Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Huang Zhibin regretted his nose and tears, and cried, "Fu Shao, Fu Shao, I didn't do anything to him, I really didn't do anything!" He pointed at the green hair in a hurry, "Everything It's him, he did everything, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Young Master Fu, let me go! Let me go! I beg you!" He knelt down suddenly and kowtowed to Fu Zechuan, making his forehead bang bang, more sincere than when he went to the grave in Qingming.

Lumao was so pissed at Huang Zhibin's cowardly attitude that he could sell everything in order to protect himself, he immediately yelled, "You are the fucking target, what did you say in the elevator! Turn your face now!" No recognition! You can, Huang Zhibin!"

This typical scene of a dog biting a dog made all the policemen twitch their mouths. They were hiding in the interrogation room just now and refused to speak, but now they all trembled.

They shied away from each other. If it weren't for the fact that there were still policemen controlling the scene, the two of them would have been able to pinch each other on the spot.

On the other hand, Song Chengcheng pulled Fu Zechuan, who was about to go up and mend his legs, away from the two scumbags. He grabbed Fu Zechuan by the collar and shook it desperately, "Zechuan! Fu Zechuan, calm down! Calm down!"

Fu Zechuan decisively waved his hand away, his eyes were red, and the raging rage was about to devour his reason and burn his body to ashes, he roared out of control, "How can I calm down! Didn't you see that Fanfan was killed by them? What kind of bullying has become!"

Song Chengcheng also sympathized with Ji Fanfan's experience, but he couldn't let Fu Zechuan make mistakes because of Ji Fanfan!What's more, it's still in the police station!

He suppressed his anger, looked at Fu Zechuan's words and said earnestly: "I saw it! But what can you change even if you kill them?!"

What can change!What can change!

He can't change anything!Fu Zechuan was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly, and the blue veins were clearly visible.

He slammed his fist against the wall, and after he punched, he punched again, leaving mottled blood on the white wall under his vent.

He was angry at himself for being powerless, why he couldn't protect Ji Fanfan well, he was angry because he let Ji Fanfan fall into such a thing.

Having been with Fu Zechuan for so many years, it was the first time Song Chengcheng saw him showing such a sad expression. He didn't even know when that arrogant Fu Zechuan, who didn't take anyone seriously, became like this.

Everything seemed to be messed up from the moment he met Ji Fanfan, like a good jigsaw puzzle, but because of the addition of Ji Fanfan, the whole jigsaw puzzle fell apart and could never be put together again.

Ironically, it was Ji Fanfan who Fu Zechuan provoked first.

Song Chengcheng didn't stop him, but waited until he had finished venting, and then stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "They will be punished by law."

Fu Zechuan propped his hands against the wall, his head bowed, his face was extremely painful, and he completely lost his usual calm and calm appearance of a nobleman.

Whenever he thinks of Ji Fanfan now, he feels like his heart is being pulled by a net. This net is full of thorns, and his heart is bloody and bloody, making him feel like he wants to live.

He walked out of the police station without saying a word, and Song Chengcheng naturally followed. The transcripts they should make have been completed, and the rest will naturally be handled by a lawyer...

In the hospital, the wound on the back of Ji Fanfan's head from being smashed by the vase has been properly treated, and the palm cut by the debris is also wrapped with thick gauze.

Although people have been out of danger, but there is no sign of sobriety.

He was comatose, battling his deepest, most terrifying nightmares.

The corridor of the hospital is very long, as if it has no end, and it is also very quiet, so quiet that it is lifeless, like [-] floors of hell, where fallen souls wander, exuding an old and decaying atmosphere.

The air seemed to be frozen, and the lungs condensed into icy thorns, which made people feel cold all over their bodies, and made the living gradually lose their pain perception.

Fu Zechuan stood against the wall. After venting, he had completely calmed down. Something was quietly sprouting in the deepest part of those dark and deep pupils, shattered, and broke out of the shell.

"It's all in the hospital, do you want to treat your hands too?" Song Chengcheng suggested after seeing the unconscious Ji Fanfan, and then looked at the wound caused by Fu Zechuan's self-mutilation.

Fu Zechuan glanced at him, "How is he?"

Song Chengcheng's heart was chilled by his gaze, staring at him like a demon woken up by agitation, a little frightened for no reason, and he lost his voice for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, Fu Zechuan was no longer here.

Song Chengcheng's hands trembled uncontrollably, he, what's going on...

Fu Zechuan appeared in the ward, he was standing against the door, a few steps away from him, Ji Fanfan was in a deep sleep.

There was a gauze wrapped around his head, the gauze was so ugly that it made Fu Zechuan angry, so ugly that he wanted to trample it on the bottom of his feet, into the filthiest soil.

The steady rhythmic "di, di, di" sound from the instrument echoed in the ward, representing Ji Fanfan's stable vital signs.

Suddenly, the machine that recorded Ji Fanfan's heart rate spiked suddenly, and Ji Fanfan's hand struggled unconsciously.

Even though it was just such a small movement, Fu Zechuan noticed it in an instant. He quickly came to Ji Fanfan in three steps and two steps, and quickly held his hand. There was obvious tension in his hoarse voice, " I'm here! Fanfan, I'm here!!"

Ji Fanfan's fingers moved slightly, and then his tense body slowly relaxed until his heart rate returned to a steady state.

Fu Zechuan's eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Ji Fanfan for a moment, until he saw a look of pain on Ji Fanfan's face, he realized that he was holding Ji Fanfan's hand so hard that it hurt him He let go of his hand all of a sudden.

He was so flustered that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, his eyes were entangled with confusion and madness, "I'm sorry, Fanfan, did I hurt you?!"

However, Ji Fanfan was still not sober and could not respond to his words at all.

Fu Zechuan grabbed his hair nervously, he gritted his teeth, he was about to suffocate due to the headache, he felt a hole was opened in his heart, that hole was like a black hole that could swallow everything, and he was going to be crazily involved in it.

He beat his head hard, but the scene of Ji Fanfan being bullied still couldn't get out of his mind, he was going crazy!

Ji Fanfan felt that he was in the darkness. He desperately wanted to run out of the darkness, but he couldn't get out after running for a long time.

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but suddenly he heard a very painful panting coming from his ear.

The man was suppressed, and the voice was not loud, but Ji Fanfan was very familiar with this voice!

Ji Fanfan panicked all of a sudden, Zechuan, where are you, Zechuan? !What’s wrong with you!

Zechuan, Zechuan, don't scare me!

Ji Fanfan tried his best to open his eyes, the light above his head was so bright that he couldn't see clearly, it was so bright that everything in front of him was blurred, like spilled oil paint, everything was mixed together.

Ji Fanfan's eyes shifted to the people beside him. Fu Zechuan's breakdown made him very anxious and flustered. He raised his hand to grab Fu Zechuan's hand with great effort, "Zechuan..."

He exhausted all his strength just by shouting this sentence, panting weakly.

Fu Zechuan raised his head suddenly, and saw the sweat on Ji Fanfan's forehead slipping down the side of his forehead.

He rushed forward like crazy, hugged Ji Fanfan hard, trying hard to rub him into his body, let him become a part of his body.

The instrument on Ji Fanfan's body was pulled by his action and instantly failed to make contact, and a series of rapid "Dididi" alarm sounds came out.

Fu Zechuan leaned on Ji Fanfan's shoulder and breathed heavily, until now he was finally able to breathe, until now he could feel that fresh air could finally enter his lungs.

He was like a fish that was about to be scorched to death by the scorching sun on the shore, and when he was about to face death, he returned to the sea with ease and relief.

"It hurts..." Ji Fanfan couldn't breathe under his embrace, and hummed softly.

Fu Zechuan let go of him as if waking up from a dream, "Fanfan, Fanfan, are you alright!?"

Ji Fanfan's body swayed uncontrollably, and Fu Zechuan hurriedly held him in his arms.

Ji Fanfan leaned against him to rest, and tried his best to hold Fu Zechuan's helpless hand, asking with special concern: "Zechuan... what's wrong with you..."

He just woke up not asking about his own business, but caring about himself!Fu Zechuan turned his head in displeasure, suppressing his emotions, "I'm fine."

"You, lie to me...you don't, happy..."

Fu Zechuan covered his face with his hands on his forehead, blocking the tears that were pouring out of his eyes.

Ji Fanfan was very tired, he opened his eyes slightly and struggled to stay awake, "Zechuan... I, did I... provoke you again, angry..."

Fu Zechuan took a deep breath to calm down his embarrassment, "Stop talking."

Ji Fanfan's pale hands grabbed Fu Zechuan's front, "I'm sorry... I will... be obedient, Zechuan... I will be obedient..."

Fu Zechuan clenched his fists and clenched his teeth. He didn't need to apologize at all!The person who should say sorry is not him at all!

Fu Zechuan suddenly turned around and put one hand on Ji Fanfan's side, pressing down on the back of his head with one hand and kissing him entangledly.

He is very fierce, but also loves him very much, and is even more reluctant to let him go.

Song Chengcheng saw this scene at the door, and he turned sideways uncomfortably to avoid it. He tugged at the neckline that was tightly bound by the tie, stood by the door and looked up at the empty ceiling.

He thought, if he had put more effort into preventing these two people from interacting, could these harms have been avoided in advance, and nothing would have happened...

Fu Zechuan didn't leave the ward until Ji Fanfan fell asleep again.

Outside the door, Song Chengcheng stood with his legs numb. He rubbed his aching temples and asked him with a headache, "Can you tell the difference between your feelings for Ji Fanfan? Do you really like him or sympathize with him? Do you know the difference?" Is it clear?"