I fell for it after hanging out with scum

Fang Zhongjing raised his eyebrows, "Jiang Qiao?"

Seeing that things had turned around, the man immediately vomited: "Jiang Qiao said that he knew a man who was prettier than women, so he tricked him here and let me do it."

Fang Zhongjing stared at the man quietly.

The man was sweating profusely, and hurriedly said, "If you don't believe me, I can call Jiang Qiao."

The man took out his mobile phone with trembling hands like a sieve, found Jiang Qiao's number, and was about to dial it when a big hand pressed him down.

Fang Zhongjing squatted down in front of the man, his low and unclear tone seemed a little dangerous: "So, Jiang Qiao asked you to rape Qin Shang?"

The man nodded vigorously.

Fang Zhongjing pondered for a moment, took the man's cell phone and turned it off.

Fang Zhongjing said, "Keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"

The man looked at Fang Zhongjing as if he couldn't understand, and said in a trembling voice, "Huh?"

Fang Zhongjing put the cigarette in his mouth and took a puff, and said deeply: "If you dare to spread this matter, I will kill you."

The man immediately understood that the person in front of him was trying to make him take the blame.

Before the man could speak, Fang Zhongjing pressed the cigarette butt on the ground, got up and left.

As soon as he left, the bodyguards surrounded him again, and his joints were pressed.

The wailing sounded again from behind, and the heart-piercing screams echoed in the grove.

Fang Zhongjing returned to the car and saw Qin Shang curled up in a corner, staring blankly at the screen on the tablet.

Fang Zhongjing took the tablet from Qin Shang's hand and exited the video.

Qin Shang raised his head, his face pale, "Have you asked who did it?"

Fang Zhongjing looked at each other: "Are you still suspicious of Jiang Qiao?"

Qin Shang remained silent, just staring at Fang Zhongjing.

Fang Zhongjing put the tablet down again, and said calmly, "I said, this incident was just an accident."

Qin Shang sneered, turned his head to the other side, and said nothing more.

He had already heard the last words the man shouted.

Qin Shang was not surprised by this result.

One is to take the place of the dead ghost, and the other is to hit the nobleman. Of course Fang Zhongjing will choose to protect the latter.

On a snowy night, the car was dead silent.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Fang Zhongjing turned his head and looked, Qin Shang's head was leaning against the window, already unconscious.

Qin Shang was sent to the hospital and had seven stitches on his forehead.

In the corridor, the doctor Fang Zhongjing said, "It is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."

Fang Zhongjing stood outside the ward, looked at Qin Shang on the bed through the glass window, and asked lightly, "How is his health?"

The doctor shook his head, "Young Master Fang, you should be very clear."

The director of this hospital and Fang Zhongjing are old acquaintances. Qin Shang's physical examinations since he was a child were all done in this hospital.

Including the late report of gastric cancer at the beginning of this year.

Fang Zhongjing pondered for a moment, "How long can he live?"

The doctor said truthfully: "I can't tell..."

Fang Zhongjing's voice remained unchanged: "Shut up, and don't say things you shouldn't say."

The doctor nodded and left.

Fang Zhongjing opened the door, walked into the ward, came to the bed and sat down.

Qin Shang was sweating profusely, his body twitched slightly, clutching the quilt tightly, as if he was having a nightmare.

Fang Zhongjing took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and said softly, "Qin Shang, compared to those people, I have been very kind to you."

Qin Shang lived in Fang's house with Qin's father and Qin's mother who worked part-time since he was a child. When he was three years old, the young Qin Shang ran into Fang Zhongjing while playing in the yard.

The nanny whispered to Fang Zhongjing, "Master, this is the child who died for you."

Fang Zhongjing looked at the innocent and harmless little boy in front of him, stretched out his hand, and pinched his soft and white earlobe.

Qin Shang blinked in pain, the corners of his eyes were red, like a helpless little rabbit, giving birth to the urge to bully.

Fang Zhongjing was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand, turned and left.

In the early morning of the next day, a servant came to report that Qin's father and Qin's mother were missing, and their whereabouts were unknown.

After Qin Shang heard the news, his small body buried himself on the steps, crying pitifully.

Fang Zhongjing came to Qin Shang and knelt down, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and said softly, "Don't cry, I will take care of you in the future."

Qin Shang raised his head, with tears on his face, staring blankly at Fang Zhongjing.

After that day, Qin Shang moved into the villa from the servant's room and lived there for 15 years.

During these 15 years, Qin Shang lived a good life.

Qin Shang woke up from this dream, his whole body was drenched, he raised his hand and touched the gauze on his forehead.

Qin Shang stared at the ceiling in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize that it was in his room.

Fang Zhongjing brought him back from the hospital.

There was a crackling sound in his ear, Qin Shang turned his head and saw Fang Zhongjing sitting beside the bed.

Fang Zhongjing was playing with the Zha Xiaoren dug out from the backyard, and there was an incense burner at his feet, and the jumping firelight reflected his cold side face.

Fang Zhongjing said lightly: "This is the last time, do you understand?"

Qin Shang's gaze followed Zha Xiaoren into the incense burner.

The fierceness of the fire was reflected in Qin Shang's unwavering eyes.

Soon, the villain was burned to ashes.

Fang Zhongjing stood up and threw down the lighter, "Let me discover such an unlucky thing next time, and I will make you regret it."

Qin Shang watched Fang Zhongjing's leaving back, coughed twice, his eyes were red from coughing, and fell back on the bed.

Fang Zhongjing went back to his room and saw Jiang Qiao waiting outside the door.

Jiang Qiao followed Fang Zhongjing into the room, and said unhappily, "Brother Jing, Qin Shang cursed you like that, why did you keep him?"

Fang Zhongjing sat on the leather swivel chair without making a sound.

Jiang Qiao leaned against the edge of the table, "Actually Zhang Gaoren is right, we should have sent him away earlier, otherwise so many troubles wouldn't have happened."

Fang Zhongjing picked up the pen on the table, twirled it with his right hand, and suddenly said, "Do you know where I went tonight?"

Jiang Qiao was cut off from the end of the sentence, and he shook his head with a puzzled face.

Fang Zhongjing said, "I went to see the rapist."

Jiang Qiao's back stiffened, and he suddenly thought of something. A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he got up and said, "Wh...what rape? Rapist?"

Fang Zhongjing raised his head and stared deeply at Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao's back was covered in cold sweat.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Fang Zhongjing looked away from Jiang Qiao's face, "Enter..."

The door opened and Zhang Gaoren walked in.

Zhang Gaoren looked at the two of them, and said to Fang Zhongjing, "Young Master Fang, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Qiao was covered in cold sweat and took this opportunity to leave the room.

Calm was restored in the house.

Fang Zhongjing put down his pen, "Please tell me..."

Zhang Gaoren came to the opposite side and sat down, hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Young Master Fang, did Qin Shang never do this before?"

Fang Zhongjing raised his eyelids to look at him.

Zhang Gaoren looked calm, "Just now I passed Shang Qin's room, went in and took a look, and found that something was wrong with him."

Fang Zhongjing's slender fingers tapped on the table, "Is something wrong?"

Zhang Gaoren nodded, "He has had a sudden change of mood recently, because he was entangled in dirty things."

Fang Zhongjing looked at Zhang Gaoren, leaned back in his chair, and waited for him to speak.

Zhang Gaoren said: "As long as the practice is removed, he can return to the past."

Fang Zhongjing was thoughtful, and after a while, he said: "How to get rid of it?"

Zhang Gaoren said: "Choose a day, and I will take him to a nearby cave to cast spells."

Judges, please come in~

Fang Zhongjing raised his eyebrows, "Jiang Qiao?"

Seeing that things had turned around, the man immediately vomited: "Jiang Qiao said that he knew a man who was prettier than women, so he tricked him here and let me do it."

Fang Zhongjing stared at the man quietly.

The man was sweating profusely, and hurriedly said, "If you don't believe me, I can call Jiang Qiao."

The man took out his mobile phone with trembling hands like a sieve, found Jiang Qiao's number, and was about to dial it when a big hand pressed him down.

Fang Zhongjing squatted down in front of the man, his low and unclear tone seemed a little dangerous: "So, Jiang Qiao asked you to rape Qin Shang?"

The man nodded vigorously.

Fang Zhongjing pondered for a moment, took the man's cell phone and turned it off.

Fang Zhongjing said, "Keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"

The man looked at Fang Zhongjing as if he couldn't understand, and said in a trembling voice, "Huh?"

Fang Zhongjing put the cigarette in his mouth and took a puff, and said deeply: "If you dare to spread this matter, I will kill you."

The man immediately understood that the person in front of him was trying to make him take the blame.

Before the man could speak, Fang Zhongjing pressed the cigarette butt on the ground, got up and left.

As soon as he left, the bodyguards surrounded him again, and his joints were pressed.

The wailing sounded again from behind, and the heart-piercing screams echoed in the grove.

Fang Zhongjing returned to the car and saw Qin Shang curled up in a corner, staring blankly at the screen on the tablet.

Fang Zhongjing took the tablet from Qin Shang's hand and exited the video.

Qin Shang raised his head, his face pale, "Have you asked who did it?"

Fang Zhongjing looked at each other: "Are you still suspicious of Jiang Qiao?"

Qin Shang remained silent, just staring at Fang Zhongjing.

Fang Zhongjing put the tablet down again, and said calmly, "I said, this incident was just an accident."

Qin Shang sneered, turned his head to the other side, and said nothing more.

He had already heard the last words the man shouted.

Qin Shang was not surprised by this result.

One is to take the place of the dead ghost, and the other is to hit the nobleman. Of course Fang Zhongjing will choose to protect the latter.

On a snowy night, the car was dead silent.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Fang Zhongjing turned his head and looked, Qin Shang's head was leaning against the window, already unconscious.

Qin Shang was sent to the hospital and had seven stitches on his forehead.

In the corridor, the doctor Fang Zhongjing said, "It is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."

Fang Zhongjing stood outside the ward, looked at Qin Shang on the bed through the glass window, and asked lightly, "How is his health?"

The doctor shook his head, "Young Master Fang, you should be very clear."

The director of this hospital and Fang Zhongjing are old acquaintances. Qin Shang's physical examinations since he was a child were all done in this hospital.

Including the late report of gastric cancer at the beginning of this year.

Fang Zhongjing pondered for a moment, "How long can he live?"

The doctor said truthfully: "I can't tell..."

Fang Zhongjing's voice remained unchanged: "Shut up, and don't say things you shouldn't say."

The doctor nodded and left.

Fang Zhongjing opened the door, walked into the ward, came to the bed and sat down.

Qin Shang was sweating profusely, his body twitched slightly, clutching the quilt tightly, as if he was having a nightmare.

Fang Zhongjing took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and said softly, "Qin Shang, compared to those people, I have been very kind to you."

Qin Shang lived in Fang's house with Qin's father and Qin's mother who worked part-time since he was a child. When he was three years old, the young Qin Shang ran into Fang Zhongjing while playing in the yard.

The nanny whispered to Fang Zhongjing, "Master, this is the child who died for you."

Fang Zhongjing looked at the innocent and harmless little boy in front of him, stretched out his hand, and pinched his soft and white earlobe.

Qin Shang blinked in pain, the corners of his eyes were red, like a helpless little rabbit, giving birth to the urge to bully.

Fang Zhongjing was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand, turned and left.

In the early morning of the next day, a servant came to report that Qin's father and Qin's mother were missing, and their whereabouts were unknown.

After Qin Shang heard the news, his small body buried himself on the steps, crying pitifully.

Fang Zhongjing came to Qin Shang and knelt down, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and said softly, "Don't cry, I will take care of you in the future."

Qin Shang raised his head, with tears on his face, staring blankly at Fang Zhongjing.

After that day, Qin Shang moved into the villa from the servant's room and lived there for 15 years.

During these 15 years, Qin Shang lived a good life.

Qin Shang woke up from this dream, his whole body was drenched, he raised his hand and touched the gauze on his forehead.

Qin Shang stared at the ceiling in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize that it was in his room.

Fang Zhongjing brought him back from the hospital.

There was a crackling sound in his ear, Qin Shang turned his head and saw Fang Zhongjing sitting beside the bed.

Fang Zhongjing was playing with the Zha Xiaoren dug out from the backyard, and there was an incense burner at his feet, and the jumping firelight reflected his cold side face.

Fang Zhongjing said lightly: "This is the last time, do you understand?"

Qin Shang's gaze followed Zha Xiaoren into the incense burner.

The fierceness of the fire was reflected in Qin Shang's unwavering eyes.

Soon, the villain was burned to ashes.

Fang Zhongjing stood up and threw down the lighter, "Let me discover such an unlucky thing next time, and I will make you regret it."

Qin Shang watched Fang Zhongjing's leaving back, coughed twice, his eyes were red from coughing, and fell back on the bed.

Fang Zhongjing went back to his room and saw Jiang Qiao waiting outside the door.

Jiang Qiao followed Fang Zhongjing into the room, and said unhappily, "Brother Jing, Qin Shang cursed you like that, why did you keep him?"

Fang Zhongjing sat on the leather swivel chair without making a sound.

Jiang Qiao leaned against the edge of the table, "Actually Zhang Gaoren is right, we should have sent him away earlier, otherwise so many troubles wouldn't have happened."

Fang Zhongjing picked up the pen on the table, twirled it with his right hand, and suddenly said, "Do you know where I went tonight?"

Jiang Qiao was cut off from the end of the sentence, and he shook his head with a puzzled face.

Fang Zhongjing said, "I went to see the rapist."

Jiang Qiao's back stiffened, and he suddenly thought of something. A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he got up and said, "Wh...what rape? Rapist?"

Fang Zhongjing raised his head and stared deeply at Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao's back was covered in cold sweat.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Fang Zhongjing looked away from Jiang Qiao's face, "Enter..."

The door opened and Zhang Gaoren walked in.

Zhang Gaoren looked at the two of them, and said to Fang Zhongjing, "Young Master Fang, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Qiao was covered in cold sweat and took this opportunity to leave the room.

Calm was restored in the house.

Fang Zhongjing put down his pen, "Please tell me..."

Zhang Gaoren came to the opposite side and sat down, hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Young Master Fang, did Qin Shang never do this before?"

Fang Zhongjing raised his eyelids to look at him.

Zhang Gaoren looked calm, "Just now I passed Shang Qin's room, went in and took a look, and found that something was wrong with him."

Fang Zhongjing's slender fingers tapped on the table, "Is something wrong?"

Zhang Gaoren nodded, "He has had a sudden change of mood recently, because he was entangled in dirty things."

Fang Zhongjing looked at Zhang Gaoren, leaned back in his chair, and waited for him to speak.

Zhang Gaoren said: "As long as the practice is removed, he can return to the past."

Fang Zhongjing was thoughtful, and after a while, he said: "How to get rid of it?"

Zhang Gaoren said: "Choose a day, and I will take him to a nearby cave to cast spells."