Acting as a substitute

myitk Yin a.

"Mr. Bo, Mr. Daotuo invites you in."

With a contemptuous smile, the bearded mercenary bowed his hands and made a "please" gesture to Bo Shenrong, but his attitude was not at all respectful.

He is tall, but he is obviously a mixed-race Chinese, so he has a lot of weight beside Dao Tuo who likes Chinese culture. Although he is a mercenary, he can do more to accompany Dao Tuo in entertainment.

"Thank you Mr. Weng."

Bo Shenrong was about the same height as him, looked at him at the same level, bumped into him when passing by, and then was supported by Qin Lai into Daotuo's study.

A big murderous drug lord, yet he arranged his study neatly and elegantly like a literati, filled with the smell of books, Bo Shenrong secretly sneered in disdain.

"Shen Rong, come on, kneel first, be obedient..."

Qin Lei pulled Bo Shenrong's sleeves, motioning him to kneel on the ground, not to provoke Dao Tuo.

Bo Shenrong glanced at the Colt M2000 beside the table, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and obediently borrowed Qin Lela's strength to kneel on the ground.

That old thing likes the Chinese, but not him.

Dao Tuo was holding the book Three Kingdoms and was watching it straight away. He actually couldn't understand it, and it all depended on Weng Lin to explain it to him.

"gentlemen."

Seeing that he ignored him, Bo Shenrong could only suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart, and greeted Daotuo with a smile.

Daotuo still didn't say a word, and turned to talk to Weng Lin, "...Cao Cao's zodiac sign...is mother...I am also mother."

His Chinese is worse than Qin Lai's, but he always wants to try. Fortunately, no one dares to laugh at him, and dare not point out his mistakes.

Bo Shenrong and Bo Shenrong knelt on the floor shoulder to shoulder for a long time, Daotuo still didn't let them get up, but leaned on the back of the chair and closed their eyes to rest.

Qin Lai's body has been exhausted for the past few days, and she escaped from death just now with Bo Shenrong in Qi Yin's hands, and soon after kneeling on the ground, her whole body began to ache.

He just wanted to act coquettishly to Daotuo, asking him to agree to the two of them standing up, but just as he lowered his shoulders and pursed his lips, Daotuo threw a book at him.

"Kneel down!"

The hard-cover book hit Qin Lai's face straight, and Bo Shenrong raised his hand to stop him, with a bloodstain on the back of his hand.

"Be cautious!"

Qin Lai was startled by his action of blocking the book for herself, looked at Dao Tuo angrily, and shouted in Burmese, "Dad, you are too much!"

He grabbed Bo Shenrong's hand and pulled him to leave Daotuo's study, but Bo Shenrong grabbed his wrist and made him kneel on the ground again.

"Baby, don't make Daddy angry."

Daotuo sneered, and had a clear insight into Bo Shenrong's heart. He knew that Qin Lai was obsessed with Bo Shenrong, and even his father couldn't intervene. I want to find the other half of Qin Lai.

In addition, I learned from Weng Lin today that Bo Shenrong took their goods to the China-Myanmar border for trade, and even lost the goods. It is really useless for him to keep such a person in his hands.

Dao Tuo probably knew that he would sound like a pervert when he spoke Chinese, so he put his arm on the armrest, raised his fingers, and motioned Weng Lin to bend down and listen to him.

Bo Shenrong was not a multi-professional Burmese language tenth-level enthusiast, so Daotuo naturally couldn't understand him when he spoke too fast.

But he couldn't understand, Qinlai could understand, before Daotuo said a few words, Qinlai cried and hugged Bo Shenrong and refused to let go, protesting loudly.

"No, no! I don't agree, no!"

Bo Shenrong stood still, slightly raising his eyebrows, waiting for Daotuo to deal with him.

In any case, if Dao Tuo had the idea of ​​killing him, the bullet from Coltley would have pierced his body countless times.

So for Qin Lai, as a father, he will spare Bo Shenrong's life no matter what.

The hatred in his heart became more and more intense, and all of it was accumulated on Yuan Jiayi's body by Bo Shenrong. If Yuan Jiayi hadn't run away or been rescued, Bo Shenrong would not have ended up where he is today.

As long as he has breath, he will go back and personally kill those two enemies who ruined his life.

"Mr. Bo," Weng Lin picked up the Colt from the table and held it in his palm, walked up to Bo Shenrong with his hands behind his back, tapped on Bo Shenrong's shoulder lightly without opening the insurance, "Mr. The value of the money is about... more than 60 billion yuan, don't worry, it's kyats, but it's enough for you to earn for a while... The time limit is one year, if you don't get your money back..."

Weng Lin looked at the leopard lazily basking in the sun in the garden outside, "The fate of Mr. Bo, I will never know..."

"anything else?"

Bo Shenrong didn't avoid his teasing, and asked with a cold face.

He knew that Dao Tuo couldn't let him go easily.

"Smart man, Mr. Bo."

The greed in Weng Lin's eyes was ready to come out, he knew that Qin Lai who was kneeling next to Bo Shenrong nervously couldn't understand what he said, let alone Dao Tuo who believed in him wholeheartedly.

"It's your condition. If you don't agree, will you find a way to have my husband execute me?"

"I know that you are the illegitimate son driven out by the Bo family. Before you left there, you were quite strong..."

Ignoring Bo Shenrong's revealing his thoughts to others, Weng Lin squatted down halfway, "I'm willing to help you go back. After taking back everything that belongs to you, I will share [-]% of it, otherwise I can send you back at any time."

"make a deal."

Bo Shenrong felt that this deal was a good deal, he knew that Weng Lin would always control his life and death, but when he went back, he didn't want to seize the family property the most, but to kill the little doctor who caused him such a thing.

However, he didn't know that it was Bo Shenyan who crossed the border and rescued Yuan Jiayi himself. If he had known earlier, even if he rushed into the hail of bullets and risked his life, he would kill the pair of bitches in his heart.

Daotuo doesn't sell drugs to the Chinese, but Weng Lin does. He will never let go of any opportunity to make a fortune, so he has not too many minions in Beicheng, and it is not difficult to help Bo Shenrong sneak back secretly.

Reluctantly, Qin Lai sent Bo Shenrong into the car, but Dao Tuo ordered someone to grab the back of his neck and not allow him to follow, watching the car disappear at the end of the mountain road.

With the help of Weng Lin's subordinate Song Baoguo, Bo Shenrong spent more than ten days traversing more than half of the map of Southeast Asia, and finally managed to smuggle ashore from the Bohai Rim area.

He is now a Grade A wanted criminal, and he already has some attention, so he can't wander around the North City with a gun. Only by finding Bo Kang as soon as possible can he find a way to get everything back.

"Mr. Bo, we have investigated the current residence of Mr. Bo Kang and your mother. Can I take you there now?"

Song Baoguo had just taken the medicine, his hand holding the steering wheel was shaking with excitement, and he waited expectantly for Bo Shenrong to give an order.

"Need not--"

Bo Shenrong was wearing a black hat, his eyes were exposed under the brim, he stared at a smudge on the rearview mirror viciously, and gritted his teeth.

"I'm going to a place first..."

Weng Lin planted his own eyeliner in the public security system to facilitate drug trafficking, so Bo Shenrong easily found out the current location of Yuan Jiayi.

When we arrived at the Third Hospital of Yucheng, it was almost midnight, and the street lights at the entrance of the hospital were lonely and permeating.

Bo Shenrong stood at the door of the hospital, with a ferocious and cruel smile on his face.

The place is bustling and bustling, with people coming and going, but they are all patients with sad faces, and they have no time to pay attention to him as a wanted criminal.

Going upstairs with Song Baoguo, Bo Shenrong saw the two sturdy bodyguards at the door of Yuan Jiayi's ward, turned around and said, "Go and lead them away."

"Why, how to lead?"

When Song Baoguo saw the muscles of those two people, he was instantly frightened to death. If it wasn't for Weng Lin's order, he wouldn't want to stay with this terrifying wanted criminal by his side.

"Take whatever you have."

Bo Shenrong pushed him out without hesitation, "Either give your life to the police or give it to me."

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, I'll go right away, and I'll lure the two of them away, right?" Song Baoguo straightened his hair and prepared to die.

"Wait—" Bo Shenrong tilted his head, his eyes fell on the back of a male doctor who was walking towards the toilet, and he smiled sinisterly.

"...It seems that I don't need you anymore."

Song Baoguo was naturally overjoyed, nodded repeatedly, and quickly got into the fire escape, waiting to meet Bo Shenrong.

If he wanted to kill people, the less people the better, it would be difficult to end it if there was a big commotion, and he couldn't use a gun, so he had to be more careful by himself.

Bo Shenrong went down one floor, came out of the safe passage at the other end of the corridor, and directly bowed into the men's toilet.

There are very few toilets in the hospital. The male doctor was still there just now. Bo Shenrong changed the side of the "slippery" stand and placed it across the bathroom door. After closing the door, he walked into another cubicle and tapped lightly. wall panels.

"Hello...are you a patient? What can you do? If you need help..."

The doctor responded, but before he could finish asking, a black shadow fell from above his head, kicking him unconscious and completely losing consciousness.

Bo Shenrong walked out of the bathroom in a white coat, pressed the mask on the bridge of his nose, put his hands in his pockets, and walked steadily towards the door of Yuan Jiayi's ward.

"I just changed shifts to see how the patients are doing."

He leisurely walked to the door, facing the two tall bodyguards without any panic.

The two looked at each other, and one of them asked, "Do you want to...go to the next door and ask Mr. Duan?"

The other looked hesitantly at the closed door next to him, weighing whether he would be kicked to death by the young master if he broke in and disturbed them. After thinking about it, he shook his head, "Mr. Duan is also sick. , don't bother him."

Bo Shenrong kept a gentle smile all the time, even though he was wearing a mask, he tried his best to let the two men feel that he was quite patient.

"……go in."

The bodyguard conducted a simple body search on Bo Shenrong, and found that he was indeed not carrying any sharp weapon, so he gently opened the door for him, "Doctor, please keep your voice down, Mr. Yuan is resting."

Bo Shenrong smiled, "Okay."

In no time, he could rest forever.

Turning his back to the bodyguard and slowly closing the door, Bo Shenrong couldn't help squinting his eyes to look for Yuan Jiayi in the darkness of the room.

The not-so-heavy curtains covered the front of the hospital bed, and Yuan Jiayi's railing at the end of the bed could barely be seen through a gap.

Bo Shenrong was overjoyed, bowed and slowly pulled out a thin blade from the shoe and sock.

He tiptoed towards Yuan Jiayi, secretly planning which hand he should use to cover his mouth first, so as not to let him make a sound and attract the two dogs outside.

In fact, Bo Shenrong felt a little pity, if he had enough time, he really wanted to taste the sweetness of this little doctor.

His eyes are gradually adapting to the darkness in the room, and there is only a bit of fluffy darkness remaining. Bo Shenrong has already walked to Yuan Jiayi's bedside. He has always believed in the motto "Villains die when they talk too much", with his left hand clenched into a fist, ready to cover Zhu Yuan Jiayi's mouth pierced his heart with a knife.

Bo Shenrong raised his arm high and stabbed

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed under his knife, and took the power in his hand firmly.

With a muffled snort, Bo Shenrong's vision completely recovered.

The person he stabbed was not Yuan Jiayi, but what made him more excited was that it was not Yuan Jiayi, but

Bo Shenyan!

Seeing Bo Shenyan's whole body tremble, Bo Shenrong was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he couldn't help but want to step forward and pull out the knife, stab it into Bo Shenyan's chest again and stir it a few times, so that he couldn't survive. Chance.

Kill two birds with one stone, double happiness!

But it was precisely because of his half step forward that he followed Bo Shenyan's intentions. He gritted his teeth and concentrated all his strength on his right arm, then lifted it up and grabbed Bo Shenrong's hair, fiercely gouging him. To the bedside table with sharp corners!

With a "bang", blood mixed with some kind of liquid splashed onto the clear window, and muddy crawled to the edge of the window frame, leaving a few rather disgusting traces.

Duan Fu, who came out of the next ward, was about to go to the nurse's station to borrow something, but as soon as he left the door of the ward, he saw two bodyguards who seemed to have something to say to him, so he said in a deep voice, "If you have anything to say, just say it." .”

"Mr. Duan, an unknown doctor came to check on Mr. Yuan's situation just now." The bodyguard who didn't stop Bo Shenrong felt uneasy, and when Duan Fu asked him, he hurriedly said, "But we have already searched him." , did not find any problems, don't worry."

Duan Fu frowned and coughed, "I'm next door, why didn't you tell me?"

The two bodyguards looked at each other.

Who knows if you and the young master are busy with some major life events, how dare they bother you as subordinates?

"Check why the door is closed and the light is not turned on..." Duan Fu glanced at the gap under the door, but no light came through. He raised his hand to grab his infusion bottle and motioned for the bodyguard to help open the door, "I'll go in and have a look ..."

"Ah-ah-ah-!"

As soon as the doorknob was turned, hoarse shouts came from the room, Duan Fu's pupils constricted instantly, he raised his hand, tore off the infusion needle from his hand, and rushed in.

"Yuan Jiayi!"

He was so anxious that he forgot to turn on the light for a while, and just rushed to Yuan Jiayi's bedside to see what happened.

Yuan Jiayi was stunned and slowly raised his left hand, tilted his head and temporarily looked past Bo Shenyan's body, looking at his palm hanging above his back.

The curtains were loosely drawn, and moonlight seeped in, imparting a tinge of moon-white to every object in the room that would accept its light.

Mottled gun marks could be seen on the side of the thumb, clearly visible, Yuan Jiayi knew that it was an old wound.

But at this time, the old wound was covered with thick fresh blood, as if a new wound had been imposed on him on that basis.

The dark red blood flowed down the palm lines to the wrist, absorbing the temperature of Yuan Jiayi's cool body surface exposed to the air, and slid to the dimpled artery.

Yuan Jiayi shivered from the cold.

Then... Following the arc of his wrist, he looked back at the eyes of the owner of the blood on his hand.

those eyes...

Yuan Jiayi's breathing became difficult, and he looked at Bo Shenyan who was still propped on top of his body in confusion.

"..." Yuan Jiayi mumbled his lips and was speechless.

But in fact he wanted to say a lot.

When did you wake up, why didn't you talk to me when you woke up, didn't you look at me, don't you really know that I am worried about you?

Does the injury on the wrist still hurt? What about the injury on the back? Can you hear what I said when you were unconscious?

You saved me because you like me, love me, and want to be with me?

All the unspoken words condensed into sour tears, which flowed down Yuan Jiayi's eyes, rolled onto the pillow and disappeared without a trace.

"Ugh..."

Yuan Jiayi stared at the blood on his hands and sobbed, and found that he was crying uncontrollably, he bit his lips hastily to prevent himself from being vulnerable.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, why he became so crying.

Bo Shenyan had a smile on his brows, as if he wanted to tease Yuan Jiayi in a playful way, but just as he opened his mouth, a low hum came out of his lips, and his brows were tightly locked together.

"...Don't be afraid."

He heard himself comforting Yuan Jiayi like this.

Yuan Jiayi kept shaking his head, his face was pale and red with a low fever, he was sick, but in Bo Shenyan's eyes... the color was really pretty.

Bo Shenrong on the ground was still covering his eyes and screaming non-stop, people outside had already rushed in upon hearing the sound.

Duan Fu exuded startled anger on his face that hadn't been startled. He strode towards Bo Shenrong, leaned over and pulled his hair, and grabbed Bo Shenrong's arm that was dying to fight back. His face was chiseled at the sharp corner of the window sill, and with the sound of a broken bone, his eyesight just adapted to the dark light in the room

He squinted his eyes along the direction of the moonlight.

snap

Duan Fu saw Bo Shenyan leaning over Yuan Jiayi, whose blood dripped onto Yuan Jiayi's quilt in a large area. He almost lost his composure and shouted to the outside, "Wo Ye, Wo Ye! Call the doctor on duty!"

Yuan Jiayi had a fever during the day, even though Duan Fu put a mask on Yuan Xi early and kept a certain distance from Yuan Jiayi, he still couldn't prevent her from having a fever in the middle of the night.

And he also had a little fever. Under Wo Ye's coercion, Duan Fu hugged Yuan Xi, who was also flushed, and went to get an injection.

When the blood vessels were so cold, he saw Wo Ye holding Yuan Xiwo in his arms and sleeping soundly on the low bed. He didn't want to ring the bell to wake them up. He walked out of the ward door with the infusion bottle in hand, intending to go to the nurse's station and ask them to help pull out the needle. .

As soon as he left the door of the ward, he saw two bodyguards who were supposed to be guarding Yuan Jiayi looking at him strangely.

This is what happened just now.

Bo Shenrong, who was paralyzed into mud, was beaten unconscious by Duan Fu viciously, and could no longer make a sound.

Following the bodyguards, Wo Ye rushed into the ward, grabbed the head of the unconscious Bo Shenrong, dragged him out of the room, and immediately called the police.

The medical staff didn't know what happened, and some accidentally stepped on Bo Shenrong's leg bone, and before they had time to apologize, they went to rescue Bo Shenyan first.

All these things happened in less than a minute, and Bo Shenyan was quickly moved to the bed in a prone position by the medical staff, and pushed decisively to the emergency room.

The sticky blood on Yuan Jiayi's palm dried up quickly, he grasped back and forth the fingers that would drip blood, tears could not stop falling down.

"Mr. Yuan..."

The back of Duan Fu's hand was also covered with blood, but it was all his own. He had no choice but to tear off the hanging needle that was in the way, and let the blood gushe out from the needle hole.

Seeing Yuan Jiayi's appearance, Duan Fu sighed, casually wiped the back of his hands, and raised his fingers to wipe away Yuan Jiayi's tears.

"It's okay, Doctor Yuan. President Bo was stabbed between the ribs and the liver. I've also suffered this kind of injury. Don't you think I'm still fine? There really won't be any serious problems..."

Duan Fu sighed, turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Yuan Jiayi alone.

A few days after Bo Shenyan came out of the intensive care unit, he turned around and was pushed in by the medical staff again.

But Yuan Jiayi was even more extreme, he almost grew up at the door of the ICU, and refused to leave for a moment except to eat, sleep and go to the bathroom.

The time I lay down this time was about the same as last time, but no one could bear to lie in the intensive care unit for a month. Although there was nutrient solution to suspend his life, he did not eat after all. .

Just the day before Yuan Jiayi couldn't help but want to rush in, the doctor had a notice saying that Bo Shenyan could be transferred out of the intensive care unit and returned to the general ward for supervision.

Yuan Jiayi was so excited that he couldn't even walk steadily, he insisted on pushing the bed with the medical staff, hugging Bo Shenyan happily, and only then did he sleep peacefully for the first time in many days.

When he woke up, Yuan Jiayi kissed the man's cheek, wiped away the tears on his face, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, "...Why are you still sleeping?"

Bo Shenyan quietly closed his eyes.

Yuan Jiayi looked at him sideways for a while, then sat up with a sigh and looked out the window.

"It's warming up."

Still no response.

"It would be great if I could eat some cherries fed by the 'specialist', preferably sweeter..."

Yuan Jiayi leaned over and kissed his dry lips, straightened up and pressed the bridge of his nose, which was a little sore from staying up late watching over Bo Shenyan, and walked slowly to the table to pour water, ready to smear Bo Shenyan's lips Get moist.

The sound of the hospital kettle boiling water was a bit loud, Yuan Jiayi glanced back at Bo Shenyan who was still sleeping soundly, leaned on the table with his slumped shoulders, poured half a cup of cold boiled water into the cup for preparation.

Recently, I have been lying on the bed for a long time, and I have become lazy. After standing on the table for a while, my legs began to feel tired.

Yuan Jiayi sighed, lowered his head to shake the milk in his glass, hesitated for a long time before raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The boiling sound of the kettle was loud as if it was going to blow up the room. When it subsided, Yuan Jiayi raised his hand and pulled out the plug, and poured half of it into the cup with his hand firmly, mixing it with the cold boiled water before.

"...Doctor Yuan, that water—"

The man's hoarse voice sounded, with a vaguely satisfied smile.

Yuan Jiayi froze when his back was pouring water, warm water splashed from the overflowing cup onto the back of his hand.

"I...can I have something sweet..."

The author has something to say: I am trapped to death.

Everyone is looking forward to the bitterness and sweetness, get ready to meet the high sugar, ahahaha...cough cough cough hiahiahia~

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感谢在2021-03-1223:50:56~2021-03-1323:53:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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