Rhode Island Park Project

The Doctor held her face in his hands and turned it towards him.

Looking at the smiling face in front of her, Furong, whose mind was already a little blank due to nervousness, answered subconsciously:

"Looked."

"Ah, very good."

Luo Hang showed a satisfied expression and continued to ask: "Am I handsome on stage?"

"—?"

Furong looked at Luo Hang in front of her, who was slightly raising his chin with a smug look on his face. She blinked her eyes and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Luo Hang also laughed, but continued to look serious: "This is a very important question!"

Furong suppressed her smile, her eyes met Luo Hang's, but she suddenly blushed and turned aside, whispering:

"I think the Doctor is very handsome..."

He stroked the girl's unusually delicate and smooth cheek with his fingertips and said with a smile:

"Having such a handsome god accept your confession, isn't this taking advantage of you? My dear nun, please confess sincerely, okay?"

"Well."

Furong turned her gaze back to the conceited Luo Hang, who seemed to be as expected, and nodded gently, "Then I would like to thank the Lord God for his grace."

"No, no, this is a privilege for my nuns~"

Furong listened to this with a hint of amusement and placed her bag on the seat.

Although he still felt a little strange about what was going to happen next, he didn't find it too difficult to accept it. He walked between Luo Hang's legs and knelt down on his knees properly.

She seemed to feel that the doctor in front of her had also changed from the funny character just now to a calm and profound one, which made her mood unconsciously calm down.

With their fingers intertwined, their eyes closed and their heads lowered, it seemed as if the words they wanted to say came out of their throats naturally.

"Life has been a bit stressful for me lately."

“Although my patients all agree with my healthy meals, they still look painful when they eat them. I’m trying hard to improve the taste of my healthy meals, but the results haven’t been very noticeable.”

"Sometimes patients are unwilling to follow the healthy schedule I set for rest, so I have to spend extra time watching them. But Yan Rong gets angry with me, saying that I always take care of others but not myself."

"I told her she's been eating too many snacks lately and it's bad for her health, but she seemed even angrier..."

"Someone also told me that there seems to be a message circulating among patients saying, 'Only those who can eat all of Dr. Furong's original healthy meals are qualified to pursue Dr. Furong.' I don't know how to deal with this."

"And before that..."

Furong kept whispering some trivial things, which made Luo Hang feel helpless.

These are basically the trivialities and troubles in girls' daily lives, which bring sadness but also make people feel that they are ordinary and beautiful enough to be desired.

However, he also remembered Furong when she was still an intern. She had a very bad temper at that time.

Not only did she insist that all patients strictly follow her schedule, but she would also argue with patients over confiscating their snacks, and he heard about it.

Looking at Furong now, I’m afraid no one could have imagined such a scene, right?

He also talked to Furong at that time, but Furong walked her own path afterwards.

As he was sighing and reminiscing, the whispers in his ears gradually stopped.

The last thing he needed to do at a time like this was to look down.

He just looked at the scenery receding outside the car window, feeling the girl's slightly unfamiliar movements and the warm air in the car blowing on his skin.

A moment of silence seemed to have passed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's soft long hair, his body gradually relaxing and leaning against the soft back of the seat.

Looking out the car window, my thoughts drifted even further away.

No matter what Furong looked like in the past, she is now indeed just a gentle girl and doctor, and this gentleness is reflected not only in her attitude, but also in the way she treats people.

He pays more attention to details than others, and is not impetuous in work or anything else, but rather slow and meticulous.

Maybe the level is not as high as that of many predecessors, but it can already make people feel the comfort and relaxation as gentle as water.

Speaking of which...

He suddenly thought of something at an inopportune time.

My elder sister has changed so much now and makes me feel so comfortable. What about my younger sister... Yan Rong?

Chapter 648 Arturo: The world is really going downhill!

He still couldn't help but look down at the girl who was concentrating on confessing.

Letting Furong, who has a gentle and polite temperament and the aura of a kind and good sister, do this kind of thing always makes people feel that a good girl is being led astray, but at the same time it always stimulates the desires in men's hearts the most.

Furong, who was concentrating on her work, did not notice his gaze. The girl, who had been working hard for a while, had a little sweat on her forehead, but her focused look revealed a more attractive quality.

Instead, he suddenly thought—

What would happen if Furong caught him looking at her at this moment?

With such a complete sense of evil taste, he reached out and stroked Furong's delicate cheek, then reached her chin and slightly lifted the girl's chin.

Furong, who didn't react, naturally raised her head slightly, still eating something in her mouth, and just looked up at him...her face suddenly turned red.

Furong quickly lowered her head again and ignored him, pretending that nothing had happened and continued to bow her head and repent. However, he unscrupulously lifted the girl's hair, glanced at the girl's red ears, and laughed softly with joy.

Fleur didn't react in any way other than blushing even more.

There are not many girls as well behaved as this one nowadays.

He sighed in his heart while touching the girl's soft long hair, his fingertips even climbing up to the tips of the small horns on the Sarkaz girl's head.

Furong continued to concentrate on her work.

He did not lift the girl's chin again, but gently used his fingertips to pass over the girl's neck and collarbone, which were charming but not infringing areas. After looking at the time, he put his palm back on Furong's head and pressed it as a gesture.

Maybe it was because she knew he was still watching, but even though she was very serious about the final stage of her confession, he could still clearly see Furong's cheeks becoming more and more rosy, and her long eyelashes trembled from time to time.

"Gulu."

He saw Furong's face turned red again. It seemed that she had intended to control the sound, but the well-insulated car was unusually quiet and could not cover it up at all.

After the first sound of being exposed, Furong probably gave up on herself. She swallowed the food she had stolen with a "gulp", and then raised her head.

Without looking at him, she straightened her clothes, stood up from in front of him, and returned to her seat avoiding his sight.

"Just wipe it."

He smiled and took the initiative to hand over two wet wipes without further explanation. Furong understood when she saw that it was two wipes. She blushed and sat silently in her seat, tidying herself up.

Luo Hang reached out and opened the dressing mirror in the compartment for the girl.

It didn't take long for Furong to finish tidying up. Holding the paper ball in her hand, she stole a glance at him, feeling a little uneasy. When she found that he was looking at her with a smile, she lowered her head with her cheeks still rosy and whispered:

"Doc, I should get off now."

"Well, hard work."

He didn't reach out to mess up the girl's neatly combed hair. Instead, he lifted Furong's chin, kissed her between the eyebrows, and said gently, "Keep going. You've already overcome many difficulties, and you will definitely be able to overcome the problem before you as well."

"Well, thank you."

Furong, who was speaking, suddenly raised her hand to cover her lips, looked at him embarrassedly, and then quickly pushed open the door of the car that had stopped.

"By the way, if you want to improve the taste of the nutritious meals, I recommend you consult Blue Poison."

He added one last sentence, then looked at Furong standing outside the car, saying goodbye to him politely and closing the door.

Luo Hang, sitting in the car, opened the light curtain, with a relaxed smile on his lips, and typed in Furong's review:

He is extremely attentive and patient with details, but lacks the final, high-intensity technique. He has a high tolerance for depth and has great potential.

After clicking send, he turned off the light screen and happily took out a set of beautiful girl's black and white lace bow underwear from the car's cabinet, then pulled out one of the neatly stacked paper bags below, unfolded it, put the exquisite fabric in his hand into the paper bag, and placed the familiar clothing store paper bag next to him.

In less than 5 minutes, the car that had already arrived near the destination drove into the training area of ​​the Rhodes Island operator area.

He got out of the car with a paper bag and walked to a lounge in the training ground as if he was familiar with the place. When he opened the door, he saw Miss Arturo sitting in the room wiping her cello.

Arturo also raised his head and glanced at him, a seductive smile on his lips:

"Mr. Scumbag looks like he just harmed an innocent girl."

“You’re stereotyping.”

He walked into the room unmoved, openly placed the paper bag on the table, and went to pour himself some water while continuing to answer, "I was just at the press conference. I came here directly after the press conference. There's no place for me to harm girls."

Arturo thought about it and it seemed so.

When Mr. Scumbag was on the stage, she also took a look and realized that he really couldn't be fake.

Only half an hour has passed since the press conference ended. Including the drive on the road, there seems to be no room for Mr. Scumbag to harm others.

Although he was a little doubtful about his intuitive judgment, Arturo still hummed softly:

"Who knows what tricks you have up your sleeve?"

“So, stereotypes are not good.”

Luo Hang smiled and walked over to the black-haired Sakta sitting on a chair, holding a cup of water. He bent down and asked, "Did you see the press conference I held?"

Arturo deadpanned, "I didn't see it."

"How about it, am I handsome?"

"a shame."

He smiled happily, stood up again, left Miss Arturo's long black hair that exuded a fresh fragrance, and asked casually:

"Where's Viviana?"

"Already at the training ground."

"Then let's go over there too."

He said this as if it was normal, put down his water glass and prepared to leave. Arturo pressed her cello into his hands without any courtesy.

He is familiar with this matter.

He walked out the door carrying the black lady's cello without any concern, Arturo followed him and the two chatted as they walked.

"How did you feel about the last episode?"

“It’s quite satisfactory.”

Arturo nodded slightly. "The scenery in the desert is always full of longing and mystery for people living in the city. I'm not going to boast that I'm willing to brave the wind and sand to go to such a place, but it is indeed a happy thing to be able to enjoy the customs and scenery safely without experiencing the harshness of the desert. However—"

Arturo paused, glancing at someone beside him. "Didn't you say you didn't want to get too involved with others to avoid causing them sadness later? Why haven't I seen you restrain yourself?"

Luo Hang glanced back at him. "You don't think that just because they slept together, it means their relationship is serious, do you? In the desert customs of that time, stabbing and poisoning in bed were commonplace. We were just socializing, at most having fun together."

"social contact."

Arturo repeated the word with a look of disdain. "Please tell me what kind of social life you have with the princess?"

"Of course, I'll let her fall in love with me and then support me!"

Luo Hang was confident and asked, "You've seen so many, which position and play method do you like best?"

Arturo opened his mouth coldly and uttered a single word:

"roll."

Luo Hang continued to smile nonchalantly: "I remember that time when we were doing gymnastics on the terrace, your breathing seemed to have changed——"

He gets kicked by Arturo.

We arrived at the training ground, and at a glance we could see Viviana, wearing a slim-fitting training suit and with her long hair tied into a ponytail, warming up by swinging her sword.

Noticing them coming in, Viviana just gave them a slight eye contact without stopping. He and Arturo also went to sit at the seat next to them familiarly.

He handed the cello back to Arturo and opened the light curtain to deal with some things. Arturo played two simple tunes. Just as he was emitting the fluctuations of Originium skills, Luo Hang's voice suddenly came:

"Let's have something festive today~"

Arturo glanced at Luo Hang who was typing on the projection keyboard in front of the light screen, and still gave this guy the right to order a song, so he changed to a light song and officially started.

The fluctuations of the Originium technique spread along with the melody. Viviana in the training ground breathed a sigh of relief and lit the candle beside her.

After secretly glancing at Luo Hang who was sitting next to Arturo and concentrating on facing the light curtain, Viviana quickly opened the seal of the accelerator and poured it into her mouth.

"Gulu."