madam said she had loved

Fang Dun felt that he should be going crazy, or already crazy.

Everyone is telling him no, no!
but.

damned!
Whether it's okay or not, it's not up to him.

The hospital sent a doctor to him to persuade him earnestly: "Assistant Fang, this is really not the right time. As President Li's assistant, you really should persuade him again."

No matter how good-tempered a person is, there are times when he loses his temper. Fang Dun's honest professionalism is reduced to ashes at this moment.

He grabbed the chicken coop head, which was completely invisible, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Persuade! Didn't I persuade?!"

"Look at him like that, can I persuade you?!"

"You really don't want to talk to me!"

"The person who can persuade has disappeared for five years! Five full years!"

In the past five years, Li Hanlin has been living with people and ghosts, and the vicinity of him, for ten miles around, is full of gloom and bone-chilling cold.

He tried everything.

Find someone who looks similar to that person, find someone who is more well-behaved than that person, and find someone who is more docile and obedient than that person.

He tried every kind of woman who could get close to Li Hanlin by a centimeter.

His grandma's, she was dismissed before she even climbed into bed, and now she can't even smile with that cold face that has been around for a thousand years.

He was more anxious than anyone else, seeing the young master from the business genius that everyone talked about to the hell Yama that everyone feared, he spared no effort to drive everyone out of his world.

then.

Quietly, in the desolate land, recalling the past over and over again.

He has seen the young master smile with his own eyes, so today, he really wants to shout to the sky:
hell!Fuck, who will save this man.

This crazy, desperate, man!
He just got off the operating table, and he was about to ask a tattoo artist to get a tattoo!
"Fang Dun."

A hoarse and cold voice came from the hospital bed, and Fang Dun couldn't help but burst out in his heart.

Rubbing the messy chicken nest, he reluctantly went in, "Master."

"Did anyone bring it?"

Fang Dun was a little frustrated, but he couldn't help persuading him.

"Master, you are really not suitable for tattoos now. Let me tell you, your doctor in charge has visited me many times. If you insist on getting tattoos, he will not be able to take responsibility for anything that happens to you."

"That person said in the live broadcast that he likes tattoos. Didn't he also say that he likes cool and soft ones? Why don't we work hard in this direction first? Tattoos will be fine in a while. Why are you in a hurry? If one is accidentally infected and gets infected, isn't it worth the loss?"

Li Hanlin was silent, as if he was really considering Fang Dun's words.

Seeing this, Fang Dun was overjoyed, and was about to smile and go over to adjust the flow rate of the medicine for the needle when he heard Li Hanlin say lightly.

"Mrs."

Fang Dun didn't react for a while, "Huh???"

"Not that person."

Fang Dun said "Ah?", and realized that what Li Hanlin said was: It's not the person who has no name and no surname, but his wife.

Fang Dun laughed immediately, such Li Hanlin made him feel like a living person.

At least it's not wanting nothing, looking like it wants to destroy the world.

Fang Dun agreed, and placed the hand warmer under Li Hanlin's cold hands, "Yes, it's the wife, the wife of our Li family."

Li Hanlin seemed very satisfied with this title, and even twitched the corners of his mouth that hadn't moved for five years, but he seemed to have forgotten how to smile.

However, Fang Dun is still happy in his heart. If he finds someone, there is always hope of reunion.

Although……

Kind of hard.

The man named Xia Cuo, he has seen the photos specifically, the tall one should be over 180, the young master is 188, fortunately crushed, but that man reveals a deep elegance, smiling, looking down When looking at his wife, his eyes couldn't hide his surprise and tenderness.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the one named Xia Cuo likes his wife.

Five years.

He couldn't even imagine what would happen in such a long period of five years.

He even felt that his wife's move out of Xia's house heralded a certain status change.

However, he dare not say, after all, this is the only good medicine for the young master.

Thinking blankly, Fang Dun took the water glass to pour water, Li Hanlin's sharp eyes swept over, "Go and pick someone up, I'm not thirsty."

Fang Dun's brain froze, he raised his head, and suddenly his heart was ashamed, "Master, didn't we just say that we paid it back, and we will get tattoos later?"

Li Hanlin cast a glance at him, pulled the quilt and lay down, his tone full of unquestionable majesty.

"I didn't agree."

Fang Dun: "..."

a few hours later.

Fang Dun dragged the tattooist into the door.

The tattooist had already collapsed. He knew that the order was a door-to-door call, but he never thought that the other party had just come off the operating table.

Isn't this looking for death?

The other party doesn't want to live, but he still wants to.

Fang Dun dragged the tattoo artist tightly, and the bodyguards formed a circle along the way to prevent the tattoo artist from escaping, and then carried him to the ward.

His original intention was to let Li Hanlin fully understand the danger of this matter.

result.

After Li Hanlin whispered a few words into his ear, the timid tattoo artist who peed his pants, unexpectedly...compromised.

Moreover, he had an awe-inspiring expression, ready to die heroically at any time.

Fang Dun was asked out of the ward by the tattoo artist.

Standing in the empty corridor, he felt that the world had gone crazy together.

four hours later.

The tattoo artist came out of the ward dripping with sweat, Fang Dun pushed the door softly and went in.

Seeing that Li Hanlin lifted the hem of his clothes, it seemed that he had tattooed something on his left shoulder, which was too far away to see clearly.

He sent the tattoo artist downstairs. The tattoo artist only said that there were three tattoos, one of which was on the ring finger of his left hand.

Fang Dun said sickly "Oh".

Now what the young master wants to do, he can accept it calmly, the person who is not afraid of death is just the ring finger...

and many more!

Left ring finger!
Fang Dun was terrified, and quickly grabbed the tattoo artist and asked, "Is it troublesome to remove this?"

The tattoo artist wiped the cold sweat off his head, and replied seriously, "Laser, it will leave a scar, but..."

The tattoo artist sighed and chose not to speak.

Those two tattoos didn't look like they were going to be removed, but they seemed to be engraved on the skin for eternity and burned into the blood of the bones.

In Fang Dun's daze, the tattoo artist opened the door and drove away.

After this order, he thought he would take a long break to adjust his mood.

So scary.

Fang Dun came back to his senses, walked upstairs, and walked to the side of the hospital bed. Li Hanlin was still lying on the bed without any blood.

The tattoo took a lot of energy on him, and he couldn't even lift his hands to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, his eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes to rest enduring the pain.

Fang Dun sighed, and his eyes moved down to his left ring finger on the quilt.

It seems to be wearing a black ring. The tattoo artist's craftsmanship is very good. It has a faint feeling, but when you get closer, you can still see it clearly. The tattoo on it is: yuan wei.

Just a few English letters, surrounded by rigid joints.

In detail, it seems to imprison all the possibilities of happiness for Li Hanlin.

Fang Dun felt bored looking at it, and hurriedly looked away.

The god said: If you love others with your life, you will get what you want.

Fang Dun thought, if the gods didn't say anything, then young master, Fang Dun devoted his whole life to help you achieve your wish.