Hot Passion of the Doctor
Episode 271's

The arrogant rese!

"Male is not important but pretentious is important!'' answer me to Nicho's question. Nicho who did not understand the words of Al just scrunched his forehead. Nicho has never known what a bad attachment Al has to the man.

Nicho dries himself up and goes into the dressing room as Al walks out of the bath. Hans who had just opened his eyes saw Al's footsteps leaving them. The man also looked astonished.

Being in a place like this for people like them is perfect.

The man just took a quick soak. When Nicho came out of the dressing room, Nicho saw that the man had already walked into the bathroom.

"I'm feeling weird, seeing Al. What was his intention just to let Al know that he was here? Suspicious once," Nicho walked to the edge of the pool while occasionally looking at the man until his body was lost behind the door.

The view turned to Hans.

"Hans, I'm out first!'' he shouted to Hans. His gaze then turned to where Gabriel was soaking. "I'm out first, Gabr. Don't soak for long to be a mermaid king," ledek Nicho makes Gabriel tick.

"Damn, You!'' said Gabriel a little upset.

Hans only responded with a thumbs up.

Meanwhile outside the bathhouse there is a special place for relaxation massage, Al goes in there. He needs to reclassify his body. Muscle's tense.

"Sial was very excited to meet him. I want to see a songong face. Sok rich, arrogant, when it must be richer me," arrogant Al with puffing his chest. His feet stepped in there.

While what happens in the women's bath is a show of massaging each other's backs.

"Duh, Len. Tasty massage you, our hands that if used boxing people directly bonyok delicious also turned out to be mijit," said Yesline. While Callista who was behind Leni, chimed in.

"His hands are immune, Yes. So the muscle has been formed from the inside, like an iron brackets," led Callista with a slow laugh.

The cannon in Callista just came to smile, feeling funny with the behavior of his friends.

"Your hands are soft too, Mer. Diligent treatment is sure," capped Callista to the Cannon who is now massaging his shoulders.

The gunman replied, Not often too, Brother. Just once in a while if there's time between jobs."

So their positions turned back and round, Yesline behind the Cannon, he massaged the Cannon's back. Only the Cannon still use a short dress to cover the curves and the inner body so as not to be exposed. Because one bath was separate men and women, so Meriam took off her hijab and changed with a knee-length dress.

"The cannon is awake without having to stretch and care in the salon every day, Call. So his skin is this soft." Yesline.

"Yes, like baby skin, I just have to care first so that this smooth skin from the past since becoming a model."

They talk to each other until they are satisfied.

Back to the place where Al had entered, it turned out that Mr. Director also entered there. I don't know what he wants.

"Hey, Man!'' call him who sees Al lying on a small bed to do spa treatment. There was the sound of a heavy hissing Al which he threw. Seeing the director made him angry.

Al got up from his lying position and sat down to face the director, since the man was indifferent, underestimating Al.

"You intentionally followed me? What do you want exactly?! Huh?'' al was impatient.

"I want to ask you one question directly," he replied haughtily.

Al was so upset, he threw his eyes away in the other direction.

"What?! Don't beat the tele. Say it!" jut Al with a loud. The two working women who had just entered their room, because they were going to massage Al and the Director became shocked because of Al's clash. The bodies of the two workers drew close to the wall and had no intention of approaching until their clients improved.

"Quiet, Bro. Don't be angry. I just want to ask, I like your beautiful wife, I want to invite her to play in my movie, just once for this movie. I'm pretty sure this movie will boom if he plays."

Hearing the director's words made Al laugh, I don't need your money, my wife is pregnant and can't be tired, I don't want my wife to work anyway. My money will not run out until seven derivatives." reject Al arrogantly.

"Broast to you, I know you are rich, I offer this not because Yesline needs money or not, but more to ask for help. I need a women's exhibit like Yesline. That's it," the director argued.

"CK-That's why you followed us all the way here?" al allegations.

"No, I'm not following you guys, I'm doing a movie here again."

"A fraud is ashamed, if you want to say. I don't care, it's up to you. I obviously made a decision. Yesline cannot work. The point!'' Al confirms.

"It is a pity that Yesline is locked in a golden cage, when he has talent. But her husband did not support her. You should ask Yesline once, let him answer what he wants. Don't don't all this time you just tell him without asking. How cruel you are!''

Kuping Al is hot. He tried to hold back his emotions.

The director remembers an incident in his life that allowed him to meet Al. And why he's chasing after Yesline.

Flashback.

Bugh!

Someone suddenly hit a man who was looking for leftovers in a garbage can in front of an expensive restaurant that was quite crowded buyers.

The man with an unkempt face and a rather thick bewok that covered part of his face was not concerned about the blows from people he did not know. He's too hungry. The second blow from the man behind him was only his immediate response, shaking his arm tightly as the man's hand gripped his shoulder. Until a stick was struck several times to his back firmly. The starving man looked up, his face was visibly upset with one of the hands holding the bread he had bitten in some parts.

"Why did you hit me?'' ask a fat man who wears all-black clothes, such as a bodyguard or maybe a guard hired to guard the fancy restaurant.

"You get out of here! Your body odor is bothering the guests who are coming! It's disgusting!" hard without mercy. Though the person just wants to scavenge leftovers like hungry dogs and cats.

"I don't bother who, once I'm full I'll go" he said, turning my back on the bodyguard.

"Go now I say! My boss will scold me if it's up to his protesting customers." the man in his black suit pulled the collar of the homeless man's shirt away from the restaurant, dragging him without mercy. The bum just thrashed, stomping his feet against the asphalt, trying to break away, but only making his back feel hot.

"Take me off! Otherwise, I will report you to my best friend! Release!'' he said bravely, like having a protector who could easily defeat the ruthless man who pulled his shirt.

The man laughed loudly disdainfully.

"Call me! I'm not afraid," he jolted as he pushed the homeless man's body to the edge of the road to knock him down, his knee smashing into a large asphalt road. He grimaces in pain.

"Hey!!!!''