Kanto Fengyue

Jian Feng opened the car door and smiled gracefully: "Here we are, Captain Zhao, please get out of the car."

When Zhao Yuzheng got out of the car, he was still holding the gun in his hand. He looked around nervously, and found that there was no one there, and the base of his neck immediately turned red. In front of Han Jianfeng, he seemed rather petty.

Han Jianfeng strode into the villa without even looking at him.

Sitting in the empty living room, Zhao Yuzheng still did not regain his composure and indifferent attitude, seeing Han Jianfeng maintaining a springy smile to himself, hesitantly asked: "Mr. Han, why is there no one here? "

With a calm demeanor, Han Jianfeng unconsciously raised his hand and pulled the hair hanging from his forehead: "Because there is an important guest coming today, the third master is afraid that the wall has ears."

Zhao Yuzheng asked doubtfully, "Who is the important guest?"

Han Jianfeng raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuzheng with a smile that was not a smile: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

Zhao Yuzheng's eyes widened, and he wondered, "Are you talking about me?"

Han Jianfeng suddenly restrained the smile on his face, and said seriously: "Commander Zhao, the third master knows that you are worrying about military expenses. Now I have a chance to earn a sum of money, which is enough for your three years in the army. You Are you willing to earn this money?"

Zhao Yuzheng's eyes lit up when he heard it, but he had just made a joke, and now he didn't want to be looked down upon by Han Jianfeng any more, so he tried his best to make the expression on his face not look so urgent, and he didn't say he was willing or that he didn't want to , just laughed: "If you have money but don't make money, that's a fool."

Han Jianfeng sneered: "But this money is not earned for nothing, you have to do something for the third master."

Zhao Yuzheng said with a smile: "I am a person who can't do anything other than fight and kill, I'm afraid it will spoil the business of the third master." He was speaking self-effacingly, but Han Jianfeng actually said: " You are right, the third master has thought of this level for a long time. That's why he temporarily arranged Commander Zhao in Shuangyue Pavilion, and let me teach you slowly." Then he followed the temptation: "Although this way of making money is not easy, But it’s very different from what you used to. We cooperate with each other, everyone benefits, and we don’t lose face, don’t you think this is a good thing?”

Zhao Yuzheng hastily smiled and said: "Of course it is," thinking to himself, Han Jianfeng's mouth is really powerful, doesn't this imply that I used to be like a poor relative who came to the door and only asked for money from the He family.Suddenly he became unconvinced again, "What kind of bastard is Han Jianfeng, why should he mock me." With a light cough, he asked bluntly, "What does the third master want me to do?"

Han Jianfeng said leisurely: "Don't worry, Captain Zhao is also tired today, I will take you to the guest room to rest first, I will have time to talk to you about this matter in detail later."

Han Jianfeng took Zhao Yuzheng to the guest room to rest, and before leaving, he suddenly turned around and smiled mysteriously: "Head Zhao, we will spend a lot of time here in the future. I am timid, don't worry about it." Pull out your gun at every turn to scare me."

Zhao Yuzheng heard the words "Get along day and night", and subconsciously raised his head to look at Han Jianfeng. The other person looked gentle and handsome, with a tall and straight figure with perfect proportions.My heart was pounding for no reason, and the sound was like a drum.She smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Han, don't worry, I will take care of my gun and never let it go off."

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly: "There are casual clothes and pajamas in the closet. We are about the same size, you should wear the one that fits you well." Looking at Zhao Yuzheng's military uniform, he said, "Leader Zhao, please feel free."

Zhao Yuzheng came from a tough background, and worked hard to survive in the bandit's den.On weekdays, there is no such thing as an orderly who is close to him. One is unnecessary, and he is also a suspicious person. If others are too close, he will not be at ease.

Han Jianfeng didn't attack him, but it doesn't mean that he is safe at the moment. Sleeping in an unfamiliar environment, he can't sleep well.He got up at dawn, and briefly scanned his surroundings with piercing eyes, like a cautious and nimble cheetah.

After washing up neatly, he raised his head and shook off the remaining water droplets on his cheeks and hair, like a lion and beast suddenly jumping out from the edge of the stream, boldly staining the ground with water.Quietly walked around Shuangyue Pavilion, and quickly became familiar with the surrounding environment. When I found that there were no secret sentries or gun towers here, I was a little relieved, and calmly fetched a bucket of water from the well and carried it into the kitchen. He quickly counted the rice, grain, and vegetables, and lightly lit a fire to cook.

By the time Han Jianfeng changed his clothes and stepped into the dining room gracefully, the aroma of food was already wafting from inside. Pancakes, porridge and a few side dishes were placed on the table.Zhao Yuzheng had already changed into clean clothes at this time, neatly dressed as a martial artist, and handed a bowl of porridge to Han Jianfeng.

Han Jianfeng was not polite to him, and took it naturally. The moment he took the bowl, he glanced at Zhao Yuzheng's hands. Those hands were rough and calloused like iron thorns, and Han Jianfeng's white and soft hands The hands of literati are very different, and it can be seen that they are a pair of hands honed by hard work.

Then he looked at the clothes on Zhao Yuzheng's body calmly. This clothes were usually worn by Han Jianfeng for practicing martial arts. Apart from a suit and leather shoes, he also wore a long robe and mandarin jacket. They were all dressed in the elegant attire of intellectuals, and this was the only set for bunt.However, Zhao Yuzheng didn't look obtrusive at all when this set was on him, he secretly smiled in his heart, a beard is a beard, and it can't be changed at any time.

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly and said, "Little brother, I have only seen Commander Zhao in military uniform before, but I didn't expect that he would be so energetic in casual clothes."

Zhao Yuzheng chuckled: "My old Zhao is a rough man, I really don't know how to dress well. It's not like Mr. Han who knows how to be fashionable, and his whole body is full of skills to please women."

Han Jianfeng smiled warmly in the spring breeze, silently greeted the [-]th generation of his ancestors surnamed Zhao, and said: "It's okay if you don't understand, you can learn. Don't worry, Captain Zhao. I will learn these skills little by little. Teach you slowly, and one day it will come in handy."

Han Jianfeng lowered his head and took a sip of the porridge, which was quite delicious, and said with a smile, "Commander Zhao is very good at cooking."

Zhao Yuzheng smiled and said: "Don't look at my old Zhao as a rough person, but I'm rough but I'm thin. It turned out that when I was on Longfeng Mountain, my godfather liked the food I cooked, and he was not used to eating things that were handled by others."

Han Jianfeng looked at the steaming food on the table and said with a smile: "It's my good fortune that Commander Zhao cooks in person today. This bowl of porridge is hard to come by, and I have to repay the kindness of this meal."

Zhao Yuzheng chuckled: "What did Mr. Han say, I can do it with little effort. I'm used to getting up early, anyway, I have nothing to do when I'm free."

Han Jianfeng put down his rice bowl, opened his eyes lightly, and looked calm, but Zhao Yuzheng felt that the atmosphere around him suddenly became serious, and looked at Zhao Yuzheng with a half-smile and said: "Head Zhao is the one who helps the third master to do great things, Jian Feng I have to rely on you in the future, how can I let you idle."

Zhao Yuzheng also put down the bowls and chopsticks: "Where, where... My old Zhao was originally a bandit leader, a rough man. Unlike Mr. Han, a useless romantic scholar who is invincible in love and famous at a young age. Manchuria...."

Han Jianfeng couldn't stand his compliments every time he came up with a new cut, so he interrupted him immediately: "Commander Zhao, I've finished eating, thank you for your breakfast. I'll go and prepare it first, and you will come to the study after dinner Find me, the third master has something to tell me to tell you." Sold him an unfathomable pass.

Zhao Yuzheng said casually: "Mr. Han is really a gentleman, he eats like a singer on a stage, chewing slowly." Then he concentrated on chewing a piece of pancake, trying to put on an expression that the old god is present and at ease, Never want to show a trace of curiosity in front of Han Jianfeng who has never seen the world.

Han Jianfeng glanced at him calmly, thinking: "This kid deserves a beating. If I didn't look at He Yaoting's face, I would have beaten him to death."

Han Jianfeng was half full from this breakfast, and if he continued to eat at the same table with Zhao Yuzheng, he must have indigestion.Afraid that he would not be able to restrain his temper, he lifted the table and beat Zhao Huzi violently.Shi Shiran stood up and smiled casually, which didn't teach Zhao Yuzheng that he was angry.He went straight to the upstairs study room, inserted a record into the phonograph, randomly picked out a copy of "Economics" and read it in the dark. In Mendelssohn's gorgeous and smooth violin concerto, the boiling anger was slowly suppressed, secretly He laughed a bit: "A vulgar gangster, why should I have the same knowledge as him."

On the other hand, Zhao Yuzheng ate breakfast to his heart's content leisurely, and then went upstairs with great interest to prepare to enter the hall.

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☆、Wave of the Frost Moon

Zhao Yuzheng pushed the door into the study amidst the melancholy and gorgeous violin music.

Han Jianfeng was reading a book with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was dressed in a shirt and trousers, and a moon-white thick woolen coat was draped over his shoulders. He looked like a young professor teaching in a university with his brows closed and silent.

Zhao Yuzheng thought to himself, if this person doesn't do that job, it would be nice to be a teacher.Then reflexively thought of the scene where Han Jianfeng was surrounded by a large group of female students, not to mention how awkward he was, he would rather Han Jianfeng continue to be the manager of Xueyuan, surrounded by Yingying, Yanyan, red makeup and green willows all day long.

Seeing Zhao Yuzheng come in, he put down the book without taking off his glasses, looked up at him and asked, "Have you eaten?" Pointing to the side, he continued: "Sit down." He pointed to the coffee pot: "Where is the cup?" If you are thirsty, there is coffee in the pot, head Zhao please help yourself."

Zhao Yuzheng sat down on the sofa carelessly, and stretched his long legs: "Don't bother me, I'm not thirsty, Mr. Han, don't be impatient, just tell me what you have to say." The tiger's eyes lit up and said: "What does Mr. He want me to do?" What? Do you want me to kill someone?"

Han Jianfeng smiled slightly: "You can say yes, or you can say no."

Zhao Yuzheng snorted coldly: "Is it the He family?"

Han Jianfeng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said: "Captain Zhao is so smart." Picking up the porcelain cup on the side, he took a sip and continued: "Maybe, maybe not." It was like talking to himself.

Zhao Yuzheng was fascinated by watching him drinking coffee, met Han Jianfeng's nonchalant gaze, coughed lightly and said, "Who is it, even Mr. Han finds it difficult?"

Han Jianfeng's eyes wandered a little, and he slowly returned to Zhao Yuzheng's face: "It's not that it's difficult, it's just that it's not convenient for me to intervene." Then he smiled and continued: "We'll talk about this later," taking out the book and said , "Mr. He is currently short of a partner with both civil and military skills. Mr. Zhao's head Wu is sure to be fine, but I don't know how talented you are?"

Zhao Yuzheng scratched his head: "I'm not a teacher. I don't know how to write articles. I know about a hundred or so characters."

"It's good to know how to read." Jian Feng smiled and handed the book to him: "This is the favorite novel of young women nowadays, you should read it first, and you can ask me if you don't understand anything."

Zhao Yuzheng was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and wondered, "Why does Mr. Han ask me to read novels?"

Han Jianfeng said with a smile: "There is a golden house in the book. These things are very necessary to succeed in the future."

Zhao Yuzheng took it reluctantly, and felt that it was extremely difficult to talk to Han Jianfeng, because the other party didn't want to talk to him properly.

Han Jianfeng saw that Zhao Yuzheng was holding the book with frowning and troubled expression, and he was in an unusually happy mood. He stood up and smiled, "I'm going to the Snow Garden in the afternoon. The Shuangyue Pavilion has everything. Captain Zhao, please help yourself."

Before leaving, he lightly patted Zhao Yuzheng on the shoulder, and smiled meaningfully: "If you want to make a lot of money, you have to be patient. If Head Zhao can't bear it, you can go back to Longfeng Mountain and become a beard. There is absolutely no one. Stop it." When he went out, he looked up at Zhao Yuzheng and continued, "This is the meaning of the third master."

Shuangyue Pavilion is very clean and quiet, only an old couple is watching the house.Zhao Yuzheng was holding the romance novel called "Summer of Lily of the Valley", and spent a few days of being bored. The meaning of half of the words in the book had to be guessed.As soon as the name of this book is heard, there is no desire to open it. I can barely understand that it is a story about free love between an officer and a rich lady.

Han Jianfeng went out early every day and came back after dark. When he came back, he threw some newspapers and magazines such as "New Youth" to Zhao Yuzheng for him to read. These things were not difficult to do, but Zhao Yuzheng was not interested, and he couldn't figure it out. What does it have to do with business.

For Zhao Yuzheng, he would rather Han Jianfeng throw him a copy of "Water Margin" or "Jin Ping Mei".After taking a few breaths, he went out to check and found that the only car had been driven away by Han Jianfeng, but there were horses in the stables, so it was not difficult to leave.After returning to the house, I went to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of noodles, thinking that these days are really miserable.

One day, until it was completely dark, Han Jianfeng went back to Shuangyue Pavilion stepping on the moonlight with a frosty face.

The living room of Shuangyue Pavilion is very elegant, Zhao Yuzheng is still in bunt, and under the soft light of the living room, he can keenly see the tired look on Han Jianfeng's eyebrows.

At this moment, Han Jianfeng had already taken off his coat, and changed into a homely attire. He casually put on a navy blue sweetheart-neck sweater over a plain shirt, revealing some lazy literary style.He is born with a clothes rack figure, even if he wears a piece of cloth casually on his body, he can still wear it with an artistic sense.

Han Jianfeng has long legs. He walked to the sofa in two or three steps, leaned over and sat down on the sofa. He sat upright and never leaned on the back of the chair even when he was tired. This is a habit left over from learning the violin when he was a child.

He casually glanced at Zhao Yuzheng: "Captain Zhao, it's not time to sleep yet, why don't we chat."

Zhao Yuzheng thought to himself, what can I talk to you about.On the mouth, he said: "What are you talking about?"

Han Jianfeng asked casually, "Can you play mahjong?"

Zhao Yuzheng thought for a while and said, "That's something girls like, but I know some things."

Han Jianfeng snorted coldly: "Mahjong is the quintessence of the country. It existed during the Warring States Period. It is said that it was invented by Confucius. The game that this girl likes is called game." Looking up at Zhao Yuzheng, he said with a little deep meaning: "What is game? The captain must know."

Zhao Yuzheng wondered: "Oh? There are still so many things to say about playing cards."

Han Jianfeng smiled and said, "Head Zhao doesn't know something. There are many tricks on the poker table. After a long time, I will tell you slowly." Sipping tea to moisten his throat, he continued, ""Summer of Lily of the Valley" "Does Commander Zhao still understand?"

Zhao Yuzheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I understand."

Han Jianfeng put down the teacup and said seriously, "What story are you telling?"

Zhao Yuzheng snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Isn't it just a mess between an officer and a woman, who wrote a lot of trouble."

Han Jianfeng smiled and said: "That's right, it's just the nonsense of a man and a woman." He looked at Zhao Yuzheng with a half-smile and said, "But if a lady asks you this question, you can't answer it like this You have to pay attention to polishing. After polishing, it will be a romantic love story, "Life is precious, and love is more expensive." If you are chatting with a lady, you have to rely on this aspect."

Zhao Yuzheng sneered and said: "My old Zhao is a leader of the army, why do you want to imitate these girls' accents?"

Han Jianfeng unconsciously raised his hand to straighten his hair, feeling that Zhao Yuzheng's behavior was an eyesore and a shame.Expressionless, he said: "Commander Zhao doesn't know something. It's popular in the upper class to play the 'lady card', which is called lady diplomacy. If Commander Zhao wants to enjoy himself in Manchuria, you won't know these tricks to curry favor with women." , you have to learn."

Zhao Yuzheng's face changed, and he snorted coldly, "I don't have time to learn this." He put down his glass with a slap and was about to go back to his room, still full of disdain.

"Wait a minute." Han Jianfeng's soft and slightly cool voice echoed behind him.

Zhao Yuzheng turned around and asked provocatively, "Mr. Han, what advice do you have?"

Han Jianfeng was also very displeased, thinking that my words are so blunt, why is this guy not up to the mark.He snorted coldly: "I can't talk about advice," and scanned Zhao Yuzheng from head to toe nakedly: "Regimental Commander Zhao is a decent soldier, this clothes don't match his status, change it later, don't be an inferior person in the future dress up."

Zhao Yuzheng's face was flushed with anger, and he cursed: "Han Jianfeng, what are you, you dare to mock me, you're so shameless."

Han Jianfeng stood up, stood tall, glanced at him, and sneered: "It's just asking you to change clothes, why such a big reaction."

Zhao Yuzheng snorted through his nose: "It doesn't matter whether you change or not. If you change your body like this, you will become a high-class person? No matter how well you dress, you are still a pimp, and what you do is to force a good man into prostitution."

Han Jianfeng was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him at this time, and directly ordered: "I have been tired all day, and I am not in the mood to talk nonsense with you, so go upstairs and change your clothes."

Zhao Yuzheng calmed down at this time, and sat down on the sofa. Erlang raised his legs and looked at Han Jianfeng with raised eyebrows: "No change."

"Do you want to change?" Han Jianfeng's face darkened, and his voice became stern, which was a sign of his declining patience.

Zhao Yuzheng continued with a leisurely expression: "No change."

Seeing that he was not cooperating, Han Jianfeng completely lost his patience, stretched out his long legs, leaped to Zhao Yuzheng, and directly stretched out his hand to pick him up from the sofa.

Han Jianfeng is a professional publicist, not a professional thug. With his current status, he usually doesn't fight with others casually.This time, he made up his mind to teach Zhao Yuzheng a lesson, if this person is still ignorant, he can just kill him, so as not to get out and cause He Yaoting trouble.

Zhao Yuzheng only thought that he was a useless little boy, but unexpectedly he was quite strong, so he instinctively stretched out his hand to block.

Han Jianfeng learned Neijiaquan with Kong She. He started relatively late, and his martial arts foundation is not as good as that of Feng Wu, let alone Zhang Yaoyun, who practiced martial arts since childhood. So in order to make up for his innate shortcomings, he specially studied for several years. Judo is best at close combat.

Zhao Yuzheng has no foundation in martial arts, and has never learned any serious boxing techniques, but he grew up in a wolf's den and has been trained in actual combat. He greeted Han Jianfeng with his elbows and knees.

Han Jianfeng's heart turned violent, and while he was punching, he pulled Zhao Yuzheng's arm, and threw him on the ground with a sharp over-the-shoulder slam.

Zhao Yuzheng was stunned by his fall, and when he reacted, he was furious and subconsciously reached out to touch the gun, but Han Jianfeng took the first step and turned his gun out of his trouser pocket.The bullet was unloaded with a click, and the barrel of the gun hit Zhao Yuzheng hard on the head, Zhao Yuzheng struggled for a while and fainted.

Han Jianfeng looked at Zhao Yuzheng who had temporarily lost his ability to resist on the ground, and hesitated for a while, whether to directly break and dislocate Zhao Huzi's arm.After hesitating for a moment, he gave up, just took out the belt and beat him hard, and then tied his hands.

Han Jianfeng twisted his neck, he hadn't fought for a long time, and he was sweating all over, feeling really uncomfortable, especially with Zhao Yuzheng, this fight was no fun at all.

That's why he kicked him twice again, and then he figured out the dislike in his heart.While kicking, he thought: "If I ask you to change your clothes, you can't do it, you rough old man, don't worry about it."

Han Jianfeng looked repeatedly at the small German-made pistol in his hand, then bent down and grabbed Zhao Yuzheng by the collar of his clothes, dragging him up the stairs.

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☆、Rough education

When Zhao Yuzheng woke up, Han Jianfeng changed into a royal blue silk shirt, sat on the antique sofa in the bedroom, and slowly sipped the red wine in the glass goblet gracefully.Under the light, the color of ruby ​​red was slightly deeper than the color of blood, and the whole person exuded a sense of elegance and splendor that was strange and evil.

Han Jianfeng had a leisurely and calm expression on his face, but in his heart he hesitated whether to beat Zhao Yuzheng again.If this good beating didn't subdue Zhao Yuzheng, Han Jianfeng would strangle him to death, and cleanly make up a few more knives, pretending to be robbed and killed by someone in self-defense.

Zhao Yuzheng felt a headache because when he was dragged upstairs by Han Jianfeng, his head was bumped on the stair stool, and his whole body was in pain. It was the trauma of being pulled by the belt.

Zhao Yuzheng looked at Han Jianfeng with grinning teeth, before he could curse out, Han Jianfeng's piercing and cold eyes suddenly shot directly at him, the peachy eyes were no longer full of tenderness, but fierce killing intent.Zhao Yuzheng couldn't help shivering when he met that gloomy gaze.

Han Jianfeng tossed his hand, and the wine glass in his hand drew a beautiful parabola in the air, slamming hard on the wall behind Zhao Yuzheng and shattered, the blood red wine splashed all over the ground, scaring Zhao Yuzheng into a shudder.

Han Jianfeng sat here and waited for Zhao Yuzheng to wake up naturally. The reason why he didn't use salt water to wake him up was because he felt that Zhao Yuzheng's body was still useful, and the scars left by that immediate method would be more hideous.

Han Jianfeng stood up, approached Zhao Yuzheng step by step, and suddenly squatted down in front of him, looking down at him arrogantly.

Zhao Yuzheng thought he was about to be beaten again, so he simply closed his eyes and laid his corpse on the ground, but Han Jianfeng only inspected him for a while, then stretched out a soft white hand into Zhao Yuzheng's clothes, and touched his ribs twice. Bundle.

It's not scary for a person with a bad temper to get angry on weekdays. On the contrary, it is even more shocking for a person who has always been gentle and gentle to suddenly burst into thunderous anger.Zhao Yuzheng was baffled by his abnormal behavior, opened his eyes and looked at Han Jianfeng suspiciously, "What the hell is this guy trying to do?" Feeling creepy for no reason.

In fact, Han Jianfeng was thinking at this time whether Zhao Yuzheng had lost the ability to resist, whether he should break his ribs.

Han Jianfeng brushed the skin under Zhao Yuzheng's ribs with his long finger, and suddenly asked, "How are you? Can you still stand up?"

Zhao Yuzheng snorted, but insisted on putting on an air of arrogance, gritted his teeth and replied, "It should be possible."

Han Jianfeng let out a long voice, "Oh", and mercilessly punched him a few times, hitting the vital points all over his body, causing Zhao Yuzheng to break out in cold sweat from the pain.

Han Jianfeng thought that this guy was quite tough, so he didn't beg for mercy, so he just endured it.

After confirming that Zhao Yuzheng was powerless to fight back, he untied him, and said coldly, "Stand up for me."

Zhao Yuzheng stood up on the ground uncooperatively. He grew up in a bandit's den, but he was very resistant to beatings. After a short rest, he could get up unsteadily.The idea of ​​fighting back in my heart turned around a few times, and finally I chose to know the current affairs as a hero.

Secretly understood, it's no wonder that He Yaoting only let Han Jianfeng "receive him" alone. It seems that with Han Jianfeng's means and ability, at least at this moment, he can be cured completely.Can't help but sigh secretly, Han Jianfeng turned out to be a character pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.He secretly rejoiced that he was not held hostage at that time, otherwise, once this person made a murderous attempt, his life would have been lost long ago.

Han Jianfeng glanced at his face, thinking: "He can still stand up, it looks like he's quite resistant to beating." Seeing that Zhao Yuzheng really didn't have a good spot on his body, he temporarily stopped punching him again. thought.

He said coldly: "Take off!"

Zhao Yuzheng said "Ah?", completely surprised.

Han Jianfeng frowned impatiently: "Ah what! I told you to take off your clothes, take off quickly."

Zhao Yuzheng still didn't realize it, and stood there for a moment.Han Jianfeng had completely lost his patience. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he said impatiently, "What? Do you want me to do it myself?"

Without further ado, he pulled Zhao Yuzheng over, and ripped off his shirt with a stabbing sound. He tore a row of buttons in a rough motion, and a row of buttons was directly broken, and fists and feet were inevitably trapped in the tearing and twisting.

Zhao Yuzheng hurriedly said: "I will do it myself, I will do it myself." He began to slowly remove the bloody cloth strips on his body more obediently.

Han Jianfeng sneered disdainfully, stretched out his hand to open the closet door, flipped through it twice, picked out a suit, and threw it on the bed.

When Huo Di turned around, he saw Zhao Yuzheng's shirtless upper body, with criss-crossed welt marks all over his body, which was his masterpiece just now.Seeing that his exposed chest is lean and strong, exuding a healthy honey color, coupled with his thick eyebrows, big eyes, and vigorous appearance, there is a kind of masculine beauty. Still, the mood has eased up a little.

Thinking to himself: "This Zhao Huzi has a decent figure." Staring at him seems to be looking at a handicraft.

No, such a Zhao Yuzheng is just a piece of stone and wood, which can only exude the luster of a handicraft after being carved and polished.But if it is not polished well, it may be scrapped.

Zhao Yuzheng is usually good at observing words and expressions, and he keenly noticed that the murderous intent that had flashed in Han Jianfeng's eyes slowly faded away, and his appreciative eyes gradually revealed.Suddenly thinking of his profession, before dealing with Han Jianfeng, he had heard of his reputation as a romantic man, and he was popular with both men and women, and immediately felt a tingling scalp.

Han Jianfeng's eyes were cold, and he directly glanced at him below the waist: "Change the clothes," adding impatiently: "Change the whole set."

Zhao Yuzheng was taken aback for a moment, his face turned red and then black.As soon as he thought about taking off his clothes and changing clothes under Han Jianfeng's bright gaze, he immediately became entangled.

Han Jianfeng didn't think as much as he did. Seeing his strange expression and awkward look, he immediately felt sorry for him, and felt angry and funny.

Han Jianfeng is used to Fengyue as a professional requirement, and many things are for survival. In fact, he himself has no interest in sensuality, so he really has no intention of getting involved with this gentleman.

If Shen Ye's "Jiangnan Misty Rain" type of creamy niche is still alive, although Zhao Yuzheng looks good, but the "Desert Yellow Sand" type of rough guy is obviously not to Han Jianfeng's appetite.

Then he sternly shouted coldly: "Take it off quickly, put it on quickly. You rough old man, you are a fart!"

After going through a particularly difficult quarter of an hour, Zhao Yuzheng put on the suit with stiff movements and sloppy movements, but there was a bit of wild beauty in the mess.

Standing in front of the mirror, there is really a little sense of coquettish posture.Han Jianfeng looked him up and down, thinking to himself, this Zhao Huzi, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, can be regarded as a human being.

Han Jianfeng smiled coldly: "Don't think about how to deal with me, if I want to kill you, I would have killed you." Leaning closer to Zhao Yuzheng, he helped him button his coat one by one, and continued: "After all, people rely on clothes The horse depends on the saddle. You are not bad looking, and you are considered a good guy, but you have to smash it well."

He himself didn't feel that this kind of ambiguous behavior had already made Zhao Yuzheng feel uncomfortable burning from the root of his ears to his neck.

Zhao Yuzheng breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself: "It's a good thing that I look good. If I were ugly, I would have been killed by Han Huhu long ago." Then he smiled embarrassingly.

Then he twisted his stiff neck unnaturally: "The suit and trousers are so stiff, it's not as comfortable as a long robe and mandarin jacket."

Han Jianfeng snorted coldly: "That kind of elegant dress is not suitable for you." Then he said sternly: "The suit looks energetic, and you will get used to wearing it often in the future."

Han Jianfeng didn't speak any more, and casually threw a pack of anti-inflammatory powder to Zhao Yuzheng, gave him a sharp look, and thought, whether this simple and rude way of education would be effective for Zhao Yuzheng.It would be fine if he was beaten well, but if he can't get it right, he will be crippled, and it will be much more difficult to kill him then than it is now.

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☆, my heart is sad

Zhao Yuzheng was very unconvinced after being beaten up, he was a thorn in the beginning, it was impossible for him to obey Han Jianfeng's advice.

In the following days, when Han Jianfeng asked him to do this or that, he would still cautiously disagree with him, and then Han Jianfeng slapped him on the wall unceremoniously.

People are like this, once the killing ring is set, there is no need to pretend.Zhao Yuzheng is one of the few people in Han Jianfeng's life who has seen his "true temperament", but that is by no means lucky.Because of this, it meant that during Zhao Yuzheng's occasional stabbing, he would be suppressed with merciless force.

The first time Zhao Yuzheng was beaten half to death by Han Jianfeng, it was probably because he underestimated the enemy. Even though he was at a disadvantage, it did not mean that he would be defeated immediately.He is more resistant to fighting, and his movements are agile. After a few rounds, he will weaken the opponent's physical strength.

After experiencing friction again and again, Han Jianfeng found that it was getting more and more difficult to slap Zhao Yuzheng on the wall, and sometimes he had to fight wits and courage with him.

But now Zhao Yuzheng doesn't want to always confront Han Jianfeng head-on. After all, he didn't come to Beiman this time to die with Han Jianfeng.

So for the time being, a more submissive detour was adopted, after all, Zhao Yuzheng's skin and flesh did not have the addiction to being abused.Only when she was extremely dissatisfied would she contradict Han Jianfeng.

The newspapers, magazines, and books that Han Jianfeng asked him to read, although he didn't know what they were useful for, he still reluctantly read them.

Han Jianfeng still left early and came back late, and brought Zhao Yuzheng over every night when he came back. He taught Zhao Yuzheng as harshly as a teacher until midnight, and from time to time picked on Zhao Yuzheng's standing, sitting, walking, and speaking styles.

Shuangyue Pavilion is quiet but not cold, and the fire is strong and warm. If you are willing to be bored, you can still live comfortably during the day, but after nightfall, it is more terrifying to face Han Jianfeng's strict discipline.

To the southeast of the villa is a small western-style dance hall, with a Suzuki grand piano in the corner, which Han Jianfeng occasionally plays when he is not too tired.But he prefers to play the violin, not in the ballroom or the piano room, but in the bedroom.

Zhao Yuzheng passed by Han Jianfeng's bedroom occasionally, and heard the sound of the piano coming from inside, so he went to have a look out of curiosity.

Through the gap in the door, I saw Han Jianfeng standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and playing the violin, the silvery white moonlight came in and fell on him, quiet and slightly sad.

When Han Jianfeng played the violin, the surrounding air would be filled with deep melancholy.

For Zhao Yuzheng, compared with the melancholy and melancholy violin music, the lively, festive and down-to-earth "Errenzhuan" is obviously more attractive.

But Han Jianfeng playing the piano is extremely beautiful, not a romantic beauty, but a poignant beauty, with an infinitely bleak beauty, as fascinating as an illusory dream.

Such a visual impact shocked Zhao Yuzheng, and gave him an urge to break in immediately and swallow Han Jianfeng alive.

However, considering Han Jianfeng's vigorous and vigorous skills, it is really not an opponent.I think it is better to be patient for the time being and wait for the opportunity.If it was reckless, it might be possible for Han Fox to strangle him to death with a piano bow.

Zhao Yuzheng was lying on the bed, a pair of black eyes staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He only likes to fight and kill, and he is relatively inept about the relationship between his children, so he has heard of some people playing tricks.In Zhao Yuzheng's relatively simple and decadent worldview, the two big men cuddled together and had nothing to do.

He was very annoyed, because he discovered more than once that Han Jianfeng was actually pretty, although not as good-looking as a woman, but more attractive than a woman.Then I felt even more annoyed that I was crazy about this man, and my worldview collapsed a bit.

Sanye He is also good-looking, even more beautiful than Han Jianfeng, with the kind of aloofness and glamor that cannot be played with, in Zhao Yuzheng's eyes, he is almost the perfect incarnation of a god.In front of He Yaoting, he would never dare to do anything wrong.

But Han Jianfeng is different, he is neither noble nor advanced, but he is just a beautiful and romantic son, he is not a son in terms of background, even Zhao Yuzheng is not as good as many.It's just a shabby household, and by chance, he got to curry favor with the He family, and was whitewashed and molded into a wealthy and dignified appearance.

In the end, he is just an ordinary man who does everything to make a living. He is just prettier, more elegant, and more temperamental than others, but his essence is still humble.

And He Yaoting is truly noble, in Zhao Yuzheng's eyes, he is like an existence that gathers the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, and can only be used to look up and worship.