After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hao finally entered.
Director Sun, however, had no idea that Zhang Hao had eavesdropped on the entire conversation she had just had.
Director Sun put her cellphone aside, pretending as if nothing had happened.
"Zhang Hao, you need to deeply realize your own issues. Today in the clinic, I didn’t an to embarrass you," she said.
"But I am the director, and I have to set an example for the other doctors. Nevertheless, I still want to thank you."
"For saving that patient’s hand. His son just brought you a banner of honor, go ahead and take it."
Zhang Hao was startled; he had thought Director Sun called him here to criticize him.
Or to tell him to pack up and leave imdiately, never guessing it was about a family mber bringing him a banner of honor.
"It was just a minor surgery, the patient’s family is really too..." Zhang Hao was too moved to finish his sentence.
"What, you’re not happy to get a banner of honor on your first day at the hospital?" Director Sun said with a smile.
Zhang Hao shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, of course I’m happy."
"Alright, I’ve given you your things, and now you can go ho after work. Don’t be late for tomorrow, you need to do rounds with the other surgeons, okay?"
Zhang Hao nodded, and just as he was about to leave, he blurted sothing out to Director Sun without thinking.
"Actually, those dicinal liquors don’t have much effect, you can try traditional Chinese dicine," he suggested.
Upon hearing that, Director Sun’s cheeks instantly flushed red.
Zhang Hao did not give her a chance to respond and quickly walked out of the office.
When he got ho, Zhang Hao carefully placed the banner. It was the first one he had ever received in his life.
Just as he was thinking about lying down to rest for a mont, his phone rang again. Opening it up, he saw that Song Xin had sent several ssages.
Upon listening to the ssages, he realized Song Xin was inviting him to join her for drinks at a bar.
However, since Zhang Hao had not replied, Song Xin went by herself and also said she wanted Zhang Hao to pick her up at nine o’clock.
Zhang Hao was not fond of bars, but he also knew that a bar around nine o’clock wouldn’t be too crowded yet.
Zhang Hao declined Song Xin’s invitation and just then his phone died, so he put it on the charger.
After dinner, he returned to his room and, thinking about work the next day, decided against playing video gas.
He planned to take a bath and then go to bed early.
He had just taken out his clothes and was heading to the bathroom.
But then his phone rang loudly, and on the other end was a woman’s voice.
"I’m a friend of Song Xin. She’s drunk too much and asked to call you. Can you co to Mise Bar and take her ho?"
Zhang Hao frowned, but thinking of the goddess intoxicated, he felt a surge of tenderness.
After getting the car keys from his dad, Zhang Hao drove to Mise Bar.
As he parked the car, he saw Song Xin being helped out by two of her friends.
"You must be Zhang Hao. I’ll leave her with you. If anything happens to her, we won’t be responsible, and here’s her bag," they said.
Seeing Song Xin’s drunken state, Zhang Hao was montarily overwheld.
But a girl in such a condition might run into trouble if left alone.
As he fastened Song Xin’s seat belt, it tightened across her chest, accentuating her curves all the more.
Zhang Hao’s hand inadvertently brushed over them, and he was taken aback by their softness.
It felt as if Song Xin wasn’t wearing a bra, but just had pasties on certain areas.
Zhang Hao shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, "Song Xin, where do you live? I’ll take you ho."
The inebriated Song Xin could only giggle foolishly, unable to respond to Zhang Hao’s question.
"I don’t want to go ho. I want to drink more."
Zhang Hao truly didn’t know where Song Xin lived, but luckily there was a hotel near the bar.
Zhang Hao had driven for one station when he entered the hotel and got Song Xin a room.
As he was about to leave, Song Xin suddenly called out to Zhang Hao.
It was then that Zhang Hao realized the severity of the situation; Song Xin wasn’t drunk at all.
But taking advantage of her supposed drunkenness, she stripped off all her clothes on the bed, revealing sexy lingerie underneath.
Her slightly curled long hair cascaded over her breasts, which were voluptuously soft and tempting, with a slender waist free of an ounce of extra flesh.
Especially that mysterious triangle area—it had been waxed bare!
Zhang Hao watched, spellbound, as Song Xin summoned him with a beckoning gesture.
"Co on, co over here," she said.
Zhang Hao felt as if lead weights were tied to his feet, unable to take a step, but in the end, it was Song Xin who took the initiative to get off the bed and approach him.
"What’s the matter, you’re shy in front of now? Haven’t you always liked ? Now I’m standing naked in front of you, how can you still resist?" she teased.
As she spoke, Song Xin started to undress Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao’s throat bobbed as he said, "You’re drunk, and our relationship isn’t that of lovers. I can’t do this to you."
Without another word, Song Xin threw her arms around Zhang Hao, almost as if trying to ld her body into his.
"I don’t need you to take responsibility. I’ve told you before, if you agree, I’ll be your girlfriend. Even if you don’t, I’m willing to share a few monts of joy with you," she declared.
After speaking, Song Xin kissed Zhang Hao on the lips.
In her skilled seduction, Zhang Hao lost all caution.
Truth be told, Song Xin’s figure was much slimr than his sister-in-law He Qianhui’s.
The experience was sowhat uncomfortable due to her thinness, but it couldn’t be denied, Song Xin was wild in bed and very uninhibited.
Zhang Hao wondered if she had been trained by Lin Zhen.
First, Zhang Hao took her from behind, persisting for half an hour.
He stopped just as he was about to lose control, with Song Xin still eager for more.
She said she wanted to be on top, leaving Zhang Hao with no choice but to lie flat on the bed, watching as she straddled his waist.
Seeing the plump, juicy treasure before his eyes, Zhang Hao was in a trance.
The next second, Song Xin spread open her delicate petals with two fingers, guiding Zhang Hao’s mber.
Gently, slowly, she sat down.
Zhang Hao watched his mber being swallowed bit by bit by her sweet entrance, until their most intimate parts were pressed together.
Song Xin propped herself up with her hands behind her, her slender waist twisting continuously.
Especially that sweet entrance, relentlessly engulfing and releasing, the scene was incredibly arousing.
She had seed like a reserved woman at first, but it was clear that wasn’t the case.
Moreover, her skills were quite advanced.
Could this be the legendary ’she moves on her own’?
However, Song Xin realized no matter how much she moved, Zhang Hao showed no signs of surrender.
She then decided to stimulate him orally. After a few licks, Zhang Hao suddenly exploded in her mouth.
Song Xin spit it out, complaining slightly, "Why did you do it in my mouth again?"
Zhang Hao, apologetic and embarrassed, said, "I was about to climax just now, but you suddenly switched to your mouth, and I couldn’t control it... Next ti, I promise I’ll last longer."
After they were done, the two took a bath in the bathroom, and Song Xin grew sleepy.
Zhang Hao hesitated about whether to go ho. As he was leaving, he knocked over Song Xin’s purse.
He kindly picked it up and was surprised to find an ultrasound report inside.
Zhang Hao looked at the sleeping Song Xin on the bed and, as if by so demon’s will, took the ultrasound report out of her bag.
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