Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

No man can bear a green hat, let alone more than one green hat, and the ones found out in the past two days all have double digits. Li Siqin's face was frosty: "What else do you want to say?"

"I...I can explain...it was this bitch who framed me", at this moment Fang Dong was still lucky, pointing at Fang Jian and said firmly: "Yes, he framed me, boss, I love you, don't Take that bastard's word for it."

Li Siqin didn't want to say anything more, waved his hand, and the butler threw a stack of photos in front of Fang Dong. The photos were full of white meat, there were two people, three people, and a group of people, the only thing that remained the same Is the protagonist in the photo.

The ironclad evidence was so strong that Fang Dong's blood froze all over his body, and he argued dryly: "I... I didn't do it voluntarily... It was forced."

Li Siqin squatted to the edge of the cage, and took a photo casually: "It's really powerful, you can swallow your fist, if you like it so much, eat more."

"Old...boss...I was wrong...I was really wrong..."

Li Siqin took the baseball bat handed over by the bodyguard and put it in front of Fang Dong: "Eat it."

Surrounded by well-dressed people, besides the shame and fear, Fang Dong felt excited again. He looked at Boss Li's face, put the stick into the cage, and ate it bit by bit. The stick was too long, and he could only swallow it. After a short distance, the limit is reached.

Li Siqin stood up, looked down at the people in the cage, kicked the other end of the stick, and the stick sank a lot immediately.

The screams broke the tranquility of the villa area, and a large number of birds flew into the sky in shock. Fang Jian looked at the blood oozing out of the cage, his mind went blank, he knelt and crawled to Li Siqin's side, hugging the man's calf: " Boss, you spare him, please, I am just such a blood brother."

Li Siqin added another kick, seeing Fang Jian was crying so hard, he bent down and hugged him in his arms: "Hey, don't cry, don't want his life."

Fang Dong lay motionless on the ground, the housekeeper called two bodyguards to lift the cage into the car, Fang Jian immediately grabbed the cage: "Boss, where are you going to send him?"

"Send to the hospital", Li Siqin broke Fang Jian's hand, and went upstairs with his arms around him: "Don't cry, crying makes my heart ache."

Fang Jian wiped away his tears: "Boss, Xiaodong didn't do it on purpose, or he was young and more playful."

"How many minutes can you be away from him?" Li Siqin looked at Fang Jian's red nose and felt distressed: "Okay, just let him improve his memory so he can't die."

Fang Dong didn't wake up until evening. Looking at the white ceiling, he was confused for a moment: "Brother...Fang Jian...Where is he?"

The room was quiet, and no one answered. Fang Dong propped up the bed with his hands, trying to sit up, but there was a heart-piercing pain from underneath, and he finally recalled the previous events.

The medical staff came in with a small trolley, and the female nurse put on gloves and checked the feces bag hanging on Fang Dong's body.

Only then did Fang Dong notice the current situation, he couldn't believe it: "Doctor, this is... what's wrong?"

"The rectum ruptured, and feces entered the abdominal cavity, causing infection." That face was too deceptive. The female nurse couldn't bear it, and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, it can be cured if you come in time."

"How long, how long will it take?"

"For more than three months, taking good care of it in the future may not necessarily cause intestinal fistula."

Fang Dong's heart is ashamed, it's over, it's all over, all the dramas he filmed in the past were obtained by sleeping with the company's executives, and now the most valuable place is broken, what should we do in the future?

"Have a good rest," the female nurse pushed the cart outside: "Don't think too much, you young people have strong recovery ability, and you won't be able to lie down for long."

Fang Dong didn't answer, just lay there stunned, the room was completely dark when he lay down, he couldn't see his fingers, his mind was in a mess, it shouldn't be like this, that bitch Fang Jian is fine, and that bitch Zhao Yufeng is fine too. It's okay, why should he lie in the hospital.

Fang Jian came over with some daily necessities, turned on the light, looked at Fang Dong's red eyes and said incoherently, "I...brought...brought you some things..."

"what?"

With a calm tone, Fang Jian breathed a sigh of relief: "Mobile phone, tablet, body lotion, and sleep mask."

"Let it go."

Fang Jian put the things beside the bed, pushed them up, and made sure that Fang Dong could get them with his hand: "Call me if you want anything, I will come to see you every night."

"Ah."

Fang Jian stood there, a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say next.

Fang Dong tilted his head: "Still leaving?"

"Oh, I'll go right away." Fang Jian tucked him in the quilt again: "Boss Li said that this matter is over today, you can rest assured that you will stay in the hospital, and I will be responsible for the money. By the way, ten o'clock in the evening" A Tale of Two Dragons has its national premiere, remember to watch it."

Yes, he still has this movie. If it is well-produced, it is not impossible to become a hit. Hope rekindled in Fang Dong's eyes, and he grabbed Fang Jian's clothes suddenly: "Give me the passbook."

"Ah?" Fang Jian was a little confused. He didn't understand why the bankbook was involved. The two of them had always kept their film remuneration together, and they basically didn't move it at ordinary times, so they kept it for retirement.

"Give it to me," Fang Dong's eyes were tearing apart: "Give it to me quickly."

"What are you doing with it?"

"Tell you to give it to me, and I'll tell you, don't tm want to wait until I die to monopolize the money."

"Okay, I'll give you your half." Fang Jian also became angry: "I'll give it to you tomorrow morning."

"I earn more than you, at least give me two-thirds."

Fang Jian was so angry that he couldn't speak, he shook off Fang Dong's hand and walked out. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Li Siqin leaning against the wall.

Li Siqin exhaled the smoke ring: "Let's go, we're going back."

Fang Jian felt guilty. He came here behind his back, fearing that Fang Dong would be wronged by no one in the hospital: "I just came to see."

"Well," Li Siqin lowered his head and took out a check from his pocket: "Give it to him, don't come here again."

The amount on the check was not too much, exactly 500 million, two-thirds of the two brothers' savings, Fang Jian dared not accept it: "Boss, I..."

"You are obedient, I will reward you." Li Siqin pinched Fang Jian's face: "Don't play tricks like him."

Fang Jian still didn't dare to accept it. He was timid. When serving other benefactors with Fang Dong, he never took the initiative to ask for money, and he didn't dare to act like a spoiled child with the benefactor like Fang Dong. Even if he was dissatisfied, he kept it in his heart. Sulked himself.

Li Siqin smiled: "Hey, give him the money, let's go home, I miss your little ass to death."

Fang Jian's face turned red when he was told, he lowered his head to accept the check, turned around and turned back: "The money is for you."

Fang Dong glanced at the numbers, yes, he wondered in his heart: "Where did you get the check?"

Fang Jian didn't answer, and left the room, thinking: I have to treat kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I don't care.

At the same time, Zhao Yufeng and the others were rubbing hemp again. Zheng Junfeng changed his look this time, shaved his beard and sideburns, and got a new hairstyle very similar to Zhao Yufeng.

Zhao Yufeng looked at it awkwardly, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it if he really wanted to.

After playing until ten o'clock, Zheng Junfeng stopped playing, excitedly turned on the TV, and pulled his little cousin and Zhao Yufeng to sit on the sofa: "The TV series filmed by my man premiered today."

He Zhiyang took advantage of the opportunity and sat in Gao Cheng's arms, pursed his mouth, what's the air, I have a man too.

Zhao Yufeng was sandwiched between two couples, and was inexplicably shown. Looking at Gao Cheng who was holding his little cousin, and looking at Fu Nan who was holding Zheng Junfeng, he felt sad in his heart: Lao He, Lao He, what happened today? Still at get off work?

He Xiangyao ran to the other side of the city to buy dinner. He originally wanted to buy it home as a surprise for the little model, but he was stuck in the middle of the road. Watching the electric cars and bicycles go away, Boss He had a complicated heart. Wan's car is not as easy to use as someone else's two-wheeled car.

Waiting and waiting but not coming back, Zhao Yufeng could only order takeaway, and a few people ate takeaway and watched TV dramas with great relish. After watching the first episode, Zhao Yufeng and He Zhiyang successfully became fans.

He Zhiyang spoke bluntly: "I don't usually notice it, why is he so handsome when he is on TV?"

Zheng Junfeng was triumphant: "That's because you have lame eyes, my man has always been handsome."

Fu Nan blushed slightly: "I'm going to wash the apples, who wants to eat them?"

"I."

"I."

"I."

"I."

It meant to eat everything, Zheng Junfeng rolled his eyes: "Everyone of you likes to sit back and enjoy what you get."

Zhao Yufeng slumped on the sofa with his calf shaking, and said shamelessly, "That's right."

Fu Nan carried the fruit plate into the kitchen: "There are only three apples, I cut them into pieces and took them out."

The master had already spoken, and Zheng Junfeng could only swallow the rest of the words. He pouted and acted like a baby: "I want the little rabbit apple."

Fu Nan smiled dotingly: "Okay, I'll just cut the little rabbit apple for you."

Now Zheng Junfeng is satisfied.

Zhao Yufeng looked at Zheng Junfeng's gay appearance, and felt a little heartbroken, so he took a number one, why is it like this?Originally, there were only a few zeros in their group, and now there is an internal settlement between No. [-] and No. [-]. In the future, I don’t know how many small zeros will have nothing to rely on.

When He Xiangyao came back just as the TV series was over, Zhao Yufeng was almost fooled by other people's love and affection, so he rushed over to give the man a loving hug.

He Xiangyao was holding the cold old hot pot in his hand, and almost spilled the soup when he was hit, so he could only hug him with one hand: "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Yufeng put his arms around the male god's neck, and said dissatisfiedly: "After eating, you come home so late, and let me wait for you, what are you so worried about?"

He Xiangyao lowered his head and kissed the pouting mouth of the little model: "Then have some supper, I ran for five hours to get it."

Unexpectedly learned to buy people's hearts with delicious food, Zhao Yufeng opened the bag and smelled it, and immediately compromised: "I'll heat the dishes, and you clear the table."