug her for now.

The doctor stood up holding W, weighed him twice, and asked in confusion: "You are really a little fat. Did Theresa give you too many delicious foods? Even the killer common sense of maintaining weight has made you slack?"

w began to hunt down the doctor.

Fiammetta ignored the two enemies who either fought or quarreled whenever they met. She looked at the control center, sorted out the details of the office, and began to deal with some tasks that her assistants should do in advance.

W waited until the doctor sat down on the office chair, panting, with his hands spread out, and then he kicked the bastard several times before he stopped.

"Stop making trouble, stop making trouble, and get back to work." The doctor waved his hands. Even if he had the best physical fitness, he could not beat these devilish beasts.

wHuh, what? You still have to beg for mercy from your own hands.

"Here, Her Highness Theresa asked me to bring it to you."

A white headband.

The doctor then noticed that his hair had grown quite long and fell softly on his shoulders. A few days ago, he had been thinking of finding time to trim it. Now with this headband, he could tie it into a ponytail.

"Can you tie your hair? I see that you, a grown man, are surprisingly adept at certain things, but tying your own hair is different from tying someone else's. Do you need my help?"

Fiammetta was already standing behind the Doctor.

"Doctor, let me help you."

The doctor could not refuse and could only sit stiffly in his office chair, like a primary school student being scolded by his teacher.

He still didn't know what attitude to take towards Fiammetta.

The Doctor has black hair and black eyes. He is an absolutely pure Chinese. Unlike the people on Terra, the Doctor does not have any strange organs other than those of a human.

There are no cute cat ears, no floppy dog ​​ears, and naturally the Sarkaz's horns do not exist. It is best if there is no circle light on Sakta.

I have to wear an eye mask when I sleep with that thing at night.

The doctor's hair is really long, already shoulder-length. Because he is busy on weekdays, the doctor usually just combs his hair back as long as it does not affect his work.

Fiammetta didn't plan on doing any fancy hairstyle, so she simply used the white hairband to tie a high ponytail for the doctor.

I don't know if the headband was made of silk from Yan Country or gauze from the snowy mountains, but it had fine lines on it and felt very delicate, as if it was holding the hand of some gentle woman.

His Highness's feelings for his own doctor are truly self-evident.

"Okay, get to work, don't keep wasting time..." Fiammetta patted the doctor's shoulder, indicating that he was done.

The doctor turned around and nodded to Fiammetta. He didn't care what Fiammetta said and only said half of it. He just touched the hair on the back of his head with emotion, and lamented that he, who was a ponytail lover, also tied his hair into a ponytail.

The man's eyebrows were somewhat tired, his thin lips were pursed, and his black eyes were like deep pools.

The hair on his forehead falls in front of his eyes, giving him a youthful look.

"Why are you two blushing?"

Chapter 29 The Doctor is Hunted

The atmosphere in the control center is a bit strange today.

It was even weirder than yesterday. Yesterday, the Doctor and Chen were always angry with each other and bickering with each other, but at least the atmosphere was still relaxed.

The atmosphere today is a bit heavy. It feels like the two women in front of me have something on their minds, but they are unwilling to talk to me.

Fiameta was fine, assisting him with his work as wholeheartedly as before, and would occasionally bring some documents and decisions to him to ask for his opinion. However, sometimes Fiameta would become dazed while speaking, staring at him blankly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The Doctor was in no position to ask Fiammetta the reason. Fiammetta's sudden confession in the morning caught him off guard. He didn't understand what Fiammetta meant by those words, nor did he know what Fiammetta was thinking. The two of them needed to sit down and talk face to face, but with W present, it was obviously not a good time.

Where is W? The white-haired, red-eyed, thin-pantyhose-wearing Sarkaz was lying on the sofa beside him, sorting out documents. Her pretty face was expressionless. Occasionally, she would look up at him, then pout and lower her head in disdain, then look up at him again.

"W, have you sorted it out? Integration International is now a large-scale enterprise across Colombia and Ursus, with business scope covering many countries. I have always valued you. Theresa sent you here not just to give you a gift, right?"

The doctor waved at W, signaling her to come over and talk about business and not to use the air conditioning in the control center.

"Just pretending." W rolled his eyes, but still obediently walked over and handed the documents he brought to the doctor.

The doctor pointed to the chair in front of the desk and motioned for W to sit down while he read the documents first.

It was fine when we were far apart just now, but now that we are close, W is a little absent-minded again.

W is not obsessed with appearance. Of course, basically everyone close to her looks good.

But none of them were as good as the man in front of him, even though W admitted that the doctor was indeed very handsome.

Describe it?

wI can't describe it, but I just feel like teasing him and bullying him.

The first fire of the new era, the sinner who obliterated history, the hands that wiped out natural disasters, the huge gods knelt for him, the power that could not be looked directly at was hidden beside him, and a huge eyeball hung high in the sky, alerting anyone who approached him, but when you really came in front of him, you would unconsciously be convinced by that fatal care and consideration.

Such a person will also be bullied by himself, and even if he is bullied to the point where he can't say a word, he still has to help rub her head.

This sinful sense of contrast is a bit addictive.

And the doctor also has a good body. W wondered what it would feel like to have those six pack abs under him. He really wanted to bite his neck.

"Integration International wants to build a trade route with Sami? It just so happens that Yan Country has recently had this idea. I will bring this up during the conversation. As for the racial resistance in Colombia..."

The doctor knocked hard on the table to bring W's wandering thoughts back.

"I'm talking to you, where are you looking?"

W slowly and reluctantly moved his eyes away from the man's exposed neck, nodded nonchalantly and said, "You make the decision, I'm the only one running away, Tallulah and His Highness are not stupid, you guys just need to think about it."

What a righteous move! The doctor was so angry that he laughed. He looked at the bomber in front of him and his eyes relaxed.

"How are you doing recently? As the secret agent of Rhodes Island, Integrated International is handling more dirty and complicated matters. We may have to put up with you for a while."

w crossed his legs, his mind flying away again. In fact, things were fine at Integrated International. At first, Tallulah was not used to the change from the leader of a resistance organization to the president of a company, but she soon got familiar with this kind of life. Patriot was now the nominal director of the Security Department, and he and Froststar were on long-distance missions outside every day. As for Miss Lyudmila, her job was to deal with all kinds of messes, which was in line with her temper.

"Everyone is fine, but His Highness has been saying that you are not a good person. He is worried every day that you will do something stupid in Rhodes Island. He originally made a lot of clothes for you, and in the end he asked me to bring you a hairband..." W sighed, "Everyone is pretty good. You did a good job. I admit that."

I have already acknowledged his excellence, so should I acknowledge that promise? W's face calmed down. She did not look at the doctor's smile. She rarely avoided such emotions. Perhaps that gaze was too warm, or perhaps W herself had something to hide.

"Hey, Theresa, I've already told her not to worry about this and that every day. I'm not a child. Forget it, let's pick her up when we go to Longmen in a few days. Kal'tsit and Amiya miss her a lot, so it's a good opportunity to bring her back to take care of her so that she won't lose weight outside.

As for Shuangxing and Daddy, I heard that they recently ran to Syracuse. Really, what’s so good about that gangster city? Last time when I left, they chased me and called me Godfather…”

The doctor's words rang in his ears, but W's thoughts drifted far away.

"When you can beat all of Terra to the ground, I will consider becoming your long-term mercenary."

"Long-term mercenary?"

"Anyway, I'll just throw the employment form on your head and you can fill in any employment time you want." The woman chuckled, her tone teasing.

"Okay." He nodded seriously, "I'll try my best."

The woman lamented at this guy's stubbornness. He really couldn't hear her rejection. He was obviously courageous on the battlefield, so why did he become so stupid at this time?

But it’s also good to let this guy know the cruelty of the outside world so that he won’t suffer too much in the future.

Later, she learned that the guy had failed in his confession many times. The woman did not laugh sarcastically, but just felt that the guy had suffered all the consequences at home.

Well, if he really fulfilled that promise, and if he still failed to confess his feelings by then, I would just reluctantly give him a few smiles.

Several years have passed since then, and the man's smile has changed from warm and generous to light and natural, but his eyes are still warm and gentle.

There are more and more women around him, and it seems that some of them are starting to miss him. Just now, someone held his arm and declared his sovereignty in front of her, but she couldn't do such a simple thing to hold the man's hand.

Is it time to admit defeat?

Maybe he has actually been waiting for me to take the initiative to bring up that promise?

W raised his head, looked at the doctor, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Su Qi, regarding the agreement we made back then, I now..."

"No, no need to say more. I already have a fiancée now. Don't take youthful jokes seriously." The doctor waved his hand and answered with a smile.

……

W also laughed. She turned the pen in her hand nonchalantly and put it down on the table with a snap.

"That's good. I don't have to worry about you threatening me with that matter every day. I don't think you have the guts to do that."

"Indeed not." The doctor nodded.

Fiammetta burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" W looked over coldly.

"No, I just thought of happy things."