Official Wizards

The afternoon operation was successful. Ning Yuanhong was transferred from the operating room to the ward, and imported drugs were introduced into her body. She was able to speak in a low voice that night, and her limbs began to regain consciousness.

Nurse Li's attitude changed very quickly. When she came for ward rounds, she always smiled and spoke very politely. She also arranged for Hu Juan to stay in the ward full-time to monitor the development of the disease.

Ning Xiang felt relieved and chatted quietly with Hu Juan in the ward after dinner.

Yan Suqun came out at seven o'clock in the evening and waited for Yang Ding.

"How's it going? Nothing's wrong now," Yang Ding became very concerned about Ning Yuanhong's condition after he came in.

Ning Xiang stood up immediately and said, "Director Yang, my mother is much better and she was talking to us just now."

Yan Suqun gestured in a low voice, "Shh, I just went to bed, keep your voice down, it's okay. I called you this afternoon. The operation was successful. Let's go. There are too many people here and it affects Dean Ning's rest."

Yang Ding nodded and patted Ning Xiang, "Let's go first. Don't tire yourself out. You and your dad can take turns guarding."

Ning Xiang said, "It's okay. We can sleep in the back room at night, but Nurse Hu has to work harder. She has to look after us. We will go back to rest tomorrow morning. Come on, Director Yang, I will see you off."

Driving the Director of the Health Bureau's car, a Buick Regal, Yang Ding patted the steering wheel and said, "How is it, Xiao Yan, is this car okay?"

Yan Suqun had been in Yang Ding's old Jetta in the township. In addition to the horn not sounding, the car made noise all over her body when it was running. Sitting there was simply a kind of torture.

Although this Buick Regal is not a new car, it is very comfortable and gives people a sense of security when sitting inside.

Yan Suqun fastened her seat belt, "It's okay. Anyway, it's much better than the car you had before. Didn't you say you want to watch a movie? Let's go. If you go late, you can only watch late-night movies."

Yang Ding started the car and took out two tickets in his hand, "No, I asked Xiao Bing to buy the tickets in the afternoon. At 8:30 in the evening, we have to sit for a while before we can enter the venue."

Yan Suqun's clothes were very light in color today. She usually dresses very smartly, but today because she was in the hospital, she deliberately chose the color.

However, the plain color cannot stop the beauty of Yan Su's skirt. The rate of turning heads is always so high, and it can also attract the attention of many men in the rest area of ​​the movie theater.

"Xiao Yan, you are so beautiful, you are so alluring even if you blink your eyes. As I sit here, I have become the target of all men. They all want to kill me."

The facial features of Yan Suqun are particularly delicate. Every frown and every smile is a beautiful painting. When frozen, it can be pleasing to the eye and make people feel nostalgic for spring.

Yan Suqun pouted, "Is she really that beautiful? What about Wang Zihan, who is more beautiful, me or her?"

Yang Ding really wanted to scratch the back of his head. Why is this question happening again? He remembered that Yan Suqun had asked it a long time ago, and he repeated it again today.

In fact, aloofness and coolness each have their own characteristics, and we can't say who is more beautiful. Both women are the best of the best. Yang Ding cannot belittle her appearance because she has recently broken off her relationship with Wang Zihan.

Yang Ding said, "Xiao Yan, it doesn't matter who is beautiful. The person I like is you, and the person I want to marry is also you. No matter how ugly you are, you can't escape my clutches."

Wang Zihan closed her lips forcefully, and Yang Ding's answer made her very satisfied. Yes, it doesn't make sense who is more beautiful. Sometimes love is not about appearance, and she is no worse than her.

"Okay, you've passed the test this time,"

Science fiction films shot in the United States are full of imagination and creativity. Not only are the scenes grand and spectacular, but they also make people feel that such technological means are completely possible at the current rate of human development.

It is indeed different from the culture of Huaxia. The culture of Huaxia is unrealistic and not down to earth. Is it possible that gods can stand on clouds and fly in the air?

This kind of culture permeates the history and country of China. How science and technology progress, how society develops.

After thinking about it, Yang Ding returned to reality. He did think a little too far just now, but his creativity can indeed be found in American science fiction movies. The technology in the movies is achievable, and they have been going there. The direction is working hard.

Looking at Yan Su's skirt next to her, she was already fully immersed in the movie's shocking pictures and plot.

Yan Suqun's right hand gently stroked her long hair behind her ear. She glanced at Yang Ding from the corner of her eye and said, "What are you doing? Watching a movie. What do you think I'm doing?"

Yang Ding stretched out his hand and held Yan Suqun's palm tightly, "Xiao Yan, it turns out you are so beautiful from the side. Your serious look is really suffocating. It's like I kissed you and covered your face. Seal, let others know you are mine,"

Yan Suqun didn't turn her head, still looking at the big screen intently, "Go, go, be quiet,"

Yang Ding really wanted to be quiet, but he couldn't calm down in his heart. Although there were many people in the cinema, it was completely dark when he looked around. The atmosphere was indeed very suitable for watching movies, but Yang Ding was not in the mood.

Watching the scenes in the movie just now made Yang Ding think about the country's culture and the impact of differences in thinking on the development of the country. Now Yang Ding's thoughts are focused on the Yan Su skirt next to him.

Yang Ding felt that the beauty of Yan Su's skirt could be reflected in every detail of her body, whether it was her outfit, from clothes to shoes, or her slender white hands to her soft hair. In short, Yang Ding could not ignore the people around her while sitting here. The beautiful atmosphere.

Yang Ding's hand was holding Yan Suqun's hand, and he slowly pulled it to Yan Suqun's leg. Yan Suqun's hand was on the bottom, and Yang Ding's palm was on top.

Yang Ding had never touched the legs of Yan Su's skirt. Yang Ding had long coveted these beautiful legs. It was a pleasure to feel them through the pants.

Look at those tightly closed legs, imagine the elastic flesh on the legs, the beauty of the curves, the tenderness and whiteness.

Seeing that Yan Suqun was involved in the movie again, Yang Ding's little tricks started.

If Yang Ding wanted to touch Yan Suqun's legs with his hands, he had to complete a task of turning over and making the decision. Yang Ding had to put his hands down and put Yan Suqun's hands up.

Yang Ding tried to use force, but when Yan Suqun showed no reaction, he prepared to turn their palms over.

However, Yang Ding was afraid of "awakening" Yan Suqun from the plot, so he was very careful and delicate. Yang Ding's butt had already left the chair. At this time, it was two to three centimeters away from the chair surface.

In order not to alarm others, Yang Ding gritted his teeth, not only exerting force on his waist, but also twisting his shoulders, and gently began to turn his hands.

Yang Ding smiled sinisterly and said, "Come on, hurry up, it's already halfway through."

If it hadn't been for the extremely quiet room in the movie theater, Yang Ding wouldn't have had to take advantage of it in such a painful way. The temperature in the hall was not too high, but Yang Ding was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He used this posture to switch his two palms. The location really tests your skills.

"Huh," Yang Ding breathed out softly and succeeded.

Yang Ding's hand was already underneath, resting tightly on the thigh of Yan Su's skirt. The white jeans did not block the temperature from the legs of Yan Su's skirt, let alone the full voluptuousness of Yan Su's skirt.

Yang Ding swallowed his saliva, and felt an electric shock on his hand. When he touched Yan Suqun's leg for the first time, Yang Ding became excited.

"Hey, can you lower your head a little? Most of the screen is your head. If you don't want to look at it, we have to look at it."

There is a man in the back seat who really can't stand it anymore. Why is this man in the front like this? You said that if you have something to do, just stand up and scratch your itchy buttocks. Who would stand up for such a long time?

If you have some sores or hemorrhoids on your butt, why go to the movies? Just go home and lie down.

Yan Suqun turned her head and saw why Yang Ding was so tall. She looked at the back row again and said, "Sorry, sorry, Yang Ding, what are you doing? Sit down."

Yang Ding sat down. At this time, Yan Suqun had no intention of letting go. Yang Ding knew that Yan Suqun didn't pay attention to her hands and legs at all.

"Okay, okay, sit down, sit down,"

Yang Ding also turned his head, "Sorry, there is dust on my legs. If there is dust, please pat it."

Yang Ding was overjoyed. Yan Suqun didn't realize that her hand had left her leg. At this time, the hand on her leg was her own.

Yan Suqun unconsciously picked up her hand and put it down again. She touched her leg twice and didn't realize that the hand touching her leg was not her own. "Yang Ding, don't move around. The cinema is not big, and the height difference between the front and back rows is not big. How can the people behind you see it?"

Yang Ding was secretly happy because it was the first time he felt the elasticity of his legs.

Yang Ding smiled at Yan Suqun and turned his head to the screen, but he had a new target in his hands.

Yang Ding's hand slowly moved between Yan Su's legs. The laziest part of the leg must be on the inside of the legs, and this is also the most sensitive place for women.

Yan Suqun often mentioned that in order for the two of them to break through that membrane, it would have to be on the wedding night.

Yang Ding really didn't know what the feudal superstition of Yan Suqun was, and what era it was. To do that, you have to wait until the wedding day. You don't know how drunk you will be on the wedding day. Who would have such thoughts.

So Yang Ding wants to "seduce" Yan Suqun. He wants to get it as soon as possible. No one can offer such a beautiful girlfriend as a vase. She can see, touch but not use it. After a long time, who can bear it? .

Yan Suqun felt itchy on her legs and wanted to scratch it with her hands. Soon Yan Suqun started to look for her own hands. Hey, where were her own hands? Yan Suqun didn't recover.

He quickly realized that his hand was held in the palm of Yang Ding's hand. If he looked carefully, Yang Ding's hand was moving towards the inner thigh of his thigh at the speed of an ant.

Yan Suqun retracted her hand, "Yang Ding, what are you doing?"

Yang Ding was also nervous, and returned to his legs with a flick of his hand, "No, what are you doing? I'm just going to massage your legs. I see you're quite tired from sitting, right?"

Yan Suqun looked around, and everything was quiet. "Okay, okay, watch the movie seriously. If you mess around again, I'll get up and leave."