A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

When Fang Muan woke up again, the pain was doubled, not only the stomach wound hurt, but even his head began to tear, it was a hundred times worse than a hangover.

What kind of crap is this Luoying blood?

When Han Ze saw Fang Muan woke up, he poured him a glass of water.

Mr. Han's eyes were dark, and there was a green stubble on his mouth, as if he had been guarding the bedside and never left.

Such affection made Fang Mu'an, who was watching coldly, couldn't help but sigh.

Han Ze didn't know that the person he really liked was dead, if he knew, he would be devastated.

Out of sympathy, Fang Muan reluctantly smiled at Han Ze, and Han Ze immediately returned his smile, "Ziqian...you kept saying 'ten years' while you were in a coma, did you remember me?"

What?ten years?

He called it "Time".

He used to call Kang Shinian by his first and last name, so why did he act coquettishly as soon as he swallowed the medicine.

Fang Mu'an wished he could cover his head with the quilt, and Han Ze, who entered in disorder, looked at him expectantly, "Ziqian, do you remember what happened in Jizhou before?"

What happened in Jizhou before?

Fang Muan was so forced that he had no choice but to deal with the one in front of him first, "I probably remembered something in my dream, but I forgot it when I woke up."

The hope in Han Ze's eyes turned into disappointment. Looking at Fang Muan, he sighed, "I haven't dealt with Wenxuan yet. When you feel better, you can sit in and listen to the trial."

What does it mean to attend a trial?

Because Wenxuan hurt Fang Ziqian, do you want him to avenge himself?

Kang Shinian is dead.

Fang Muan had a splitting headache, and all he could think about was to take a drop of fallen flower blood and ascend to heaven, "My lord, give me the anesthetic."

Han Ze frowned, stretched his hand into the quilt and held Fang Muan's hand tightly, "No, you must not accept it anymore. You suffered so much in quitting addiction, how could I... make you repeat the same mistakes? ?”

Addiction?Could it be that this body was a drug addict before?

He didn't know how many more, and what that bastard Kang Shinian was doing for stealing his time travel guide.

Fang Muan struggled to get up, Han Ze put his hands on his shoulders, "What are you doing, Ziqian?"

"Go to examine Wenxuan."

"How can you get out of bed when you are like this, let's heal your injuries first."

Han Ze pushed Fang Muan back to the bed without much effort, "When you can eat in a few days, I'll ask them to get you something good to replenish."

Fang Muan shook his head in fright. He had a big hole in his stomach, and he dared to eat whatever he wanted, and he would bleed out everything he ate, "Give me a drop of blood, and I'll be fine after I sleep."

Han Ze hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't bear it, took a piece of Luoying's blood and stuffed it into Fang Muan's mouth.

Once the depravity begins, it is destined not to end easily.

How much drug addiction destroys a person's willpower, Fang Muan finally knew after experiencing it first-hand. Back then, Kang Shinian and Yun Chen used soft drugs, and they wouldn't be addicted if they smoked them once, but now he uses them every day. Luoying blood, the medicinal effect is so strong, as long as it is cut off halfway, it will be as painful as being half-lifed.

Fortunately, Fang Muan's injury healed quickly, and within half a month he was able to take some nourishing soup.

Han Ze spent a lot of money every day to prepare good health soup for him, simmered slowly over low heat, with real ingredients, nourished Fang Mu'an, smooth skin immediately.

On the third day after drinking Lao Huo's soup, there were side-effects. Fang Mu'an was holding a bowl to drink, when the door of the room was pushed open with a clang.

Han Ze was watching Fang Muan drink the soup with a smile a second ago, but when he heard the noise, he jumped up from the bed as if he was burned.

Fang Mu'an was stunned by Mr. Han's inappropriate actions.

"Han Ze! You unconscionable bastard, you don't mind raising rabbits, and you dare to steal my mother's dowry to buy this and that for rabbits. You give me back my eight-treasure Linglong Pei, and you give me back my century-old pearls."

Fang Mu'an held the bowl, opened his mouth, and stared for a long time before he could be sure that the woman was scolding him with "rabbit" in her mouth.

This kind of drama where the aunt hits the mistress is simply too uninspiring, and it is undoubtedly Mrs. Han who came to challenge her.

Fang Mu'an squinted at Han Ze, who was dying of guilt. This handsome and handsome uncle turned out to be a hypocrite who dared to act and dare not to be. He obviously liked a man in his heart, but he still couldn't bear the pressure of public opinion and married his wife.

It is indeed too much to brazenly adopt a boy mistress in the mansion. If he were Han Ze's original partner, he would have divorced this scumbag long ago.

However, even if the Mrs. Han in front of her is divorced, she probably won't find new happiness.

Not to mention anything else, he looks too old.

There are 41 women with [-] flowers, and there are plenty of beauties in their middle-aged and middle-aged women, but the one in front of me wants to have no skin, no body, half of her hair is gray, her hair is also combed like an old woman, her face is haggard, and her voice is like Hong Zhong, dressed in a prim, unkempt appearance, with his hips akimbo and legs spread apart, lacks the tenderness of a girl.

Fang Mu'an almost suspected that Han Ze was forced to bend over by this family member.

Mr. Han is elegant and handsome, Mrs. Han is rough and violent, these two people are simply too unsuitable for each other.

Han Ze stepped forward and bowed to Mrs. Han humbly, "It's all my fault, Madam forgive me."

"I forgive you, you ghost! You are a useless bastard. You have no one to ask for money. You have no money. You take up a fat job. You won't get a penny. My old lady married you and I haven't had a good day. , all the accompanying dowry was put in."

Han Ze let out a long sigh, and bowed to Madam Han from another angle, "When I receive my salary next month, I will redeem Madam's dowry jewelry from the pawnshop."

"You say redemption every time. When did you redeem it? I have been married to you for 20 years, and you don't even look at me. Forget it, I can't get into your eyes. You can take in a second wife so you can have children. There are three ways to be unfilial." No heir is the greatest thing, are you going to get rid of your Han family's heir? What did I do in my previous life to marry you, a bastard!"

The left sounded like a fool, and the right sounded like a fool, thanks to Han Ze's good demeanor, even his expression didn't change.

Probably got used to being scolded.

Mrs. Han fired her full fire and scolded Han Ze like a scumbag, then turned her head and scolded Fang Muan, "You shameless rabbit, you have lived in my house for 20 years. He raised you It’s just for doing that, and that’s fine if you do that, you’ve got tricks every three days, whips and candles are tossing around the house. If I didn’t see you almost dying, I would have asked someone to kick you out.”

Fang Mu'an was stunned by the spray. Mrs. Han's words contained too much sensitive information, and he was a little incapable of accepting it for a while.

Whips, candles, tossing around the house...

What is rhythm……

No wonder the visa officer emphasized Mr. Han's eccentricity when explaining the task to him... Could it be that Mr. Han's eccentricity is actually...

Fang Mu'an was so frightened that he didn't even dare to look at Han Ze. According to his current recovery speed, no matter how good his injury was, he would be in danger of getting hurt. If the unlucky Mr. Han's taste is more important, he might play on his wound. Sprinkling salt on it is such an ingenious trick.

Han Ze looked at Fang Mu'an several times worriedly, smiled wryly, and dragged Mrs. Han out of the door.

When he came back, it was already half an hour later.

I don't know how he finally calmed Mrs. Han down.

"Your wife, how did you deal with it?"

Han Ze smiled and glanced at Fang Muan, "I gave her a drop of tears, and fell asleep right away."

Well!What about blood and tears, the Han family is a den of poison.

Han Ze walked up to the petrified Fang Muan, took the empty bowl beside the bed with a smirk, lowered his head and asked, "Would you like to give Gong?"

Fang Muan pointed to the chamber pot under the bed, "I went out when you coaxed your wife."

Master Han coughed lightly, "You can't remember anything, so you blame me."

"No, no, no, I'm not blaming you... I'm just wondering how you, who are as beautiful as Qiongsilin, would marry such a yellow-faced mother-in-law and tigress."

Lord Han's face was twisted into a ball, with endless regret and sorrow in his smile, he looked straight at Fang Mu'an for a while, then raised his hand to touch his face, "Ziqian, can I help you walk down the ground? You lie on the bed After these days, my body is stiff."

Clearly off topic.

He didn't want to say it, so Fang Muan didn't ask any more, and let Han Ze help him put on his shoes, and then helped him off the ground, "Take me to another room to look in the mirror."

"Why do you look in the mirror? You've been hurt these days, and you look haggard. Looking in the mirror will only make you sad."

Fang Muan has been lying on the bed for the past few days, and has been wondering every day, what kind of beauty is she who can be held in the palm of Mr. Han who is not expressing emotions, but the room he lives in does not have a mirror, which is a bit strange up.

Fang Muan insisted, "Take me to look in the mirror."

However, Han Ze continued to push back, "Ziqian, you always forget about your appearance. Looking in the mirror will only make you unhappy, so you should stop taking pictures..."

The more he evaded, the more Fang Muan's curiosity became stronger, "What's wrong with my face? Is there anything that can't be seen in the mirror?"

Han Ze lowered his head, his cheeks were bulging, silently helped him to the study room, and brought him to the mirror step by step.

Fang Mu'an looked in the mirror apprehensively, and almost lost control on the spot without being frightened.

Is this a mirror or a magic mirror?

Is that face in the mirror a human face or a ghost face?

He thought his wife was ugly just now, but as a male mistress, he was more than a hundred times uglier than his original wife. Could it be that Mr. Han has a unique hobby, he doesn't like beauties, but prefers ugly people with strange shapes?

But his ugliness probably wasn't born with him, and the marks on his face seemed to be caused by external damage, most likely severe burns.

From a shadow guard with strong martial arts, to a frail actor, to a completely disfigured old man, the Space-Time Administration gave him worse and worse every time.

Fang Muan swallowed, looked at his face in the mirror and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is there a mask for me to wear? If I go out like this, I'm afraid I will scare a few people to death."