violent love affair

Among the family doctors of the Du family, Dr. Zhao specializes in all kinds of gunshot wounds and knife wounds, and usually handles countless wounds and patients.But if you want to ask him which patient he hates the most, he will definitely answer with gritted teeth: Second Young Master Fang!

Fang Shuping was already very familiar with the Du family, especially Du Zhuoyang's elite confidantes, otherwise he couldn't have taken over all the work of taking care of Du Zhuoyang during the few days when Du Zhuoyang was in a coma. .

This time, because he received Du Zhuoyang's "word of mouth" to recuperate at home, he easily got along with all kinds of people in Du's house, from the little maid in the cloakroom to the fighting coach in the training room.

"The second young master of Tianfang insisted on going to practice guns. He didn't choose anything in the shooting range. He insisted on choosing a Maglin with the largest recoil. After emptying 100 bullets, he finally got scars. The wound started to bleed again..."

"Yesterday, right after treating his wound, Second Young Master Fang was dragged by Ed and his bastards to the training room to play some kind of free combat. Ed was beaten until two ribs were broken. Second Young Master Fang not only re-opened the wound, his eye sockets It's also half green..."

"Just today! In such a short period of time when you were away on business! Second Young Master Fang grabbed the reporter who came to look for you, insisting on a 'one-on-one fair duel'. Aji Xiaowu and the others It's fine if you don't stop it, but you actually brought a group of people to make a bet, opened a series of odds and have already bet for a long time... Du Shao, if you don't care anymore, I don't care about this person!" Doctor Zhao, with a look of grief and indignation, grabbed Du Zhuoyang who had just arrived home and cried tearfully, "This is the ultimate challenge to the dignity of a doctor!"

Du Zhuoyang's face became colder and colder following Dr. Zhao's accusation, and in the end a layer of frost was almost on his face: "...he is looking for death."

After speaking, before he even had time to change his clothes and shoes, he slammed the door and walked to the training room on the basement floor.

Before I reached the door of the training room, I heard the voices coming from the front, wave after wave, mixed with words such as "hit to death!" It took 5 minutes to lose!", "I rely on the lack of room, can you not do it, hit him on the chin and kick his JB!" and other shouts, and there are even more vulgar howls than this.

Du Zhuoyang walked over slowly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a huge whiteboard erected in a corner of the training room, on which the betting odds, betting names, betting amounts, etc. were densely written with black markers.

It's the other way around!

With a sullen face, Du Zhuoyang took out an M9, raised his hand without looking at it, and emptied 15 bullets in an instant.

Every bullet hit a person's name on the whiteboard, and they went down in a row, creating a heart-pounding burst of gunfire in the basement that was originally isolated from sound waves.

Like a terminator, the noise in the room was cut off almost instantly and quieted down.

"You guys," Du Zhuoyang kept firing, and the muzzle of the gun passed everyone's eyes steadily and slowly. Although everyone who was pointed at the gun by his gun knew that there was no bullet in the gun, But they all took a step back subconsciously, "Do you think you are too idle?"

In the silence of the room, no one dared to answer at this moment.

Except for one person.

Fang Shuping, who was cutting Wang Yi's arm backside down and pressing him to the ground, beat him hard, immediately let go of his knee that was on the man's back, ran over and wagged his tail: "Honey, you're gaining weight~ outside Is it hot~ let me take a bath with you, okay?"

Du Zhuoyang turned his gun and pointed it at Fang Shuping's forehead, preventing him from rushing forward with great intentions.

He ignored Fang Shuping who was trying to pretend to be a good boy—the bandage on this guy's chest must have been stained with blood. It would be better not to look at it comfortably, and frowned at Wang Yi who was struggling to get up from the ground: Probably the reason why this duel had just started. Wang Yi, who had the attributes of an otaku at first glance, didn't look like he was beaten too badly. It's just that his movements of getting up and coming over showed that this person was injured in the waist joints, Several places including the knee joint and shoulder joint have suffered considerable injuries.

When Fang Er Shao faced his rival in love, not only his heart was black, but his hands were even darker. He punched to the bone, picking the position of ligaments, joints, spleen and stomach, and even punched Wang Yi directly in the heart. Wang Yi felt that the blood flow all over his body was stagnant, and after a long time, his eyes were still covered in darkness.

"Mr. Du," Wang Yi coughed heavily, with the sweet smell in his throat rushing straight into his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "I'm a scholar who is useless, and I'm really not very good at fighting."

There was no joy or anger on Du Zhuoyang's face, but the more it was like this, the more it made the people around him feel extremely creepy.

"Doctor Zhao." Du Zhuoyang directly ignored Fang Shuping, who was showing his lower limit, and called to stop the doctor who followed him.

"Young Master Du, I'm here." Dr. Zhao came from behind Du Zhuoyang, staring at Fang Shuping's wound on Fang Shuping's chest with hatred and bitterness. place.

"Go and check Reporter Wang to see if he has suffered any internal injuries. Don't be constrained in taking medicine." Du Zhuoyang glanced at A Ji who was holding Wang Yi reluctantly and said.

"But..." This was a question raised by Dr. Zhao, who was concerned about how to heal the wound.

"No!" This was the objection raised by the Second Young Master Fang, who was full of dissatisfaction and felt that his sweetheart favored one another.

Unfortunately, they were ignored by Du Zhuoyang again.

"Everyone here," Du Zhuoyang pointed at the whiteboard full of numbers and names with the muzzle of his gun, "It seems that there is no place to vent your energy, huh?"

The men who were still shouting passionately just now turned into wilted eggplants in a second, staring at the ground three inches below their feet, as if they had just shouted such as "break his nose", "explode his eggs", "house!" Two, do you not have enough to eat”, and the hooligans who “fall over the shoulder and no longer be unhappy” are not themselves.

"Starting tomorrow," Du Zhuoyang threw the empty gun into Aji's arms, "everyone goes to Ming Shan for training... Whoever can survive under Ming Shan's hands for 5 minutes will be considered a passer."

Immediately, the room was filled with howls.

"Aki," Du Zhuoyang said by name, "You have 20 minutes."

As a result, the miserable howls in the room turned into a series of schadenfreude.

After getting rid of a bunch of accomplices, Du Zhuoyang looked at Fang Shuping, who was staring at Wang Yi with a displeased face.This kind of look made Du Zhuoyang have no doubts at all. If he was not here, this guy would definitely beat Wang Yisheng until he was disabled.

... It's really a headache for such a shameless and lifeless guy who beat him up as a flirt, beat him up as a flirt.

"As for you," Du Zhuoyang nodded at Fang Shuping, "come with me."

Hearing the words, Fang Shuping changed his face like flipping through a book, and posted it with a sweet and stupid face, regardless of the reminder behind him.

"Master Fang, take care..."

"I pledged 200 yuan to the second room, and Du Shao repaired it very badly..."

"I follow!"

"Me too!"

Du Zhuoyang sneered, "You, do you want the person who trains you to change from Mingshan to Boda? Get out of here!"

As a result, all the tall and thick guys immediately scrambled and rushed to squeeze out of Du Shao, for fear that if they were a step slower, they would get the extra reward of "surviving under Ji Boda's hand for 5 minutes".

"Give me the result after the examination." Du Zhuoyang said to Dr. Zhao, then grabbed Fang Shuping and turned around to go up to the second floor.

"You have been here for less than a week, and you have completely brought down the ethos of my subordinates." Du Zhuoyang grabbed Fang Shuping by the collar and directly pushed Fang Shuping half-sat on the bed, stretched out his hand three or two times He tore open his shirt, which had been loose and wrinkled from the fight.

"My dear, what do you want to do to me? Don't worry about my feelings, just do it!" Fang Shuping said in a dignified way, shamelessly posing in a provocative pose on the bed.

Then, when he saw what Du Zhuoyang took out from the drawer of the low cabinet next to the bed, he immediately fell silent obediently.

It was a military stab, although it was not as high-profile and stylish as his Damascus craft dagger, but it definitely surpassed the Damascus dagger by several blocks in terms of lethality: the unique three-edged blood groove of the military stab, after piercing into the human body, A square gap will be formed, and the blood vessels and tendons will be mixed into a bloody mess that cannot stop bleeding and heal at all, and once stabbed, there is absolutely no need to suture and bandage, as long as it penetrates any part of the human body 8 cm Left or right can kill instantly... Moreover, a large proportion of arsenic was mixed in during smelting, and a slight scratch on the skin can cause a severe poisoning reaction.

Holding the military thorn, Du Zhuoyang slowly pressed it against Fang Shuping's chin, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What did you say?"

Fang Shuping supported the bed with both hands, moved back a few times, and looked pitifully at Du Zhuoyang.

"Put away your tricks!" Du Zhuoyang mercilessly exposed his disguise, "Why don't you pretend to be pitiful when you beat someone up?"

"How could I!" Fang Shuping said righteously, "Don't you think that little boy is fine? His hands and feet are not broken, his teeth are not missing, and his nosebleeds are not left... I am so merciful, what else do you want? Moreover, let me tell you, people like him are absolutely untrustworthy, if someone wants to chase you down again, then grandson will definitely be the first one to betray you in exchange for his dog's life!"

"Can't you just hope for me?" Du Zhuoyang said grimly, and with a backhand knife, he lifted the bandage wrapped around Fang Shuping's chest.

Fang Shuping only yelled "Aww" in half, he clearly felt the sharp front end of the military thorn almost brushing against his skin, and the slight coolness passing over his skin made him couldn't help but shudder. A layer of goosebumps.

Du Zhuoyang tore off the blood-soaked bandage, pointed at Fang Shuping's open wound and said, "If you don't want to hurt yourself so much, hurry up!" Well, why don't I give you this now?"

"A dear who will kill people will really kill people!" Fang Shuping waved his hands repeatedly, "Although I don't mind dying by your hands at all, but now I have unfulfilled ambitions, and I will become a haunted ghost after death. with you."

Du Zhuoyang didn't bother to ask what the "ambition" in his mouth referred to, and he felt that the answer would definitely not be meaningful and serious, so he got up and threw the military thorn back into the drawer, then picked up the wound medicine bottle placed on the side , Involuntarily said that he spread the books all over his body, then pulled out the bandage from the drawer on the other side, and wrapped him tightly.

When doing these, Du Zhuoyang's movements are extremely proficient, and can be called flowing water. Although it is not as professional and regular as the doctor's bandaging, it is not bad in terms of practicality, taking into account the strict protection of the wound and not affecting normal activities. .

"Try opening the wound again." Du Zhuoyang said coldly after the dressing was finished.

Fang Shuping stretched out his hand to cover the wound that was always hurting, deeply felt that as long as it was given by Du Zhuoyang, it would be all sweetness to him.

"If my injury is healed," he looked up at Du Zhuoyang, who looked down at him because he was standing on a high ground, "would you drive me away again?"

"Up to you." This was Du Zhuoyang's reply.

Fang Shuping became excited all of a sudden. He originally thought that Du Zhuoyang would have to wait a long time for such recognition, and he had even made up his mind to wait for a lifetime.

As a result, in the past few seconds, this kind of what he wanted must have fallen into his arms like a huge pie falling from the sky... It was as if in his heart, everything was ignited in an instant. Thousands of Fireworks: The coming is turbulent and full of brilliance.

Thinking of this, Fang Shuping's eyes were full of high spirits, and even Du Zhuoyang, who had always had a bad impression of him, couldn't help being attracted by it.

"Zhuo Yang," Fang Shuping sat up straight, and said slowly and seriously, "I know, you may think that I'm so unreliable when I talk all over the place. But...but, what I said The most reliable sentence is: I love you."

"Does this have anything to do with me?" Du Zhuoyang knocked him off the cloud and knocked him to the ground with one sentence, "I said before: we have both feelings of gratitude and hatred. The cooperation between the Du family and the Fang family will continue, you Is an important strategic partner for me now - nothing more."

Then, he saw the man's radiant eyes dim instantly, and the hurt emotion flashed deep in the eyes quickly and vaguely, as if it was just an inadvertent illusion.

...It's just that after saying this sentence, why didn't the originally expected refreshment appear in my heart, but instead added a kind of inexplicable... something.