Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

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Once a wild person has weakness, that is his deadly handle.

"That's good. Let's start with Zhicheng No. 1 Middle School. There are thousands of people in No. 1 Middle School. I believe that by tomorrow morning, the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School will know that Jiang Beize likes his brother, hahaha!"

"If you want to die, I can see the Lord Yan right now!"

After finishing speaking, Song Nanye quickly raised his foot and kicked Huang Mao to the ground. Then he bent a leg over and rode on Huang Mao before raising his fist again.

Huang Mao was not afraid this time, he was laughing all the time, and tears came out of his smile.

"Hahahaha do you care about that little boy so much, so afraid of his secret being leaked out?"

"What do you want?! Say it!"

"I can pretend that I haven't seen anything without speaking out, provided that--"

Paused.

Huang Mao suppressed the smile on his lips.

"You let me punch ten punches now, don't fight back!"

"..."

Song Nanye got up from him without saying a word.

Lying on the grass beside him, looking at death as if at home, leaning back and forth, his eyes calm and waveless.

"Tsk tusk, Song Nanye, now you are compromising for a boy, really like a dog!"

Condescendingly, Huang Mao spit on his face severely.

Song Nanye didn't move, there was no fear or timid expression on his face.

The clouds in the distance drifted over, covering the sun, and he quietly looked into the distance, as if admiring the weather, until Huang Mao waved his fist towards his cheekbone.

Bang bang bang!

The retaliatory three punches were all directed at Song Nanye's face.

Song Nanye didn't say a word, without frowning, it was as natural as if he couldn't feel the pain.

He was still staring at the sky above his head, clear white clouds, and birds singing lonely.

"Okay, you don't hurt, do you!"

Huang Mao grabbed the stick on the side and swiped it against his stomach.

Heavy!

Song Nanye finally frowned, covered his belly with his body instinct, and turned over subconsciously.

Huang Mao pressed his back several times, heard the sound of broken bones, counted ten times, and kept his promise and let go.

Wan Lai was silent.

Song Nanye climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his face covered with blood, bruises, and eyes swollen. The original appearance was almost invisible. As soon as he bent down, the blood on his forehead fell to the ground, stained red. A piece of green on the ground.

He took a deep breath and finally straightened up and pointed at Huang Mao's face.

Poker face.

"You'd better speak credit, otherwise you will die miserably!"

"Haha, rest assured, I am not a betrayer like you!"

Huang Mao left after speaking, with both hands in his pockets, walking very briskly.

Song Nanye walked back step by step.

His vision became blurred, and people around him pointed and pointed. He couldn't hear those sounds, nor could he see those people. His ears buzzed, and his head was getting heavier and heavier, so tired that he wanted to sleep. feel.

"master!!!"

A heart-piercing cry came from the front, a voice familiar to him.

He heard the hallucinations.

The next second, his body fell forward unsupported, and fell straight into a clean embrace.

Jiang Beize hugged him, eyes full of horror, and both hands were shaking.

"Master... why do you bleed so much?!"

"..."

Song Nanye did not speak, took out the notebook from his pocket, and thrust it into Jiang Beize's arms out of anger.