Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

The white blade was stained red with blood, and it was pulled out from Ji Fanfan's back.

Ji Fanfan's pupils trembled, Fu Zechuan's figure was still reflected in his eyes, and his fingertips slipped from Fu Zechuan's fingers.

"Fanfan!!"

"Don't move!" "Don't move!" "Don't move!"

It was actually a few traffic policemen who arrived late to control the chaotic scene.

These traffic policemen chased Fu Zechuan all the way because he ran through several red lights, but they never thought that an ordinary traffic violation would lead to a criminal case.

Liang Zhi scolded his mother, and wanted to run away, but one of the traffic policemen threw him over his shoulder quickly, and took out handcuffs neatly to cuff his hands.

When the others saw that things were getting serious and the boss was captured, they immediately raised their hands, not daring to be troublesome.

After temporarily controlling several people in Liang Zhi.The traffic police quickly contacted the nearby police and 120 ambulance...

Outside the operating room of the hospital, Fu Zechuan's hands were covered with sticky blood. He carried the unconscious Ji Fanfan all the way to the hospital, panicking all the way.

And when he thought of Ji Fanfan's eyes closed tightly and his face as pale as paper, his chest was congested.

This time, if he hadn't accidentally bumped into Ji Fanfan being taken away, and followed him in time...

Fu Zechuan looked up at the three words "in operation" with the lights on, and his brows were crowded together. He stood up restlessly and walked around the door of the operating room twice.

He was so angry that he punched the wall with his fist, and there was a bloodstain on the cold white wall.

Song Chengcheng saw this scene as soon as he arrived at the hospital, and quickly approached, with a tired look on his brows, "Master Fu, why are you so angry?"

Fu Zechuan pressed the center of his eyebrows, and after calming down a little, he said coldly, "Have you dealt with it?"

Song Chengcheng said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the police have already dealt with it. As for those who kidnapped Ji Fanfan—"

"I want them to stay in prison forever!" Fu Zechuan interrupted him heavily.

Song Chengcheng was taken aback when he heard the stern tone. From the time he received the call from the police to the news that Fu Zechuan was in the hospital, he rushed over almost non-stop. Ji Fanfan.

Song Chengcheng had just gotten to know the policeman who brought Ji Fanfan to the hospital together before he understood the ins and outs of the matter.

According to the policeman, Fu Zechuan acted bravely because he did not deal with his violation of traffic rules for the time being, but he still has to pay attention to Yunyun in the future.

Song Chengcheng simply agreed, but he felt that it was not that simple, and in his impression, Fu Zechuan had always been ruthless, but he did these outrageous things for Ji Fanfan again and again...

This made him smell something unusual...

Song Chengcheng looked at the restless Fu Zechuan and felt even more worried. He pressed his throbbing temple, and said to Fu Zechuan, "Now you have been saved, can you go back?"

Fu Zechuan stared closely at the door of the operating room, as if he wanted to see a hole in the door, he said irritably, "Go back first."

This answer made Song Chengcheng frowned, "Zechuan, do you care too much about Ji Fanfan?"

Fu Zechuan was taken aback, but his face didn't show anything. He sat down on a bench beside him, and said in a flat tone, "You think too much."

Song Chengcheng frowned and took a step forward, "I hope I'm thinking too much, but Ze Chuan, Master Fu, I'm getting more and more incomprehensible to your recent behavior. You were injured because of Ji Fanfan in the bar before. Today In order to save him, he fought with the most vicious criminals with his bare hands, you see, you have only known him for a long time, and now you have been injured twice because of him."

Fu Zechuan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and said calmly: "I have a sense of proportion."

measure?Song Chengcheng almost wanted to laugh, "Look at what you have done recently, which one seems to be measured?"

He bit his right thumb depressedly, and walked back and forth twice in a tangled manner, then stood up again and looked at Fu Zechuan to persuade him: "As a brother, I still remind you, Ji Fanfan is too troublesome, you should Get away from him."

Fu Zechuan glanced at him, and said irritably: "Don't be nagging, he is at best a pet I haven't gotten tired of playing with, and it depends on the owner to beat a dog. These people dare to bully him like this without my consent. Do I still Can't you make them suffer?"

Song Chengcheng looked at him suspiciously, and asked uncertainly: "Are you really just playing?"

Suddenly the sign with the words "under operation" dimmed. Fu Zechuan didn't answer him, but immediately got up and strode towards Ji Fanfan who was pushed out and was still in a coma.

Seeing Fu Zechuan's worried look, the middle-aged doctor wearing a mask thought that they were either relatives or friends, and said in relief: "The wound has been treated, and he will be fine when he wakes up."

Fu Zechuan's eyes were fixed on Ji Fanfan who was on the cart, and he answered absently, "Yes."

He was about to follow the cart into the ward, but he heard the doctor sigh and said quietly: "You young people, what can't you say well? You insist on fighting and getting hurt all over your body. Is there a scar here and a scar there? Is it that pretty?"

Fu Zechuan paused, turned around, tightened his cheek muscles slightly, and said slowly, "What did you say?"

The doctor took off his mask and took a breath of fresh air, "It's your friend, the scar on his shoulder is probably old, I just saw it when I treated his back injury, based on my experience , his injury—"

Song Chengcheng saw that Fu Zechuan's face was as stagnant as water, and the low air pressure around his body was about to freeze him into an ice cube. He quickly interrupted the doctor's rambling words, "Okay, okay, we understand, thank you doctor."

The doctor took a look at Fu Zechuan's face, felt a thump in his heart, nodded, said no more, and left here to attend to his own affairs.

Fu Zechuan's throat was uncomfortable, and his heart was heavy like lead. Standing at the door of Ji Fanfan's ward, looking at the motionless people inside, he inexplicably felt a sore feeling in his heart.

He didn't know how to describe it, he just felt very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, this feeling made him very annoying.

Song Chengcheng stood beside him, and also took a look at Ji Fanfan inside. He didn't have much contact with Ji Fanfan, and he didn't know much. On the hospital bed, that little face was whiter than paper, and he couldn't help feeling compassionate.

He patted Fu Zechuan on the shoulder, "Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Fu Zechuan was silent for a while before stepping into the ward.

Song Chengcheng walked in and scanned the surroundings of the ward. You don't need to think about who arranged the VVIP ward.

He looked at Ji Fanfan and shook his head, "Why do you think Ji Fanfan is living such a miserable life? He didn't provoke anyone, so why is there always someone trying to kill him? It seems that it is a mistake for this person to live."

Fu Zechuan had already withdrawn from the emotions just now, and simply commented, "He is special."

Song Chengcheng put his hands behind his head and turned around in the ward. His eyes caught a glimpse of the medicine solution dripping from the infusion tube. His eyes followed the thin transparent tube, and finally fell on Ji Fanping. Put it on your hand.

Ji Fanfan's hands are very slender and white, and the blue veins hidden under the skin can be seen.

Song Chengcheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly felt emotional, "If I have experienced these things like him, I may not be able to live a much better life than him."

Fu Zechuan didn't have any feelings for him. In his opinion, everyone is different from birth. Like him, since he was a child, thousands of people love him and everyone loves him. As long as he wants what he wants, he can't get it. But what about Ji Fanfan?

His birth was a tragedy, he was not expected, he had to survive the disgust of others, everything he had was left over by others, and he never had the right to choose.

The gap between them is too great.

So since it is different from the beginning, there is no need for comparison.

Fu Zechuan looked at the unconscious Ji Fanfan with interest, and then reached out to touch his closed eyes.

The feeling of the eyelashes passing over the fingertips is itchy, with a feeling of electric shock, an indescribable feeling, like some kind of temptation.

In fact, it was Ji Fanfan's eyes that attracted him in the first place. When he saw Ji Fanfan for the first time, he was very interested in the tenacity he saw in his eyes.

After learning about Ji Fanfan, he was thinking, what would happen if this tenacity was destroyed?

Song Chengcheng coughed to break the silence in the ward, "Are you going to stay here?"

Fu Zechuan stood up, put his left hand in his pocket, and said coldly without any emotion, "Let's go, there are still a few people to deal with, right?"

He walked to the door, turned his head to look at Ji Fanfan for the last time, pulled the door open, turned around and left.

However, the slight sound of the collision between the door and the door frame made the unconscious Ji Fanfan move his eyes uneasily...

Ji Fanfan had a dream, but unfortunately it was not a good dream.

In the dream, he saw that Liang Zhi's knife was not stabbing him, but Fu Zechuan.

Bright red blood leaked from the front of Fu Zechuan's white shirt, quickly staining the entire shirt red, and then formed a pool of blood on the ground, and finally Fu Zechuan fell to the ground without a sound.

But he couldn't save him, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly...

When Ji Fanfan woke up crying, most of the pillow was wet with unstoppable tears, the great grief made him flustered to the point where his heart stopped beating.

The lights were not turned on in the ward, he didn't know where it was, and the suffocating darkness made him panic even more, he couldn't think of anything, only one thought remained in his mind——

Zechuan, Fu Zechuan, how is he doing! ?Is he okay? !

Ji Fanfan fell from the hospital bed and knocked his knees on the hard floor, but he didn't feel the pain. Taking advantage of the faint light brought by the light in the hospital corridor through the small window on the door, he got up and ran towards the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, the left leg just took a step and crashed into a warm embrace. ?