Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

Feng Yanzhang tidied himself up nicely. He didn't pay attention to this in the past, always thinking it was a waste of time, but when he returned to his newly bought house, he dressed himself up neatly.

People always compliment him on his good looks, saying he inherited all the good qualities from his parents. But when he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, he was even more confused: "What exactly do actors like?" In terms of money, power, and looks, he was among the best. What else could he not be satisfied with?

After thinking about it for most of the night, Feng Yanzhang could no longer sit still at dawn, so he asked Fan Jie to bring some porridge and drive with him.

He thought that if the actor still refused to give in, he would just leave the food there and lock him up for another day.

Isn’t this how even the most ferocious horse can be tamed?

As the adjutant, Fan Jie knew the most things. As soon as he heard the direction given by the Marshal, he understood most of it.

When they reached the door of the master bedroom, Feng Yanzhang raised his chin, and Fan Jie understood what he meant and spoke first, "Yun Sheng, are you hungry? I'm Fan Jie, and I'm here to bring you food."

As he said this, he knocked on the door and put his ear close to it to listen.

No sound, no response.

"Yun Sheng?" Fan Jie increased his strength and slammed the door, "Say something!"

With such a loud noise, unless someone fainted, they would have made a sound, but there was still no reaction from inside.

"Marshal, I won't--"

"You go wait outside."

Feng Yanzhang frowned, inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it twice, "click-click", then turned the doorknob and pushed the door.

There seemed to be something blocking the door behind it, which was slightly heavy. Marshal Feng had to push the door open completely with great force.

It was already daybreak and the situation in the room could be seen clearly.

The first thing Feng Yanzhang saw was bloodstains dripping onto the ground. Not only that, there were also some flesh-like things around them.

"Yun Sheng!"

Marshal Feng's body went stiff, and he realized belatedly that the person leaning against the door was the little actor, because he was obviously thrown out, lying on his side in an extremely miserable state, with his hands spread out weakly, his white fingertips covered in blood, and his round, beautiful nails turned over.

The corners of Feng Yanzhang's lips twitched, and he subconsciously glanced behind the door.

There were streaks of blood there, obviously caused by the actors knocking and scratching the door without any rules.

"You——" You just want to leave like that?

The soft body was picked up, Xu Bai swung his arm, and turned up his sleeves. Feng Yanzhang then saw the wound that made him feel heartbroken.

Many large and small ones were scattered everywhere the actor could bite.

So the originally fair face was now stained with blood, and there was even flesh and blood between the lips and teeth.

Feng Yanzhang, who was used to big scenes, was speechless. He tried to pick the person up with trembling hands, but his knees went weak and he stumbled.

The Marshal could not feel the warmth of the actor, he only felt that the person in his arms was as cold as an ice. However, he did not dare to use force, for fear of breaking the ice in his arms.

"Drive." Feng Yanzhang's voice was shaking, "... to the hospital."

[Feng Yanzhang’s Favorability: 75]

Fan Jie didn't dare to speak. He tried his best to drive the car steadily and quickly.

The journey to the hospital was extremely long. Xu Bai twitched once in Feng Yanzhang's arms on the way. The spasm was so violent and twisting that it seemed as if his whole body was about to break. Short, sharp breaths came out of his chest, and the blood from the wound soaked Feng Yanzhang's new clothes, which he had prepared to show off to the actors.

The car was unusually quiet, and it was not until they arrived at the hospital that Feng Yanzhang ran in as if alive. Marshal Feng was a person that no one in Beihuai dared to mess with, so everything had priority over him.

When the doctor saw the pale face in Feng Yanzhang's arms, his heart began to beat wildly.

"Go find Mr. Valk!"

Feng Yanzhang put Xu Bai on the bed. He knew he should be indifferent, but his heart was completely out of control. His hanging hands were still recalling the way Xu Bai trembled as if he was dying in his arms.

He obviously looks the most docile, so how could he behave like this?

That woman... On the battlefield, if a comrade died for you, you should work twice as hard to live. Why is it different when it comes to the actor?

"Marshal, the patient is in critical condition!"

Thin pieces of paper were handed out one after another, and Feng Yanzhang's hand had begun to become numb as he signed.

Fan Jie asked beside him, "How is it?"

"Mr. Valk is performing a rescue operation. He is our most famous doctor!"

He waited from dawn to noon, and then the sun began to set. Feng Yanzhang thought: Why not just let him go and die - he would be very sad, but then he thought, he would die anyway, it would be better for him to die by my side.

Feng Yanzhang finally met "Mr. Valk", a foreigner with a big beard, blond hair and blue eyes. He took off his mask and looked very tired.

The assistant pointed him in this direction, and then he came over to greet Feng Yanzhang, "Hello, Mr. Feng."

He spoke Chinese fairly fluently, "Your friend has a congenital heart defect."

"Yes." The assistant continued, "Marshal, his heart problem is already quite serious. You need to pay more attention to his cold limbs, fainting, and palpitations. Also, Mr. Valk suspects that he also suffers from mental illness."

"Yes, Mr. Feng, you know, a normal person shouldn't be so cruel to himself."

Feng Yanzhang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed all his emotions. "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Valk began to feel sorry for the young man, but he was just a doctor, so he sighed and let his assistant help him leave.

Xu Bai was lying on the hospital bed like a corpse, looking pitiful, but he was actually arguing with Liu Er, [See, I told you Feng Yanzhang's favorability would go back up, right? ]

Liu Er couldn't understand Feng Yanzhang's emotions, [Is this what you call "masochism"? ]

Xu Bai laughed and agreed, "Yes, you are right. Marshal Feng's favorite thing is "pain and happiness." 】

So he specially prepared a soft knife coated with honey for him.

……

The actor kept dreaming, and in his dreams Xiaochun was standing in front of him again and again.

Xiaochun's face became more and more blurry.

His body was getting further and further away from him.

Do you hate me? Do you blame me for not going with you?

"Sheng'er." Xiaochun's voice was cheerful and lively, as if it came from far away, "I'm leaving, you have to live well!"

Xu Bai wanted to say don't leave, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't even make a sound.

He began to recall what had caused all this to happen. Was it Feng Yanzhang? Was it Wang Ping?

No.

I am the culprit that caused all this.

If I hadn't ignored Jia Xu's advice to claim illness, if I hadn't entered the Marshal's Mansion with my innocence, if I hadn't promised Xiaochun that I would leave, if I hadn't been caught by that man...

If I don't run away...

in case……

Xu Bai came to a conclusion that if he liked Feng Yanzhang, he should not be afraid no matter how he treated him.

If Xiaochun doesn't show fear and doesn't run away, she will survive.

Tears began to roll down the actor's red eyes again.