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

Zhou Yang's mind was clear, and when he heard her words, his face, which had no blood at all, turned whiter and more transparent, making her bright red lips as gorgeous as blood, and her body, like leaves in winter, Trembling uncontrollably in the cold north wind.Song Yu walked over, closed the bedroom door, and then turned around, and saw her suddenly smile with her lips curled up, her smile was broken and beautiful.

"Yangyang, how long have you smelled this smell?"

Song Yu asked again.

"That's medicine, right? It's a medicine that can cause abortion and infertility." Zhou Yang didn't need her to say anything, he understood everything, and suddenly laughed out loud, with crystal clear tears running down her sickly pale cheeks, She kept slipping, her voice was a little hoarse, and she mocked Binghan to the bone: "Huan Yixiang? Huo Jiusui really regards himself as the emperor!"

Her slender and weak hands were tightly grasping the sheets, shackling herself. Only in this way could she maintain the last bit of sanity, and would not immediately collapse, rushing out like a crazy woman, asking him to question, looking for him. He's crazy!

"It's not the smell of musk." Song Yu shook his head, looked at her distressedly, and explained, "It's Nestle Grass, a very rare herb that only works on women. Cause miscarriage, if not pregnant, can cause infertility within three months."

As a doctor, she is responsible for her patients.

As a mother, Zhou Yang also has the right to know that her child may have died for some reason.

"I see." Zhou Yang lazily leaned on the bright red quilt, gently stroking his stomach with his hands, glamorous and seductive, like a fairy.

Song Yu approached, sat next to her, gently covered her hand, and held it.

"I'm a little tired." When Zhou Yang looked at her, his seductive eyes were as sad as death, his lips parted slightly, and he said, "Let me rely on you, okay?"

Song Yu hugged her gently.

When Zhou Yang was leaning against her arms, her body suddenly seemed uncontrollable, and she began to tremble slightly. The severe pain in her heart made her curl up into a ball unbearably.

Song Yu could feel her trembling, the whimpering in her throat, and her despair and pain, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

Zhou Yang never knew that when the pain was extreme, his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a ball, blood was dripping from the twist, his throat was so choked that it was difficult to breathe, but he couldn't shed tears.

"Yangyang, cry out." Song Yu noticed her abnormality, patted her back lightly, and guided her little by little: "Just cry out."

Zhou Yang's body trembled even more. When he looked up at her again, his pale face was already flushed due to difficulty breathing.

She was like a fish thrown onto the shore, desperately trying to struggle and breathe, but even a little air couldn't get into her lungs.

"Yang Yang." Song Yu's pupils constricted suddenly, and he called her a little louder. Seeing that she was about to have an accident due to breathing difficulties, he pulled out the silver needle on his finger without thinking, pointed at her neck, and pierced her. down.

In the living room across the door.

Going back and forth, I want to tell Song Yu that Zhou Yang doesn't like to eat sour food, and Huo Jiusui, who asked her to change her diet and medicine in the future, heard her call, his eyes flashed with obvious worry, and he stretched out his hand. To push the door.

Before his hand touched the doorknob, he felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind him. Before he could react, he was punched heavily on the left side of his face.

A painful murmur was suppressed in his throat by him, and his eyes were suddenly violent and ferocious, looking at the man in the wheelchair who was sneering at him.

Fuck, Fu Laosan is endless!

"You're courting death." Fu Hanyu said to his lips, his eyes filled with frost, extremely cold and dangerous, and he pressed his index finger on his lips, motioning him to keep quiet.

Huo Jiusui silently spat out the blood that was spat out of his mouth, and wanted to say go out and beat him.

Fu Hanyu didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, so he punched him on the right side of the face again,

This punch.

Stronger than before.

Huo Jiusui's whole body was unstable, and after hitting the wall, he fell heavily to the ground with a bang, his emotions exploded, his eyes were filled with crazy bloodthirsty, and he grinned at him.

Fu Hanyu frowned slightly.

Huo Jiusui suddenly bowed and rushed towards him.

The moment Fu Hanyu dodged away, he punched him in the stomach again.

Huo Jiusui let out a low groan, and when he fell to the ground, he grinned and attacked him again with lightning speed.

Fu Hanyu sneered.

The next moment.

Can't laugh anymore.

When Huo Jiusui was about to get close to him, he suddenly shifted his target and clasped the tire of his wheelchair with both hands, only to hear a pop, the tire was flat.

Fu Hanyu's eyes turned violent: ...

Shameless!

He is playing dirty tricks!

Huo Jiusui looked at him, silently and smugly laughed, and at the moment when he lost his mind, he exhausted all his strength and overturned his wheelchair.

He fought head-on, but he couldn't beat Fu Hanyu, a lunatic.

scene.

After a moment of stagnation.

Once chaotic and weird.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two powerful men who covered the sky with one hand fought like children.

Afraid of being heard by the people in the room, no one made even the slightest sound, just so quiet, childish and ridiculous, you punch me, I punch you back.

but.

After all, Huo Jiusui's strength was no match for Fu Hanyu. Even if his legs were not working well, he still couldn't beat him. If he hit him once, he would take ten hits.

until the bedroom.

After a burst of desperation suppressed to the extreme, there was a loud cry of collapse.

It was Zhou Yang's voice.

Huo Jiusui only felt a pain in his heart, a flustered and powerless feeling suddenly arose, as if something had left him at this moment, he couldn't touch it, he couldn't touch it, but he felt flustered inexplicably .

His complexion changed suddenly, he lowered his voice, and said angrily: "Fu Hanyu, you have fought enough, let go!"

Song Yu was injured, and he didn't mean it.

Fu Hanyu is a bastard, it wasn't enough to hit him on the head before, and he needs to be beaten again to discourage him!

Fu Hanyu looked at Huo Jiusui whose face was bruised and swollen to the point where he could barely recognize him. Finally, he felt a little better. He punched his eyes one last time and warned coldly, "If you dare to hurt her again, I'll kill her!" kill you!"

Done.

Only then did Huo Jiusui let go.

Huo Jiusui got up, and there was no movement in the room, and the crying disappeared after that.

But he was still worried, walked over and pushed the door open.

The door was opened from the inside.