Song Yuzhang

Fu Mian was taller, darker, and stronger. Except for the outline on his face, Song Yuzhang could hardly recognize that it was the fair, beautiful, lovely and pitiful Young Master Fu.

With Liu Chu's blood still dripping on Song Yuzhang's face, he said softly, "A Mian."

"Don't call me that," Fu Mian pulled him up, with a gentle smile on his face, "It's kind of disgusting."

The servants in black carried a few corpses out of the forest and threw them on the ground, and arranged them in a mess. They also moved the servants of the Song family to the center of the ground, and pointed at the corpses with guns. gun.

"Grandpa, it's all taken care of."

"Bring people down."

"Yes."

The servants of the Fu family brought out a heavily tied man from the trunk of the car.

The man's mouth was blocked, and when he saw the light, he let out a whining sound in horror, and was pushed in front of Song Yuzhang and Fu Mian. Song Yuzhang looked at the man, and was surprised to find that this man was somewhat similar to him in terms of facial features , at least like five points.

The man obviously noticed it too, first he stared at Song Yuzhang with wide eyes, and then he desperately lowered his knees to the ground with tears streaming down his face, wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"It took me a lot of effort to find such a thing." Fu Mian pulled Song Yuzhang's hair with one hand, brought it close to his ear, and sprayed warm breath into his ear, "Does it look like it? "

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, since he saw Fu Mian, he didn't say anything except calling "A Mian".

Fu Mian flicked the gun.

The servants pulled the white cloth out of the man's mouth.

"Master Fu, please forgive me, Master Fu, please forgive me..."

"Don't make noise," Fu Mian said, "Take off your clothes."

The man was stunned, "Now, now?"

"Yes," Fu Mian smiled at him, "Right now, take off, take off—"

The man didn't care about it for his life, and after the man untied him, he tremblingly began to take off his clothes, and quickly took off his clothes from the inside to the outside.

"It's still not like that," Fu Mian pointed at Song Yuzhang with his gun, and whispered in his ear, "He's not as white as you, nor as popular as you."

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes lightly, "What are you going to do?"

"You have to take off too."

"Take it off from the inside out."

Song Yuzhang glanced at Fu Mian. Fu Mian had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, black and white, and as cold as a pool of water. "If you don't like it, I can help you take it off myself."

Song Yuzhang was pushed into a car.

Fu Mian gave him 3 minutes.

Song Yuzhang was a little dazed in the car.

Fu Mian, it's Fu Mian...how could it be Fu Mian...it's actually Fu Mian...

There was a knock on the car door, Song Yuzhang turned his face away, Fu Mian slammed the gun at him through the car window, "Don't waste time."

Song Yuzhang untied his tie.

He has been Song Wuye for a year, and he is fully dressed and luxurious. Fu Mian stared at him and stripped himself completely, wanting to take away all his clothes, not even letting go of the two diamond cufflinks .

"Put it on."

Fu Mian pointed the gun at the trembling people outside.

Song Yuzhang looked at the man outside wearing his clothes, he suddenly understood what Fu Mian wanted to do, his eyes passed over the man's shoulder, and his heart almost felt cold again - this man also had a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

"Fu, Master Fu, you, you just forgive me, I, I haven't done anything..."

"Bam—"

Without hesitation for a second, Fu Mian made a big hole in his face.

Opening the car door and getting in the car, Fu Mian smiled at Song Yuzhang and moved his shoulders, "I wanted to smash his face." He glanced at Song Yuzhang's naked body, "It's not skinny, but quite fleshy. "

Song Yuzhang knew that he had capsized in the gutter, unlike Nie Yinbing's time. Judging by Fu Mian's appearance, he should have known his whereabouts a long time ago, but he forbeared until now, and waited until he left Haizhou before taking action. It was so well arranged.

No, this time, I'm afraid it will be really bad.

To what extent it is not good, Song Yuzhang can't imagine it at this time, or he is not willing to imagine it.

The smell of gasoline was pungent to Song Yuzhang's nose through the car window. The corpse and the car were all doused with gasoline, especially the person similar to him. Those people were washing his face with gasoline.

Song Yuzhang already understood what Fu Mian was going to do.

Throwing a cigarette in, the flames shot up to the sky in an instant, Song Yuzhang sat naked in the car, sweating on his forehead from the heat wave outside, Fu Mian lightly touched the sweat beads on the side of his face, and said lovingly: "Bamboo! Qing, look at how miserable your death was, your face was burnt, it’s so pitiful.”

Song Yuzhang sat quietly, "A Mian..."

Song Yuzhang was pressed into the leather car seat with his hair pulled out, his mouth and nose pressed against the cowhide as if he was suffocating, and he heard Fu Mian say: "Don't call me that if you don't have a long memory."

Song Yuzhang was so bored that he almost passed out, and then he was dragged up again, and the hot muzzle of the gun was pressed against his throat, "Zhuqing, my baby, you'd better be sensible, don't provoke me, I won't Mind turning you into a mute."

Song Yuzhang stopped talking.

He is indeed a person who can judge the situation very well.

Fu Mian has changed, he is no longer that cute and naive young master who wants to be his wife.

The Lincoln drove away, and someone behind was still processing the traces of the vehicle. Song Yuzhang heard the explosion, and it seemed that the car exploded.

Liu Chu... Song Yuzhang's heart felt cold, and he also shivered.

Fu Mian was hugging him, seeing him trembling, he smiled and pulled him onto his lap, "Are you cold?"

The hot muzzle of the gun had gradually cooled down, Fu Mian poked his heart with the gun, playing with that point back and forth, suddenly the muzzle of the gun went down, and shot Song Yuzhang's calf.

Song Yuzhang snorted, trembling violently because of the sudden pain.

Fu Mian pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against Song Yuzhang's waist, and said softly, "So you also know that it's cold if you don't wear clothes?"

Song Yuzhang held down the wound on his calf with trembling hands, blood overflowed from between his fingers, and he whispered: "I have nothing to say in your hands, if you hate me, just kill me."

The muzzle of the gun hit his waist more heavily. Compared with the pain in his calf, the hotness in his waist was nothing to mention.

"Want to die? It's not that easy."

Fu Mian pinched Song Yuzhang's cheeks, and met his eyes, with a gleam in his eyes, "Zhuqing, I have worked so hard to get you, why am I willing to kill you?"

"Do you know how hard it is for me to put up with that face dangling in front of me, sometimes I just want to hang him up and whip him so hard, or cut a piece of him off with a knife , but not..." Fu Mian let go of his hand, and gently stroked Song Yuzhang's white and soft body with the back of his hand, "You are so flawless, and he can't leave scars that shouldn't be there."

Song Yuzhang pressed the wound, feeling the blood flow so that his body was a little cold, he couldn't help coughing from the itching in his heart.

Fu Mian caressed him, bowed his head and gently kissed the scar on his shoulder, "Fortunately, you are back by my side again," he raised his face, facing Song Yuzhang whose face was gradually turning pale Said, "I can realize my beautiful fantasies about you one by one."

Song Yuzhang coughed again, and said in a low voice, "I didn't really give Tang Jin the prescription."

"I know," Fu Mian said kindly, "He said the same thing before he died, and his words are good when he is about to die, so I believe it."

Song Yuzhang's mind went blank for a moment.

Tang Jin died.

Fu Mian smiled and said: "He said you went to Dongcheng, I turned Dongcheng upside down, but still couldn't find you, I was very angry, so I cut off his hands and feet, he said he didn't lie to me, you lied to him .”

Song Yuzhang looked at Fu Mian, "He did not lie, I lied to him."

"I know," Fu Mian said with a smile, "but I still want him to die."

He hugged Song Yuzhang into his arms again, and pressed his palm on Song Yuzhang's palm holding the wound. Song Yuzhang's blood stuck to his palm stickily. Fu Mian said calmly: "When I saw him, I remembered It was unbearable that I should have been as stupid as he was."

"Zhuqing, look, I can actually be very smart, but I want to be a fool in front of you and make you love me so much..."

Fingers inserted into the blood hole on the leg, stirring the blood hole, excruciating pain, Song Yuzhang gritted his teeth to bear the pain, he heard Fu Mian's voice getting softer and colder at the same time, "But you are really Take me for a fool!"

Song Yuzhang didn't feel any pain anymore, because he finally passed out completely.

When Song Yuzhang woke up again, he was still in the car. The wound on his leg had been bandaged. He was wearing a black robe and curled up in the car. The orange light from the fire was dancing outside the dark car.

The car door was opened, and Song Yuzhang saw Fu Mian.

Both cheeks were pinched, the kettle was brought to his mouth, and the water flowed down. Song Yuzhang was choked so that his mouth and nose were full of water, and his nasal cavity was hot and painful. He grabbed the black robe with his palms. He coughed hard, almost choking his lungs. Cough it all out.

After finally calming down, Fu Mian tilted his palm, and the full pot of water was poured on Song Yuzhang's face. Song Yuzhang closed his eyes and panted slightly.

His cheek was patted twice, "Zhuqing, look how useless you are now, you can't even drink water."

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, but coughed violently again.

He coughed badly, his pale face flushed from coughing, and his injured leg twitched. Fu Mian watched him coldly for a while, then pulled him up.

Song Yuzhang's body was very hot, obviously he had a fever, Fu Mian held him in his arms, and gave him a small pill from his pouch.

The pill was so bitter that it melted in the mouth, and Song Yuzhang's whole face wrinkled from the bitterness.

Fu Mian slapped him on the face with a smile, "Who told you to spill all the water just now, you deserve it, you deserve it." His tone was friendly, but it made Song Yuzhang feel shuddering.

Fu Mianzhong pushed him down on the seat, stretched into the black robe and stroked his injured calf, "We have to hurry up, we can't make you a little lame," he patted the gauze on Song Yuzhang's leg, patted Song Yuzhang let out a muffled groan, "That would not be pretty."

Beads of sweat oozed from Song Yuzhang's forehead, "What do you want?"

Fu Mian chuckled, "Fool, what else can I do? Of course I took you to elope."

During the turbulent day and night, Song Yuzhang almost never got out of the car, except when he was peeing, Fu Mian pushed him out of the car and let him limped barefoot to a secluded place to relieve his hand. Fu Mian stared at him, and suddenly smiled Er smiled, "Why didn't I realize that you have so little hair before?"

Song Yuzhang was silent.

Fu Mian took out a dagger and approached it step by step, Song Yuzhang did not dodge or dodge, Fu Mian picked it up with the dagger, he smiled, "I loved you so much at that time, I ran into your room in the middle of the night, begging you to do something I."

The cold back of the knife was pressed against, Song Yuzhang remained motionless, Fu Mian weighed it twice like a game, "Big guy." With the snow-white blade turned, Song Yuzhang suddenly closed his eyes, trembling all over his body. Sweating stickily, he opened his eyes, a few light-colored hairs fell from the blade, Fu Mian hooked his neck suddenly, and whispered, "Why didn't you want me at that time?" Before Song Yuzhang could answer , he continued: "I know why..."

Fu Mian let go of his hand, and gently stroked Song Yuzhang's cheek with the back of his hand, smiling happily, "Because you are a slut who is born to be owed a toast and does not eat fine wine!"