violent love affair

Fang Shuping, who hadn't been in the hospital for 5 days, couldn't wait to ask Shao Junzhe to handle the discharge matters when he saw Shao Junzhe.

"I said, are you really okay?" Shao Junzhe looked back and forth while driving, who was still wearing a hospital gown sitting in the passenger seat of Fang Shuping.

"What's wrong with me?" Fang Shuping looked at his friend strangely, "You figured it out, Zhuo Yang shot me, what else can I do?"

"...You can't stop taking the medicine." Shao Junzhe said.

"If you don't leave, you will be bored to death by them," Fang Shuping said, playing with a cigar in his hand, "I have to come here every day to ask the same questions, and sometimes I can't stop eating."

"You asked for this." Shao Junzhe turned the steering wheel, showing no sympathy for his friend.

"Besides, I asked them for the bullet and they didn't return it to me." Fang Shuping pointed to the bandage on his chest and said, "It was taken from me! Aren't Americans the most particular about private property rights? Not even returning my love token to me, this is called ethnic discrimination, this is called big country chauvinism, the embassy must issue warnings and ultimatums to them!"

"Calm down, you," Shao Junzhe sneered at him, "I'll give you a piece of advice: If you don't die, you won't die."

Fang Shuping shook his head, and said "Tsk", "Old men who have left their wives really tend to have a dark mind."

"Fuck! Who are you talking about?" Shao Junzhe raised his hand and smacked his head, "Believe it or not, I'll drive back right now and put you back in the hospital!"

Although Fang Shuping’s shooting did not scratch the main blood vessels and organs, and the wound where the bullet was taken out had been sutured, and there were no abnormal problems during the 3 days of hospital observation, but the injury had not healed after all. There was a sense of distress.

Although Shao Junzhe was merciless, he still slowed down the car after seeing his tired expression.

For a moment, there was a bit of warmth between these two bad friends who were always pinching each other.

After being silent for a while, Shao Junzhe suddenly said, "Those two policemen are good policemen."

"I don't care if he's good or bad," Fang Shuping said with a languid spirit, but his momentum remained intact, "If you dare to touch my family Zhuo Yang, you can't do it!"

"Are you going to die if you don't pretend to be a wolf with a big tail?" Shao Junzhe despised him, "Du Zhuoyang, does he care who you are? Or 'Your Zhuoyang', it would be good if he just looked at you."

"You don't understand," said Fang Shuping, who had laid the passenger seat flat, "as long as his gun can't kill me, he will be mine for the rest of his life."

"I'm too lazy to listen to what you say," Shao Junzhe lit a cigarette while waiting for the red light, "Let's say it first, if something like this happens again next time, you might as well be shot to death by him, so as not to cause trouble, I'll come over and give it to you." You clean up the mess. Otherwise, I don't feel at ease if Liu Yichen is alone at home. "

"The wives of old men with dark psychology tend to empathize with others."

"You'd better go die for me!!!"

There is nothing new in Wang Yi's way of pursuing people: sending flowers, bringing some handmade but inexpensive small gifts, asking Du Zhuoyang out for a meal or a coffee shop every once in a while... This kind of old-fashioned Now even college boys don't bother to pursue means, but he not only does it one by one, but also makes every step pious and meticulous.

Du Zhuoyang's attitude towards him was lukewarm: no matter what flowers or gifts he brought, he would take them as they were ordered, and just turned around and stuffed them all into the trash can without opening the packaging; If I have time, I will sit down, and if I don’t have time, I will not make time to answer the appointment; as for the behavior of returning the appointment, there is nothing at all.

"Young Master Du, I don't understand!" Aji, who knew that he had such a big trouble in his absence, gave Xiao Wu several big meals in private, and now he acted like a villain in front of Du Zhuoyang angrily. Chewing his tongue, "Since you don't like that little reporter at all, why don't you let him go straight away?"

Du Zhuoyang squinted his eyes slightly, looking at a pistol held in his hand - the ornamental significance of this gun is far greater than the actual combat value. This is the king of Kennani, a small gold-producing country in Africa. A little gift from him.

A Desert Eagle made of pure gold.

"Put it away." Du Zhuoyang threw the gun back into the silver gun case, "It's a good intention, it's just a normal thing." Then he looked at Aji who was eagerly waiting for his answer, and glanced at him meaningfully. His knee: "The leg doesn't hurt anymore? Do you have the courage to ask more?"

Aki lowered his head and remained silent, just not taking back the question he just asked.

Du Zhuoyang picked up a pure gold bullet sent along with the Desert Eagle, pinched the texture of the bullet with his fingertips, shook his head a little dissatisfied, then threw it into the gun case as well, and then lightly Said: "Just give him a chance to dream."

Although he didn't say it, Aji knew that Shao Yichen's temporary absence at the film festival awards a week ago was like a slap in the face to someone as arrogant as Du Shao.

Because at the awards ceremony that day, before leaving angrily, Aji heard Du Zhuoyang mutter half a sentence: I would rather avoid it...

Moreover, Aji knew that although Wang Yi seemed to have no problems on the surface, and every time he looked at Du Shao with sincere eyes that did not seem to be fake, he just knew that there was something wrong with this person.

Before meeting Du Zhuoyang, Aji had been struggling to survive at the bottom of the society. He had seen too many words of sinister human heart, and almost died of it, so he had a kind of feeling for the word human heart. almost instinctive judgment.

He can't say where the source of his judgment on Wang Yi is, but every time he sees him, he feels that the pores all over his body are tightened—this is completely opposite to his usual feeling when he sees the room book.

Therefore, when Wang Yi came to visit again, Aji rushed into the living room almost happily, and reported to Du Zhuoyang who was reading an encrypted telegram notification: "Young Master Du, Mr. Fang is here!"

After Du Zhuoyang heard the words, he subconsciously looked at Wang Yi who was sitting on the opposite sofa reading a magazine. The first thought that flashed in his heart was to let him avoid it first...

Moreover, there was a trace of guilt that even he didn't realize and would not admit.

The moment this idea came up, Du Zhuoyang denied it without even thinking: Are you kidding me, I am in my living room, which guest I am willing to receive is my own business.

Fang Shuping, who exchanged a gun for the "Restraining Order: Cannot Take a Step into the Du Family", was lifted, and he couldn't wait to complete the task of "Come and find me alive" as soon as he was able to act alone.

He came very fast, before the person appeared, the voice came first: "My dear, I came to see you, do you miss me too much? I..."

After seeing Wang Yi sitting on the sofa, Fang Shuping, who had an amazing intuition, stopped what he hadn't finished speaking, pointed at him and asked Du Zhuoyang, "Zhuoyang, who is he?"

Du Zhuoyang raised his eyebrows, feeling that there was no need for him to respond to his on-the-spot tone.

Wang Yi put down the magazine in his hand, stood up and extended his right hand politely to Fang Shuping: "Are you Mr. Fang? I am Wang Yi."

Fang Shuping regarded him as a piece of air, and looked straight at Du Zhuoyang, with the tendency to never give up until he got an explanation.

Wang Yi, who stretched out his hand for a long time and was ignored, felt a little embarrassed, so he shrugged his shoulders, put his right hand into his trousers pocket, and said in a self-deprecating and meaningful way: "I, like you, belong to Mr. Du." Suitors."

This sentence finally made Fang Shuping turn around and face him squarely.

"Since they are both suitors," Fang Shuping said without a word, "there must be one who quits in the end."

Wang Yi nodded politely: "I think so."

"Let's be straightforward, and use a man's way to decide the winner." Fang Shuping said, reaching for a Damascus dagger from his body and throwing it on the marble table with a "bang". Whoever can stand in the end is the winner."

Wang Yi was taken aback when he heard this, and what surprised him even more was that Fang Shuping's tone was calm but full of murderous intent when he said these words.

——He was serious!

How could Du Zhuoyang tolerate Fang Shuping's mischief like this? He stood up from the sofa with a sullen face, walked between Fang Shuping and Wang Yi, reached out to pick up the Damascus dagger, pulled it out and flicked it between his fingers Finally, he raised his hand and threw it down heavily.

With a sound of "Zheng", the dagger bit into the stone tabletop hard, until it sank to the top.

"If I remember correctly," Du Zhuoyang turned to look at Fang Shuping, "I said at the time, 'If you can come to me alive, our grievances will be wiped out'. However, this does not mean that you can Tell me what to do with me."

"Are you trying to protect him?" Fang Shu looked straight into Du Zhuoyang's eyes, "Tell me, that's not what you mean."

Du Zhuoyang was very repulsed by his obvious behavior of "protecting food". Although he did not intend to protect Wang Yi at all, he still replied without thinking: "This is my business."

Then, he saw a trace of the deepest pain flashing in Fang Shuping's eyes.

"You think," Fang Shuping said in a low voice, "you think I'm begging you to take over Starlight, I'd rather die than want you to be hurt even a bit, and I'd be willing to take a shot from you without complaining... it's because I don't have the heart ?"

Du Zhuoyang couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, Fang Shuping had shown too many stalkers with no limits and no morals in front of him, so that after seeing the obvious hurt look in the man's eyes, he unexpectedly For a while I didn't know how to answer.

"You said that there is a grievance between us," Fang Shuping continued, "You lost Huaguo's casino business, and I will compensate you with the acquisition of Starlight; And return it to make up for it; to spend the night with you, I'll give you a bullet in exchange...but you come and tell me, my heart, what do you give me in exchange?"

Du Zhuoyang looked straight at him, the darkness in the depths of his eyes formed an impenetrable thick fog, as if it could seep out and isolate the two people who were looking at each other into a closed space that no outsiders could visit.

"Aki," Du Zhuoyang said slowly, breaking the almost solidified tension between the two, "Go and call a doctor, heal his injuries and let him go out for a walk."

"No!" Fang Shuping behaved like a good boy when he got cheap, straightened his neck and said back, "I will die in your house!"

All he said was that he didn't count, and while he was talking, he tore off the neatly wrapped bandages, revealing the gunshot wound that was getting more ferocious as it was healing.

How could Du Zhuoyang be threatened by him like this, he glanced at his wound lightly, turned around and walked upstairs.

Aji coughed lightly, and asked the Second Young Master Fang, who had his eyes glued to Du Zhuoyang's back, wishing he could see through immediately: "Mr. Fang, do you think you should go to see a doctor or let the doctor euthanize you here?" ?”

"Stop talking nonsense!" Fang Shuping stretched out his hand and patted Aji's forehead heavily, "Master, I was so patronizing that I haven't eaten lunch yet, so I asked the kitchen to serve me a big meal according to my favorite food, so that I can eat and drink enough." Let’s go to Xuan Yu Doctor again!”

Wang Yi stood in the living room that was empty in an instant, shrugged helplessly, and then turned his attention to the encrypted telegram that Du Zhuoyang had just read.

A few thin pages were filled with numbers with unknown meanings, and they were placed on the armrest of the sofa less than one meter away from him, like an undefended beauty with her clothes off.

However, after taking a deep look, he turned around and walked out of the living room.