There is nothing that Fu Xun can't think of, Jiang Fei is conservative and introverted, he deliberately attacks Jiang Fei's vulnerability, he will not really care about Jiang Fei's feelings because of his short-term interest in Jiang Fei.

Fu Xun is very sober, although he has lost control of Jiang Fei a few times in some aspects, but the hatred about Fu Nan and his adoptive mother is also deeply in his mind, and he also clearly remembers Jiang Fei's tricky and mean face when he lived in the Jiang family, he will not change his opinion of Jiang Fei because of Jiang Fei's "change" now, he will only feel that Jiang Fei is forced by life to restrain his true face.

Now even if Jiang Fei is dead, in his Fu Xun's opinion, he deserves it!

During the whole process, time seemed to be extended indefinitely, and the intense pain and humiliation made Jiang Fei cry all the time, except for the uncontrollable pain*, which was crying hoarsely and begging for mercy, but Fu Xun kept holding Jiang Fei's waist with one hand, so that he could not stop for a moment.

Although Jiang Fei's movements were clumsy, Fu Xun felt unprecedented pleasure, and at the end of the moment, he looked up at Jiang Fei's face, as if he saw his thoughts in a trance, he couldn't help but hug Jiang Fei's waist and put his face on Jiang Fei's chest.

"I love you...."Fu Xun closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Xiao Nan, I love you...."

When Fu Xun left the Jiang family, Fu Nan was just a childish boy, at that time Fu Nan was already Fu Xun in his heart, silently swearing to protect his relatives to death, so many years have passed, although he has already accepted the fact of Fu Nan's death, but in Fu Xun's heart, Fu Nan seems to be still growing up with him....

Now in Fu Xun's heart, Fu Nan is no longer just a teenager many years ago, but also the appearance of a young man he painted in his mind with imagination and thoughts, about twenty, with a soft face, and as gentle and kind as when he was a child.

And unconsciously, Fu Xun also seemed to fall in love with the young Fu Nan he imagined, although he has not been interested in men all these years, but he is soberly obsessed with the illusory shadow in his heart.

This moment of trance made Fu Xun's heart seem to be opened, and the longing that had been buried for many years came out desperately, but after a short trance, Fu Xun realized that the person in front of him was only Jiang Fei and not Fu Nan, and suddenly hatred replaced thoughts, * mixed with hatred, which made Fu Xun's whole person gradually crazy.

The wound on Fu Xun's arm was still cracked, because he finally lost control again.

This night, Jiang Fei was like a fish in a hot oil pot, life was worse than death, let alone a private agreement lover, he felt that Fu Xun didn't treat him as a person at all.

In the chaos, Jiang Fei saw the wound on Fu Xun's arm, which was dyed red with gauze, but Fu Xun didn't realize it, he was only wantonly aggravating his movements, and his fierce gaze was like he wanted to eat him alive.

Fu Xun's last hearty end was heavy, and he pressed heavily on Jiang Fei's body, only to find out that Jiang Fei had already fainted without knowing when.

After a short rest, Fu Xun turned over and sat up, he looked at Jiang Fei from his neck to his ankles, covered with unsightly bruises, and only then did he realize that he had taken too heavy a hand.... This guy is not only physically weak, but his psychological endurance is also the same as that of waste, and the double stimulation is indeed enough to crush him.

Fu Xun reached out and patted Jiang Fei's face, Jiang Fei didn't react, he reached out to probe Jiang Fei's snort, and when he felt normal, he turned around and got out of bed.

Fu Xun called his subordinates and asked them to come in with a medicine box to redress his wounds, then put on his clothes and left the bedroom.

It was Fu Xun's personal doctor Qiao Yang who came to bandage Fu Xun's wounds.

Qiao Yang was in his thirties, handsome and gentle, with eyes, and was the only person among Fu Xun's subordinates, except for Shen Qingli, who had a gentle and amiable face.

Fu Xun's father successively arranged four or five private doctors for him after Fu Xun was taken to the Fu family, and after years of observation and appointment, among these private doctors, Fu Xun only trusted Qiao Yang, so when he traveled to Zhongnan City, he also brought Qiao Yang over.

Dealing with this kind of innocuous skin trauma is simply overkill for Qiao Yang, but it also happens that Qiao Yang had dinner with a few friends last night and stayed at this Fuyan Hotel, Wu Shen learned at the hotel front desk, so he called Qiao Yang, after all, Qiao Yang's handling methods are more professional than them.

It was already more than six o'clock in the morning, and Qiao Yang's biological clock was just at the same time, and as soon as he got up, he received a call from Wu Shen, so he washed up and dressed, and hurried to Fu Xun's suite with the medicine box prepared by Wu Shen for him....

In addition to the regular physical examinations for Fu Xun, Qiao Yang has not been "on duty" for more than a year.

Seeing Fu Xun's injury, Qiao Yang's face sank, he could see that it was a man-made knife wound, so he asked with a solemn face, "Fu Shenze's killer is acting again?" ”

"It has nothing to do with him." After a hearty night, Fu Xun was in a good mood at this time, and said lightly, "An accident." ”

"Accidents? The wound was clearly a secondary dehiscence. Qiao Yang said, "Two accidents? ”

“.....”

After bandaging, Qiao Yang told Fu Xun a few words, Fu Xun responded casually, and when Qiao Yang was about to leave, Fu Xun said in a deep voice with a complicated face, "There is one in the room." ”

Qiao Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction of the bedroom.

Fu Xun pretended to cough indifferently, "Go over and take a look, just don't let him die." ”

Qiao Yang looked dazed, and finally walked curiously to the bedroom with the medicine box, and after a while, Fu Xun heard Qiao Yang's gasp of astonishment from the bedroom.

Fu Xun lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said lazily in the direction of the bedroom, "If you can't die, you can go back." ”

Qiao Yang can be regarded as well-informed, he can see what Jiang Fei has experienced to become like this, but he has been with Fu Xun for so many years, although he has never asked Fu Xun about his private life, he never thought that Fu Xun would have such a bad habit in bed.

And he remembered that Fu Xun's bed partners were all women over the years, when did they become....

Qiao Yang looked at Jiang Fei, who was unconscious on the bed, and sighed.

After a while, Qiao Yang walked out of the bedroom and said to Fu Xun, "You can't die, but you have a fever, so it is recommended to send it to the hospital." ”

"Fever?" Fu Xun was slightly stunned, but then frowned again, and said unhappily, "It's really a waste, and this level is a fever." ”

“.....”

"Alright." Fu Xun got up from the sofa, put on his tie and said coldly, "I'll go back and change my clothes and go to the company, I'll leave it to you here." ”

(Brother: When the heart dies to the point where there is no concern, it will not be weak~~PS: Tomorrow is a new week, lie down and lie down, eighteen postures to ask for votes online~)