The man was quite tall, with cold brows and a murderous look on his face, like a sharp evil ghost crawling out of the underworld.
Forehead…
Zhang Fan couldn't help but look back.
There was nothing behind him, no one.
But Jiang Beiyuan's murderous intent shouldn't be directed at him, right
"Lao Jiang, you came just in time."
Until Jiang Beiyuan stood still in front of him, Zhang Fan still didn't take it seriously and thrust the paper into his arms with a smile.
"You have a good relationship with Director Wang Shuang. Please help me give him my promotion paper and put in a good word for me -"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan paused.
He just watched helplessly as Jiang Beiyuan in front of him without saying a word tore the paper he had worked so hard to write into pieces and threw it over his head.
The sound of scraps of paper flew up all over his head in an instant.
It doesn't mean that the frost and snow on the head can be regarded as white hair. Zhang Fan didn't expect that the first time he experienced the feeling of white hair was because of Jiang Beiyuan!
"Hey, are you crazy? Why are you tearing up my paper?!"
"Not only will I tear up your paper, I'll also strangle you to death!"
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes were stern and he had a mean aura. He put his elbow on Zhang Fan's neck and pressed him hard against the white wall behind him.
Several young nurses passing by looked at this scene, and they were all surprised and horrified. No one dared to step forward to break up the fight.
Zhang Fan, who was pressed against his throat, couldn't breathe. His face immediately turned blue and purple, and he tried hard to break the cold hand on his neck.
"You... you are crazy, Jiang Beiyuan!"
"Why didn't you tell me about my wife's acute gastroenteritis after drinking last night?!"
"I'm going to go, conscience of heaven and earth... She didn't let me say it herself... She was afraid that you would worry about her!"
Zhang Fan was about to cry, but he couldn't even shed tears.
I can't even breathe now, haha, how can I still think about crying
"What else? Are you hiding anything else from me?"
"Also...and..."
Zhang Fan swallowed hard, and when it didn't work, he simply gave up the struggle, raised his hands completely above his head, and looked at Jiang Beiyuan, who was restraining him in front of him, with aggrieved and painful eyes.
"Also...and...she has a cold...she has been coughing for the past few days..."
"anything else?!"
"It's gone... It's really gone!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan said nothing, his thin lips pursed tightly. He did not let go of Zhang Fan. His handsome face was still covered with frost, and his narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed at this moment, with a cold look deep in his eyes. The cold light suddenly appeared, sharp and threatening.
It was the first time Zhang Fan saw Jiang Beiyuan's eyes like this.
scarlet.
Like a wolf, like a scorpion.
His hand was still so strong that his ribs, which were now stuck tightly with his elbow, were in terrible pain, as if they were about to be broken.
"Brother... eldest brother... I've done it all... Just be good... Just let me go!"
Hearing this, Jiang Beiyuan sneered: "You can do it. It's not like you are a brother to hide such a serious matter from me."
Zhang Fan was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.
Who the hell is your brother? !
Do you tear up his papers, take his water card, break his tablet, and now want to strangle his brother alive? !
"Grandpa...Grandpa, I was wrong, great grandpa...you do well...it's really..."
Zhang Fan's face gradually turned from purple to deep red, and his usually rough voice became extremely sharp, like a salted fish being pressed to death on a chopping board.
"I'm really going to die..."
“…”
At the critical moment, Jiang Beiyuan finally let go of him.
(End of chapter)