Rarely fascinated

When Fei Luo saw Fang Zhihuan's leg that was almost dripping with blood, no matter how big his anger was, he was pulled hard in his heart. Instead of dodging Fang Zhihuan's oncoming punch, he took it abruptly. , he grabbed Fang Zhihuan's arm, pulled him into his arms, and growled in a low voice, "Stop making trouble!"

Fang Zhihuan struggled hard a few times, and when he found that he couldn't free himself, he kept pushing his elbows against Fei Luo's ribs, every time with great force, as if he was going to break his ribs directly.

Fei Luo snorted, his face became a little ugly, but he didn't let go of Fang Zhihuan, instead he restrained him even tighter with his arms.

The two stalemate silently for a long time, but it was Fei Luo who gave in first. He coaxed into Fang Zhihuan's ear, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that about you, don't be so excited."

"Let go of me." Fang Zhihuan's face was ashen. He seldom gets angry and angry. No matter how he feels in his heart, his face is always cold. When he writes anger directly on his face like now, it is rare. Few, he was really furious to the extreme, Fei Luo was simply too damned, no one could ever humiliate him to this extent.

Fei Luo stuck to Fang Zhihuan's ear and said, "Stop making trouble, I'll give you medicine."

Fang Zhihuan strode out the second Fei Luo let go, the blood left on his leg stained the floor bright red, but he walked forward without hesitation .

"Hey!" Fei Luo held his arm and said with displeasure, "Don't move, can't you see the blood?"

"It's your business." Fang Zhihuan said coldly, he looked at Fei Luo's hand holding his arm, his eyes were like sharp knives, "Let go."

"If you don't stay where you are, I'll take you to the hospital right now." Fei Luo threatened him in a low voice, "I will do what I say."

Fang Zhihuan froze in place, his upper body trembling slightly because of anger. He knew that a man like Fei Luo would definitely be able to do such a thing, so he looked at Fei Luo viciously, with that look that he wanted to bite him to death.

In the past, when Fei Luo saw Fang Zhihuan's eyes that were unwilling, angry and had to give in, he would only feel his blood boil and his whole body excited, but now seeing this kind of eyes, there was only dense pain left in his heart.

He realized that his attitude was a bit harsh, and he softened his voice again, "I'll call someone to bring the medicine box over, please wait for a while, don't move around, okay."

A mocking and self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Fang Zhihuan's mouth, and then he sat down on the shoe-testing sofa in silence, without even looking at Fei Luo.

After a while, the staff of the commercial building came over. Fei Luo didn't bother to talk to them, and asked his subordinates to deal with them. After the medicine box was delivered, he squatted beside Fang Zhihuan's legs, frowning at his injuries.

There were a few cuts on the glass that were cut deeply, and some small glass shards were still stuck to his leg. Fei Luo looked up at Fang Zhihuan and said, "It may hurt a little, bear with it."

Fang Zhihuan was expressionless, looking indifferent.

Fei Luo took the medical disinfectant and fell down along Fang Zhihuan's leg. Fang Zhihuan's leg was covered with a layer of absorbent cloth, and the white gauze was dyed red in a short while.

He took the tweezers seriously and picked up the fine shavings from Fang Zhihuan's legs. Fang Zhihuan's eyelashes are very long, but they hang down directly, but Fei Luo's eyelashes are slender and curly, which looks good from above. Fang Zhihuan He stared at the tip of Fei Luo's nose for a few seconds, then looked away indifferently.

"You said that if you fight with me, just hit me and hurt yourself like this, what's the matter?" Fei Luo rubbed the remaining blood on Fang Zhihuan's leg with gauze, then carefully applied the medicine on the wound, and finally It took almost half an hour to wrap that calf with gauze, back and forth, and he sighed softly, "If you don't love me, I still love you."

Fang Zhihuan snorted disdainfully, "Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"

"I promise I will never do anything to you again." Fei Luo raised his head and touched Fang Zhihuan's mouth unscrupulously. He said in a doting tone, "If you want to hit me, I'll just stand there and let you hit me." alright."

"Young man, I don't need it." Fang Zhihuan stood up, and he glanced at Fei Luo, "I want two sets of clothes and three pairs of leather shoes."

"Okay." Fei Luo nodded, and he shook Fang Zhihuan's hand, "I'll take you home first, and I'll let them buy whatever you want."

Fang Zhihuan looked at Fei Luo wearily, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you die."

"I don't want to die before I catch you." Fei Luo was not angry either, he wrapped Fang Zhihuan's waist with a smile, and walked forward with his arms half in his arms.

It was such a casual and unintentional sentence at first, but I didn't expect that it would almost become a prophecy one day in the future.

Fang Zhihuan was too lazy to chat with him, he was silent all the way, and after getting into Fei Luo's car, he closed his eyes and rested.

"What do you want for lunch?"

After parking the car in the parking lot of the commercial street, Fei Luo rubbed Fang Zhihuan's soft hair with his hands and asked softly.

"Whatever." Fang Zhihuan slapped his hand away, without bothering to open his eyes.

"Then you wait for me in the car, I'll go shopping and eat at home." Fei Luo said, "Don't run around."

Fang Zhihuan didn't reply, it was a tacit agreement.

Fei Luo turned off the car. He originally wanted to kiss Fang Zhihuan before getting out of the car, but after thinking about it, he didn't kiss him. He just gave a few instructions and got out of the car.

Fang Zhihuan slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that Fei Luo had completely disappeared from his sight, he opened the car door, raised his legs and got out of the car, and then took a deep breath of the air without Fei Luo.

Of course he wouldn't listen to what Fei Luo said. It's a rare opportunity to be alone, how could he stay in the car.He walked around aimlessly, looking at the retro buildings in Italy, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Fang Zhihuan took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he had known by heart for a long time. Hearing the beeping sound of the call, he suddenly felt a lot of inexplicable and somewhat unfamiliar emotions, which he had never experienced in more than 20 years. --Wronged.

"Hey, Dad." Fang Zhihuan tried his best not to sound so blunt, "Well, yes, it hasn't been resolved yet."

"Well, it's a little troublesome." Fang Zhihuan lowered his eyes, he pursed his lips, and didn't want to say anything, so he changed the subject, "How is Mom?"

"OK."

Fang's father put the phone to Fang's mother's ear and asked her to talk to Fang Zhihuan.

Fang's mother's face has grown, and she can speak clearly. She hasn't spoken to Fang Zhihuan for a long time, and she was a little excited when she heard her son's voice. By the time Fang Zhihuan finished the phone call, almost 20 minutes had passed up.

"Okay, if you have anything to call me, I'll hang up first." Fang Zhihuan said.

The second after he hung up the phone, his cell phone rang again, the ringtone sounded sharp and hasty, as if he was urging his life, Fang Zhihuan looked at the strange number, and frowned in disgust, He didn't answer the phone at first, until the bell rang three or four times before he pressed the answer impatiently.

"Where have you been?" Fei Luo's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and he said in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car."

"I'll walk around casually." Fang Zhihuan replied softly.

"You have an injury in your leg, can you not move?" Filo said, "Don't move, I'll go find you now."

"Fei Luo, can you stop treating me like that kind of weak woman." Fang Zhihuan said in a calm voice, "It was just scratched, and I won't die."

Fei Luo didn't speak, but Fang Zhihuan heard the sound of starting the car, and Fang Zhihuan knew the location on his mobile phone. Thinking of this, he hated Fei Luo even more, and his voice became cold. "I said I want to walk by myself, can't I?"

"I'll let you go when you recover from your injury." Fei Luo's voice was firm.

Fang Zhihuan didn't bother to argue with him, he just said, "Don't let me see you within half an hour" and hung up the phone.

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