[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

Shen Yanxu's deep, ancient well-like eyes held a bit of ridicule, and the end of his eyes were slightly curved, like hooks that had been quenched by ice.

The pale and slender index finger slowly pulled the black trigger, and a half emotionless smile appeared on the cold and dark face, "Little devil, I don't believe you can still catch the bullet!"

Immediately afterwards, "Boom!"

The sharp warhead of the metal bullet pierced through the air, directly hitting the boy's messy hairy little head!

In less than half a second, the little boy on the metal iron bed leaned over and pulled his anklet slightly, narrowly avoiding the bullets that normal people can't catch with naked eyes!

The mixture of blood and tears is still in the dense eyelids, the corners of the eyes and tails are all mottled red, a beautiful little mouth is covered with swollen welts at the moment, and it is smashed to pieces, but the corners of the lips are rolled up bloody, looking at the man Show a harmless smile.

He reached out his hand to touch the tip of his hair that was still scorching hot after the bullet had passed by, and his expression was momentarily confused, as if he had successfully dodged the bullet just now, it was just a coincidence!

"Damn!"

This completely angered Shen Yanxu, he pulled the trigger continuously, "Boom!" Three shots in a row!

But no shot hit the boy!

His complexion darkened, and just as he was about to make the fourth slam, his eyes blurred, and a blood-colored afterimage suddenly passed by, and he let go of the gun tightly held in his hand. When he took a closer look, the young man was standing in front of him, holding the gun in his hand. A pistol that is still smoking, watching curiously with one eye!

Before Shen Yanxu could understand what was going on, the dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at his temple!

Even if his face is covered with blood, even if he is bruised, even if he is broken, the young master is still the young master after all!

The fuzzy bloodstains could not conceal the innocence and dignity from the depths of his bones, he was like a new life just hatched, curiously watching Shen Yanxu's increasingly ugly face.

Immediately, the corners of his lips parted, revealing a pair of pointed, immature little canine teeth, and his delicate fingers tried to pull the trigger: "Uncle, this, is this how you play?"

The strong men around screamed in fright, and several wanted to rush forward: "Boss???"

Shen Yanxu had black lines on his face, and waved his hands to signal them not to move around. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his eyes fixed on the blood-stained boy, and his smile was uglier than crying: "Kids can't play with this, it's easy to get mad."

"Oh."

The young boy was obviously a little disappointed, he took back the pistol and played with it again, just when Shen Yanxu wanted to take the opportunity to snatch it, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he pointed the gun at Shen Yanxu again!

The eyes of the people eating melons around followed the muzzle of the pistol, and their hearts jumped into their throats!

Shen Yanxu was also quite frightened, trying to reason with him: "Little friend, this is uncle's, can you return it to me?"

Jiang Yuran pouted: "But you whipped me just now, it really hurts. It's not too much for me to steal something from you, right?"

He was bare with the smallest injured feet, his toes were soft and pink, his complexion was crystal clear and attractive, like pearls hidden in a clam shell, and there was a broken chain on his slender ankles, probably because he was not used to the cold floor, From time to time, he curled up his toes and lifted them up, causing the iron chains to clank against the shackles.

Shen Yanxu's heart also clanged, "No, not too much..."

"But you still hit me with this thing."

Jiang Yuran pointed his gun at Shen Yanxu's forehead as if he was playing!

"Although I don't like to hold grudges, you've fucked me up,"

He touched his face with his empty hand, and said in an innocent tone: "I'm so handsome, I will leave scars, and my boyfriend will definitely dislike me, what do you think should I do?"

Shen Yanxu's heart twitched violently.

It's all over, do you still remember my son?

is it my fault?

In the end, he still felt that saving his life was the most important thing, so he lowered his eyes and bowed his head to the boy: "I, I apologize to you..."

"No, I don't accept it."

Jiang Yuran was stained red with blood, his eyes glowed, his smile was as beautiful as a red plum in full bloom, his delicate index finger slowly raised the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun caught the man's forehead! "I'm not interested in slapping you. I'm a clean freak. If you slap your blood, it will splatter on your body. It's dirty. But I want to hit you with this kind of thing! Then we'll be evened!"

"Don't don't..."

Shen Yanxu completely surrendered, he didn't want to die, he raised his hands in an attempt to retreat, but Jiang Yuran had already started to kill, and the bullet was about to burst out!

Zhang Yu's voice suddenly sounded at the door: "President? Then who? Master Jiang?"

If it weren't for the bright spotlights in the middle, Zhang Yu almost didn't recognize Jiang Yuran, who had been whipped so badly!

Shen Yanxu seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and called Zhang Yu in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Zhang, save me, Doctor Zhang..."

It turned out that Zhang Yu was next door to them!

Just now he was about to play an exciting adult/person/game with the psychiatrist, but was knocked unconscious from behind, but a few gunshots woke him up.

When he woke up, he found that the psychiatrist was gone, so he covered his head and came out to look for it. As soon as he went out, he saw the door next door was wide open. Unexpectedly, he just came in and saw this weird scene again.

A tattered veil skirt was hung on the exquisite and beautiful young man, and his face was covered with welt marks all over his body, especially that small face, which was almost unrecognizable!

And he was holding a pistol in his hand, aiming at the supreme leader of the base: Shen Yanxu!

Jiang Yuran also saw Zhang Yu.

He had a splitting headache, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. The world he saw seemed to be covered in a mist of blood. He only felt that those frivolous peach blossom eyes were very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw them.

Zhang Yu held back his trepidation and walked over from the door, his usual cynical face now showed a rare cautiousness.

He stretched out his hands in front of him, making a gesture of letting go of Jiang Yuran, carefully reminding: "Well, Young Master Jiang, put down the gun, you can't kill him, you will regret it if you kill him."

"why?"

Jiang Yuran's head hurt so badly that it looked like a big electric drill was being drilled into it. The 30 OOC value was not a joke. He patted his head hard, and his trigger finger relaxed.

Zhang Yuzheng wanted to say that he was your boyfriend's father, but Shen Yanxu seized the right moment, snatched the gun, and made a perfect set of grabbing moves, pressing Jiang Yuran hard to the ground!

"Fuck, brat still wants to kill me, wait until your hair grows back!"

Zhang Yu: "..."

Seeing that the president was safe, Zhang Yu dared to ask the original end of the matter, "President, what's going on? Why are you in the food training center? He, you made him like this?"

Seeing that the man was restrained, the group of strong men swarmed over and imprisoned Jiang Yuran firmly!

Shen Yanxu stood up from the ground, patted the pure white suit, and his eyes flickered: "Hmph, who told the fuck to have hatred against me!"

Zhang Yu immediately complained: "His mother has a grudge against you, you go to his mother, you make people like this, your son... Wait, you brought people here, does your son know?"

"My son has dumped him!"

Shen Yanxu raised his chin high, and looked at Zhang Yu with scrutiny, "Wait, Zhang Yu, you are a little doctor, you are qualified to intervene in my affairs?"

Zhang Yu was stunned.

Fuck, who was it that called for help just now?

This fucking crosses the river and demolishes the bridge?

"Okay, I'm not qualified!"

He calmly walked to Jiang Yuran, who wanted to break free from the restraint of the strong man, pretended to check his injuries, but quickly took out his own gun and stuffed it into Jiang Yuran's palm, "Then let everything go back to the original point Well, just pretend that the wind hasn't blown, I haven't been here, you guys continue."

"Do not!!!"

"Bah ah!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

As soon as Jiang Yuran received the gun, he aimed three shots at the strong man's feet, no matter how small or small, the two strong men were hit, and they hugged their feet and jumped around in pain. The scene was in chaos in an instant!

Shen Yanxu was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, but Jiang Yuran only targeted him to settle the score. Although the gun in his hand was taken away by other strong men, he broke free from the confinement and rushed towards Shen Yanxu!

The two quickly wrestled together.

He doesn't know how to fight, he uses both fists and feet, aiming at men is just hitting, kicking or kicking, scratching or scratching, or even biting!

This made Shen Yanxu, who had rich experience in actual combat, miserable.

Although those strong men rushed forward to help, unfortunately, they were all thrown over by Jiang Yuran waving the chains in their hands!

Zhang Yu was too lazy to care, he was still in a hurry to find a psychiatrist, so he turned his head and walked outside.

But before going out the door, Shen Yanxu was lifted high by Jiang Yuran, thrown heavily over his head, and hit the wall outside the door, writhing his hands and feet like a white tiger lying on the wall, and slid down on the ground with a crash!

He stopped Zhang Yu weakly again: "Doctor Zhang, save me..."

Zhang Yu folded his arms and watched coldly: "I'm sorry, President, I don't have the qualifications."

Seeing that Jiang Yuran's eyes were red with blood, he pounced on him again like a broken supernatural Barbie, grabbed Shen Yanxu and gave him a savage beating!

Shen Yanxu was not the opponent of a young man who was in a state of madness at all, he could only howl in pain and had to surrender: "No, you have, if you save me, I will let you be the dean..."

Zhang Yu hesitated for a few seconds, then took out the anesthesia gun, fired at Jiang Yuran, and then slowly came to the two of them, pulled the young man who was gradually losing strength into his arms, and smiled at Shen Yanxu: "Actually, the hospital It doesn't matter whether it's the president or not. I mainly want to save you, after all, you are the president, right?"

Shen Yanxu had been beaten long ago until his eyes were blue, his face was swollen and his nose was bleeding, and he didn't have the strength to say anything to him at this moment, his eyes rolled up, his neck tilted, and he leaned against the corner of the wall and passed out.

……

Shen Qian, who was completely unaware, was still worrying about gains and losses in the ward.

The anesthetic on his eyes passed, and the burning pain made him want to go crazy. The handsome face under the gauze looked sad and decadent, and the young man's soft and heartless words were still in his ears: Shen Qian, let's break up.

It's going to rain, and your boyfriend is going to break up, how do you stop it?

He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the invisible void, as if he was trying his best to find an invisible shadow that couldn't be grasped.

The sweet and fragrant breath of the young boy, the light blue breath, the delicate and smooth skin, the slender and slender skeleton, the soft and pleasant voice...

After all, it is like a floating bubble, dissipating in my mind little by little.

He was expecting him, and he didn't come back.

Where will he go?

Run away?

The door opened and closed, but it was only the nurse who came to check on his condition. There was no him in the voice, there was no him in the air, and even the long corridor outside was empty, without him.

So, have I really lost him?

It is finally the butterfly of Zhouzhuang's dream, which begins with heartbeat and ends with heartache.

Just when he was in so much pain that he was about to hug his head and cry, Zhang Yu rushed in with a dark face!

Zhang Yu was breathing heavily, and as soon as he came in, he grabbed the man by the collar and couldn't help but punch him in the face!

Shen Qian was about to ask him why he was insane, but in the pungent smell of disinfectant, he smelled a sweet and fragrant smell of blood!