Staring at Zhuo Yan's relaxed expression, Bei Ke only felt angry, is this man sick?!Seeing this bright red wine, she remembered the bloody picture just now, what kind of strong mentality does this man have to drink this glass of wine?!

"I don't drink!" Becko glared at him.

Zhuo Yan raised his eyebrows, "Dean Bei doesn't appreciate his face, so I have to drink it myself." ”

Zhuo Yan put one of the glasses of red wine back on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa at will, shook the goblet with his slender fingers, tilted his head back and poured all the liquid in the cup into his mouth, through the slightly open shirt neckline, you could see the rolling Adam's apple... Beko stared at the man's movements and swallowed unconsciously.

"Young master, the medicine box has been brought. ”

"Let it go. ”

Bu Su looked at Bei Ke, if he wasn't dazzled, he just seemed to see Bei Ke staring at the young master, and his saliva was about to flow out, uh, sure enough, the charm of the young master is really no one can resist, Bu Su shook his head secretly, blaming the young master for being too handsome, and harming thousands of ignorant girls!

"What, don't you want to leave?" As soon as Zhuo Yan raised his eyes, he saw that Bu Su was staring at Beike for a moment, and he was inexplicably unhappy, and when he straightened up and put the cup, he blocked in front of Beike.

"No, it's not. "Feeling that the situation is not good, Bu Su is busy to slip away.

"Why don't you get out of here, you want to have a drink with me?"

"No!

"Wait. ”

Bu Su had just taken two steps before Zhuo Yan stopped him, Bu Su turned around stiffly, and squeezed out a bright smile, "What else does the young master command?"

"Let's take care of tonight. ”

"Yes. After a yes sir! salute, Bu Su hurriedly walked away.

After Bu Su left, Zhuo Yan raised his hand to unbutton his shirt one by one, watching the man's movements, Bei Ke's little face turned red, and he hurriedly turned his panicked gaze to the coffee table.

"Y-What are you doing?!"

Catching a glimpse of Beike's flushed face, the corners of Zhuo Yan's mouth hooked an arc, "What are you doing?" ”

A very natural word.

This guy... Isn't there an exhibitionist tendency?!

"Why do you have to take it off here?!"

"Heh," Zhuo Yan laughed, "I'm not here, where can I take it off?"

“...”

"You don't think I have any thoughts about you, do you?" Zhuo Yan suddenly leaned up from behind him, his sexy lips close to Beko's ears, and his seductive and playful voice sounded.

"Not really!"

"And what are you blushing about?"

"Am I hot?"

"Okay. Zhuo Yan said and sat back in his original position, "Come on." ”

"Huh?" Beke looked back in confusion, only to see a suffocating picture.

I saw Zhuo Yan sitting on the sofa with his bare arms and eyes closed, with a strong chest, broad shoulders, wheat-colored skin, and six abdominal muscles with perfect lines under his eyes.

"Come here. ”

“...”

What is this woman doing in a daze?!

"Beck, come here!"

"Huh?!" The man's roar reached his eardrums, and Beke hurriedly looked away, "What, what's wrong?"

"There's a second doctor here?!help me get the bullets out!"

Take, take the bullet?

Take the bullets!

People undress to get bullets, Beck, Beck, what are you thinking!

Beke hurriedly turned around and patted her face.

"What are you still doing there, trying to take revenge on me and let me bleed to death?!"

"No!" Beko almost missed biting her tongue.

"Then why don't you hurry up and roll over with your broken scalpel!"

Broken scalpel?

This man's temper is really not ordinary! Her scalpel doesn't break! Hmph, Beck wrinkled her nose angrily at him.

Beike came to Zhuo Yan with the sterilized tools, Zhuo Yan was sitting with his eyes closed, Beike glanced at the man's still bleeding left arm, and took out tweezers and a knife, "I'm going to do it, you bear with it." ”

"You think it's you?!"

This man!

Becko raised the knife in his hand at him, and there was not a word in the bastard's mouth!

"Hurry up. ”

Hearing the man's urging, Beike silently began to deal with the wound, Beike first used a tweezer to pick open the wound, and then used a tweezers to pierce the flesh and pinch the bullet from the inside out, the warm blood quickly stained the man's arm, the bullet pierced deeply, just looking at her felt painful, the faces of the two were very close, Beike raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Yan, the man still maintained that posture, but his brows were tightly locked, and his forehead was covered with a layer of fine and dense sweat beads like Beike.

Beike gritted her teeth, retracted her gaze, and accelerated the movement of her hand, after clamping the bullet, Beike's eyes lit up, and with a little effort in her hand, the bullet was picked out, and there was no bullet as a blockage, the wound was like a flood that burst the embankment, and began to surge outward, Beike quickly blocked the bleeding with gauze, Beike stared at the man's increasingly pale face, and her brows couldn't help frowning, there is no blood transfusion equipment here, if he loses too much blood, it will be over!

After finally stopping the bleeding, Beike quickly disinfected and sutured the wound, there was no anesthesia here, whether it was picking bullets or stitching up the wound, all the pain could only be carried alone.

"It'll get better soon, if you hurt it, shout out. "Beko stared at his handsome face, bloodless, wouldn't this man cry out in pain?

"Less nonsense. When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was already hoarse, and there was a trace of suppressed pain and tremor in his voice.

"Okay, it's already sewn. The most painful moment has passed, Beck withdrew her smile, and finally could breathe a sigh of relief, a pair of white gloves were already full of blood, Beck wiped his hands, helped him apply some medicine, and took out the white gauze to bandage him.

"There's one more on the right shoulder. ”

Just as Beke's heart was hanging for a moment, the man's hoarse voice sounded again.

And another?!

Beko was shocked, when did he get shot?

Becko quickly recalled the scene on the ship in her mind, until she froze on the scene of him rushing over to hug her twice, the first time she pounced on her and hugged her, and the two rolled to the back of the deck, and now that she thought about it, she seemed to have heard the dull sound of bullets piercing into her skin, so he helped her block the bullets from the gun?

As for the shoulder, Beck's mind returned to the ship again, it was when she walked forward alone, Zhuo Yan suddenly rushed over and hugged her into his arms, at that time... , She actually remembered it now, she thought that he was someone else's blood or blood on the deck, but in fact, now that she thinks about it, most of it is his own blood!

Beck tugged on the tweezers in her hand, her flashing black eyes reflecting the man's pale face, "Why are you..."Why do you want to block bullets for me?

"Huh. Sensing the change in the woman's mood, Zhuo Yan sneered, "Do you want to ask why I want to block bullets for you?"

“...”

"Because you are not alive, who shall I go to collect the debt?"

Debt collection?

"What debt?" said Beck, but the movements of her hands did not stop, and talking would make him feel better if he could not focus entirely on the wound.

"Three... Hmmm!"

Just as the man spoke, Bei Ke picked out the bullet on Zhuo Yan's shoulder with all his might, and his attention was not as focused on patience just now, Zhuo Yan instinctively snorted.

Beck looked at him and continued to strike while the iron was hot, "What debt?"

Sure enough, the man's attention was immediately attracted by her playful tone, "Beck!

Bei Ke smiled proudly in her heart, and the speed of stitching in her hand was also accelerating, but when facing Zhuo Yanshi, she still looked like she was playing tricks, "What do you mean by defaulting? Say I owe you a debt, do you have evidence?"

Zhuo Yan was choked speechless

"If not, maybe you came up with it. ”

"You!" Beke's tone made Zhuo Yan angry, but he couldn't refute it.

Okay, yes, very good! Beck, you're so good!

Zhuo Yan simply stopped talking, thinking about how to trick her next time to make a note, but heard Beike's voice sound again, "Okay, the wounds are all taken care of." ”

So fast?

I just patronized and got angry, and I don't remember this.

Zhuo Yan stared at Beike's fair little face, she was bending down to clean up the things on the coffee table, and the man's sharp eagle eyes narrowed slightly.

Was she helping him divert his attention?

"You can't drink water yet, so let's moisturize your lips. ”

In the next moment, Beike had finished cleaning up and came to him with a cup of hot water, Beike took out a cotton swab and dipped it in the cup, raised her hand to his lips, and met the man's gaze, Beike realized that he had been looking at her just now, Beike was suddenly a little embarrassed, and wanted to withdraw her hand tremblingly, "Why don't I call that unfamiliar person to help you?"

But Zhuo Yan grabbed his wrist and pulled him, Beike was startled, "Be careful!

Zhuo Yan stared at her with interest, "You said he didn't know him well, why did I call him?"

“...”

"I really don't know him well, so hurry up. The man looked like he was watching a good show, and he returned to his usual extremely shameless appearance.

That's right, it's shameless!

Beike nodded in her heart with great agreement, "If you don't let go of me, how can I help you?" Beike glanced at him angrily, holding his wrist.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yan also threw away her hand angrily, and the two gave each other a disgusted look very tacitly.

Beike wiped the cotton swab on his lips carefully, he sat on the sofa, Beike stood in front of him half-bent, occasionally a strand of long hair slipped in front of him, brushing Zhuo Yan's face, a little itchy.

Zhuo Yan raised her eyes and stared at her face, she lowered her eyes slightly, her slender and thick eyelashes trembled like wings, casting a faint shadow on her fair face, the red lips under her small nose were moist and full, Zhuo Yan clenched her palms, there seemed to be remnants of her temperature and delicate touch of her skin, Zhuo Yan rolled down her throat, and had to admit that she was indeed beautiful.

Looking at Zhuo Yan's bloodless lips, Bei Ke felt inexplicably sad, if it was normal to change to normal, but today is his birthday, this birthday is really special enough... Was the group of men in black who came to assassinate him a birthday present from his enemies?