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Qiangwei had closed her eyes and ignored all this. Although she was facing her closest man, she was still relatively conservative in this regard. Even the enchanting side was just to make men more happy.
At this moment, above Qiangwei's abdomen and below her chest, wrapped in white cloth strips, one can smell the smell of Chinese medicine emanating from that place, which confuses Qiangwei's charming body scent, and makes her nose more pleasurable.
Yang Chen squinted his eyes, picked up a pair of delicate scissors from the drawer of the bedside table, and cut it out against the dressing cloth. The cloth strips were not too tight, and gradually fell onto the bed after being cut, revealing Qiangwei's skin.
"Husband, what are you doing?" Qiangwei felt strange and asked strangely after seeing this scene.
Yang Chen didn't reply, he cut open all the cloth strips wrapped around and carefully removed it, exposing the gunshot sore of the rose inside.
Although there was some pain, Qiangwei didn't care much. He just saw her ugly flesh and blood wound being seen by Yang Chen, and looked at Yang Chen sadly, worried that Yang Chen would not like it, after all, no one would want her to be a woman. There is a hole.
In fact, the injury is not a serious matter for Qiangwei, but if this gunshot wound left a scar on her abdomen, it would be the most unacceptable for a young woman who was born with a beautiful body and loves beauty. of.
Yang Chen looked at the bright red in front of him, glanced at Qiangwei with pity, and comforted: "Don't worry, I am not a bloodless little white face. A gunshot wound is just like a soldier's medal in my eyes. I will only like it, no Will hate."
"But I don't like it." Qiangwei whispered, don't go too far.
Yang Chen smiled, suddenly raised the scissors in his hand and cut it towards the tip of his index finger of his other hand!
After cutting through the cortex of the index finger without hesitation, Yin Hong's blood flowed from Yang Chen's fingertips and dripped onto the wound of Qiangwei...
Qiangwei felt a bit of cold liquid at the location of her wound, turned her head in doubt, and her beautiful eyes were suddenly full of shock!
"Husband, you..."
"Don't talk! Don't move! No matter what you see or feel, don't move!" Yang Chen drank Qiangwei seriously.
Seeing the serious expression on Yang Chen's face, Qiangwei didn't dare to say more, and saw the blood between Yang Chen constantly pouring out and dripping into her wound.
Soon, Qiangwei felt the tingling of oxygen coming from her wound. It was a special feeling that was unclear. It was like a certain force pulling her body, but she was not under her control at all. The original pain around the wound also gradually disappeared, all turned into a weird numbness and warmth.
But the following pictures make Qiangwei unimaginable...
Yang Chen had just cut the wound on his fingertips that lasted for a few tens of seconds, and he was scabs at a speed visible to the naked eye, repairing the bleeding wound by himself!
Yang Chen frowned, picked up the scissors again, and cut open the scar that had just been formed with a single cut, allowing the blood to drip down again. That finger seemed to not belong to him at all, showing no mercy.
In this way, Yang Chen's fingers continued to scab and healed, and they were cut apart by himself, in order to keep the blood dripping.
It is so painful to keep getting hurt on a person's wounds!
Qiangwei finally understood what "feeling" Yang Chen was talking about. It was really unbearable, but not because her body felt itchy and unbearable, but when she saw Yang Chen cut her fingertips with cold scissors. , Let the blood flow, ten fingers connect to the heart! Qiangwei felt that the scissors were clearly piercing her heart!
But seeing Yang Chen's full concentration on the appearance of dripping her own blood on her wound, Qiangwei didn't dare to move. She only felt that the tears that had just stopped were welling up in her eyes again.
The tears that hadn't flowed in the past two decades of life seemed to be made up in this early morning.
He is constantly self-mutilating, using his own blood to "cure" himself
After about seven or eight minutes, Yang Chen’s fingers did not know how many times they recovered themselves. Yang Chen saw that the blood in Rose’s wound was almost the same, so he put down the scissors, and after simply wiping the fingers with a tissue, the fingers seemed to have nothing at all. Wound.
Qiangwei lay on the bed blankly looking at Yang Chen, her pretty goose egg face didn't know when it started, it had already recovered a bit of blood, and her jade-like face looked very soft and charming.
"Okay, take a rest for ten minutes, it should be almost fine." Yang Chen said with a smile.
Qiangwei seemed to finally come back to her senses. After hesitating for a while, she asked, "Why is this happening... I was seriously injured just now, but now I feel that the wound has healed..."
"Don't think too much, just treat my blood as the most advanced healing medicine."
"But… "
"No more," Yang Chen looked unusually calm, his eyes drifting slightly, "I don't want to be seen as a monster, so don't ask me more about this, okay?"
Seeing the trace of sadness that appeared on Yang Chen's face instantly, Qiangwei immediately stopped questioning. She had never seen Yang Chen showing such deep sorrow. What kind of secret is hidden in this man's body? What kind of past is he tortured
What kind of gloomy world is behind his seemingly powerful and beautiful scenery
"You are not a monster..." Qiangwei said firmly.
"If you are injured, you will be able to recover immediately. Even if you fall from a ten-story building, you will be unscathed. This is not a monster... I don't believe it myself..."
"I said you are not, you are not!" Qiangwei stretched out a warm hand and pressed it on the back of Yang Chen's hand, a bit coquettish and stubborn.
Yang Chen smiled bitterly, "But some people don't think so."
"Then I will be a monster with you."
"fool… "
The warm and sweet quiet time always seems to be fast, and I kissed me in the bedroom with Qiangwei for a while, and there was a knock on the door outside.
Except for Qiangwei's most important henchmen, no one dared to knock on this door.
"Come in." Qiangwei said lazily.
It was Xiao Zhao who opened the door carefully. This round-faced young man looked deep and frowned before entering the door, but when he came in, he saw that Qiangwei was already sitting on the bed, wearing clean white pajamas, and he was not sick at all. , Smiling at himself, he wondered if he was dazzled!
"Eldest sister...you...what are you..." Xiao Zhao stammered a little.
"Why, my body is recovering quickly, are you upset?"
"No, no..." Xiao Zhao waved his hand vigorously. He really couldn't figure out why Qiangwei had just dealt with the gunshot wound just now. Why did Qiangwei suddenly be okay again when she fell asleep, and looked at Yang Chen and Xiao Zhao who were yawning next to him. Can't help but guess whether it was a miracle brought about by this magical man... However, Yang Chen is not a doctor, let alone a dream of Dora, how can Qiangwei get better right away
But no matter what, Qiangwei's miraculous recovery made Xiao Zhao's eyebrows smile, and suddenly he had the backbone.
"Sister, fortunately you wake up, otherwise we really don't know what to do next, someone will come into our bar to see you." Xiao Zhao said.
"Who?"
"Yes... it's your father, President Situ of the Ximenghui. He also brought a lot of the heads of the Ximenghui, saying that he was coming to visit the eldest sister's injuries." Xiao Zhao said carefully.
An imperceptible light flashed in Qiangwei's eyes. Yang Chen rushed to the side and glanced at Yang Chen. Yang Chen hugged an indifferent look. Qiangwei nodded and said knowingly: "Xiao Zhao, please go out first. Treat yourself well. Brothers Tricky, don’t argue first. When I take a shower, I’ll go out."
"Okay elder sister..." Xiao Zhao hesitated, but still asked concerned: "But elder sister, are you really okay?"
"You'll know later."
After Xiao Zhao went out, Qiangwei looked at Yang Chen shyly, "Honey, go out first, I want to take a bath."
"I'll help you take care of the situation." Yang Chen was serious.
Qiangwei rolled her eyes, apparently immune to Yang Chen's rogue appearance.
Seeing that there was no sweetness to taste, Yang Chen walked out of the bedroom reluctantly and walked towards the bar hall.
As soon as I entered the lobby, I felt that the atmosphere in the bar was oppressive and breathless. At this time, there were already a lot of people sitting in the bar, crowded, and there were twenty or thirty people on each side, and each had a dark face and grinning. Yin smiled again and again.
On the side of the bar are Xiao Zhao and other major young Red Jing Society. After all, the Red Jing Society has only recently been established. Although the momentum is developing rapidly, most of them are composed of young people. In the confrontation of the meeting, he appeared to be more than brave, and the city government lacked experience.
On the other side, the Ximenghui came to the party, who was brought by Qiangwei's father, Situ Mingze.
Situ Mingze's facial features and Rose are not like father and daughter, but they are equally handsome, wearing a Givenchy white checkered shirt, and holding a Rolex silver collection watch, which looks like an ordinary urban middle-aged gold collar. , The temperament is not like a gangster at all.
At this moment, Situ Mingze was sitting on a black leather sofa with Erlang's legs on his feet, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and was taking a bite of the tea, taking it carelessly.
And beside Situ Mingze, there were a few big bosses with different costumes. What surprised Yang Chen was that Zhang Hu, who he was familiar with, also sat beside Situ Mingze and saw Yang Chen walk out. , There was no reaction, as if she didn't know it at all.
The younger brothers on both sides are arrogant, but a few of the Ximenghui leaders are leisurely, stealing and talking, and they didn’t take all this seriously. It can be seen that the internal leaders of the Ximenghui who have seen the storm and Hong There is still a huge gap among these "children" in Jinghui.
Yang Chen had only seen Situ Mingze in the photo before. This was the first time he saw a real person. To be honest, this well-maintained man is still his "father-in-law". Unfortunately, Qiangwei turned his face against him. , My own "son-in-law" still saves that heart.
"Xiao Zhao, why sit there and stare blindly? Come over and make me a cup of Bloody Mary." Yang Chen hooked the little Zhao who looked like a little leopard. He didn't want to follow this group of people with that ridiculous aura. It's better to drink some wine and wait for Qiangwei to come out.
Although Xiao Zhao felt that the situation was a bit embarrassing, Yang Chen summoned him to dare not go, and immediately got out of his seat and gave Yang Chen a bartender with a smile.
This picture made everyone in the tense bar hall look at Yang Chen with strange eyes.
Among the sitting Ximenghui bosses, one was holding a pipe in his mouth. It looked like the youngest man with a thin face raised his eyebrows. He took down the pipe and pointed at Yang Chen. He grinned and asked, "You kid, that's it. The little white face raised by a bitch?"t