With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Wu Haixin was a little embarrassed, but he still kept a smile on his face: "Ah Qing, you misunderstood me. I will explain it to you and give you an explanation."

damn it.

If he wanted to crush the Song family, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

But, right now, he can only be angry, not kill them!I have to endure the nausea and please them!

"That's right, Ah Qing, let's talk slowly later." Song Ninghe stood up as a peacemaker, pulled Song Xingqing aside, and whispered something to him.

Song Xingqing's eyes turned colder after hearing this, and he said in a deep voice, "Ah Feng, go find Song Yu, or take her away if you can't, I want to see what kind of medicine Wu Haixin sells in his gourd."

"Brother, I think that Wu Haixin really came to apologize." Song Xingfeng looked meaningfully at the car parked in the small courtyard opposite.

The words of the third master of the Fu family.

Wu Haixin couldn't be frightened to the point of shit!

Song Xingqing was preoccupied with thinking about how to deal with Wu Haixin, he didn't pay attention to what he was saying, turned around and followed him with a calm and handsome face.

No matter what he wants to do, the soldiers come to cover him up.

Song Xingfeng quickly entered the courtyard.

At this moment, Song Yu just pushed Fu Hanyu on the sofa, unbelievingly unbuttoning his shirt. I don't know if the button is deliberately against her, but it just can't be undone.

Fu Hanyu lowered his eyebrows slightly, seeing that her little face was flushed red, the blush at the end of her eyes was particularly eye-catching, and she laughed softly, with a sexy and seductive voice: "Miss Song, can you do it? "

Song Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up!"

Women can't say no!

Seeing that she was in a hurry, Fu Hanyu deliberately teased her, leaned close to her ear, and breathed out: "Would you like me to help you?"

"No need!" Song Yu growled in embarrassment, and his subordinates used force.

next moment.

There was a tearing sound.

Sounded in the quiet living room.

His black silk shirt was torn open by her with the buttons attached, revealing a large piece of sexy chest with clear texture. Under the delicate collarbone, there was a thick gauze wrapped around it.

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment: ...

The quality of this fabric is too bad!

Song Xingfeng, who had just arrived at the entrance of the living room, looked at the scene in front of him and felt his head buzzing. With a calm and handsome face, he gritted his molars and shouted: "Song! Yu!"

she……

She is a girl!

She tore other people's clothes, what did she want to do!

Song Yu glanced at the coveted perfect figure of someone who was close in front of him, then at Song Xingfeng, calmly shook the rag in his hand, and said with a bit of disgust: "Second brother, you are here , His clothes are of poor quality."

Fu Hanyu couldn't help laughing, and gave a low cough.

Correct.

It's because his clothes are of poor quality.

Song Xingfeng's blood surged up, and everyone went crazy, and he asked word by word: "What are you doing?"

Song Yu didn't feel embarrassed at all, as long as she wasn't embarrassed, it was someone else who was embarrassed, and said solemnly: "He is injured, I will help him see and treat the wound."

so far so good.

She didn't tear his clothes for no reason.

Otherwise, I really don't know how to explain it.

Song Xingfeng got closer, only to see that Fu Hanyu's body was covered with gauze, and in some places, blood was still oozing out, which looked very serious. His eyes were still a little dangerous, and he was vigilant: "Why don't you go to the hospital to treat the wound?" ?”

He came here on purpose!

This is a bitter trick against her!

A normal man, when he is hurt, loves his woman, and is afraid that she will be sad when she sees it, so shouldn't he hide it well?

"My medical skills are better than that of the hospital." Song Yu said.

"I didn't ask you." Song Xingfeng felt that she was too innocent to be deceived by this scheming old man, and she was so bewildered.

"The wound was treated in the hospital." Fu Hanyu looked at him and nodded slightly, then changed the topic, and said slowly: "But Yu'er is worried about me, so she insists on checking my wound and refilling my medicine."

Song Xingfeng only felt that someone had stabbed him in the chest and gave him a vicious look.

Son of a bitch!

He is provoking him!

He's showing off to him!

Wait until he wants to speak again and fight back.

Song Yu asked him, "Second brother, what happened there yesterday."

She was very calm and calm, and stretched out her hand to Fu Hanyu to untie the gauze, as if she was not the one who tore off the clothes just now.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Song Xingfeng burst into anger, which diluted his dissatisfaction with Fu Hanyu, and sarcastically said: "The old man is just pretending, he is not sick."

Want him to call his ancestors?

He doesn't deserve it!

Song Yu checked Fu Hanyu's wound while listening to Song Xingfeng.

Yesterday, Dr. Zhong Wuzhong went to examine him and said that Song Dehong was pretending to be sick.

Song Ningyou and the others became furious and framed him as a quack doctor and a quack doctor. They said he was talking nonsense and wanted to drive him away, almost fighting.

Later, the director of the Imperial Hospital came over and confirmed his identity. He was Dr. Zhong Wuzhong, the great apprentice of the great national player Han Ziqian, and he was also the one who would inherit his mantle in the future, the next national player.

Song Ningyou and the others died down and apologized, not daring to beep any more.

With the status of the Song family, not to mention the great masters, even the apprentices of the great masters, if they want to invite them to see a doctor, they don't have the qualifications or the energy.

Song Ningyou and the others are not fools either. To be able to make friends with a doctor of this level is of course what they wish for. They just wish they could slap themselves twice and kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

Song Xingfeng was talking about what happened last night, and he was also observing Fu Hanyu. He saw that he was covered with wounds, three gunshot wounds, and more than 20 knife wounds, each of which had bone deep visible, which made people shudder.

He really wanted to ask, did he go shopping with someone?

The third master of the Fu family, why was he injured so badly?

Song Yu untied the gauze little by little, and when he saw the whole picture of his wound, his eye circles turned red, bit his lip lightly, controlled his trembling hands, and said calmly: "Second brother, go to the laboratory and help I'll bring the medicine box and the golden sore medicine on the medicine shelf."

She knew he was hurt.

But she didn't know that he was hurt so badly.

Last night, on the way here today, he was still in the mood to joke with her. Doesn't he know it hurts?

Fu Hanyu lowered his brows slightly, and he could see the red corners of her eyes, coaxing in a deep and hoarse voice: "It just looks scary, but it doesn't hurt that much."

He doesn't speak.

Song Yu wasn't angry yet, but his heart throbbed badly.

As soon as she heard him speak, a wave of nameless anger immediately rushed to her head, her eyes were very red, her eyes were flickering with fire, filled with water vapor, she said every word: "Fu Hanyu, say it again!"

"painful."

Fu Hanyu murmured.

Song Yu bit his lip and looked at him stubbornly, the water vapor in his eyes turned into little crystals.

Fu Hanyu stretched out his hand, gently covering her lips with his fingertips, bent over to get closer to her, and sighed in a low voice: "It hurts."

Song Yu sniffled, started to lose his temper, and pushed him: "You still know it hurts, didn't you say it doesn't hurt? Why don't you hurt to death?"

Fu Hanyu swayed, Jun's face was filled with pain, and he gasped.

Song Yu subconsciously grabbed his arm, nervous: "Where does it hurt? Where did I just touch?"

Her voice just fell.

The living room door.

There came a warning with obvious displeasure: "Ahem!"