Little Jiaojiao is the White Moonlight of the Paranoid Young Marshal

Dashuai Shen is still very satisfied that Shen Xu is obedient.

After he asked Shen Xu to take the blame, the child didn't say a word of objection, and just agreed.

Of course, Shen Yi's illness was the top priority. Since Shen Xu was so obedient, Marshal Shen didn't worry about him anymore, and he left the matter of Shen Xu exposed by the newspaper to his subordinates.

He has carefully reviewed these treatments, and felt that they were a bit excessive, especially the lobotomy, which was simply appalling.

He hesitated for a while, and a day later, he decided on electroshock therapy.

Mr. Shen, my suggestion is to let Mr. Shen calm down first. He is really not in a good mental state now, and something may happen. Wilson persuaded when he heard that Shen Yi asked for an immediate operation.

It's okay! I just want him to cure this rotten disease quickly, which is very important! Dashuai Shen said indifferently.

Hearing what he said, Wilson had no choice but to agree: Then you'd better find a relatively secluded place. The treatment process may harass the surrounding residents.

Dashuai Shen agreed.

Then we'll start surgery in three days, Wilson said.

Dashuai Shen moved quickly, he found a villa in the suburbs, and there was no one around, so he quickly moved Shen Yi there.

Shen Yi's mental state is indeed not very good these days. He was hit so hard, he never thought that he really fell ill after liking someone.

he is sick...

He is really sick...

He still remembers the blond hair under the white wall, and the gentle smile in the blue eyes: Are you awake?

Shen Yi spent three days in a daze in that villa in the suburbs.

In the past three days, he could hear people talking and lifting machines outside, and he knew that all of these were for the purpose of treating him.

However, he didn't know that starting tomorrow would be the beginning of his nightmare.

At this time, the Marshal's Mansion.

Why are you moving so slowly, haven't you made any arrangements yet? Dashuai Shen threw the information in his hand to a short man in military uniform below.

The man bowed his head and bowed his head: Marshal, don't worry, it will be fine soon. Now there are only a few newspaper offices that have not been notified, and some newspaper offices are rushing to draft. I promise, it will be soon! Soon!

Dashuai Shen frowned and didn't think much about it. He glanced at the short man with disgust: Forget it, you go down. Speed ​​up for me.

Yes, yes. The short man replied repeatedly.

He turned around and went out the door, giving a pooh to the door panel.

I told you to look good, let me see if you will become crazy after a while! He cursed in a low voice, You heartless old fox, tiger poison doesn't even eat your eggs.

He turned around and walked away cursing.

On the first day when Dashuai Shen handed over this matter to him, he was approached by Chen Qianzong and his group.

The young master he had only seen half a year ago at the Shen family banquet was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a gun in his hand, his expression was so cold that he seemed to freeze.

Not to mention that sitting next to him were the people in charge of the Li family and the Chen family, and behind them were soldiers with nuclear bombs and guns. The dark barrels of the guns hurt his eyes in the cold winter light.

At that time, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and the other party threatened and lured him, but he quickly succumbed.

Originally, he was reluctant about this matter, but now that his life is in someone else's hands, and he can be promoted to a noble if the matter is resolved, then why would he disagree?

Those who know current affairs are Junjie, and the newspaper office has been bribed long ago, so he has no choice.

It's just that he was still very surprised in his heart. The boy in the wheelchair that he almost never looked at directly had grown up at some point.

It makes people tremble, but also holds the power in their hands.

This is already an incredible character.

The time soon came to the early morning of the fourth day. After about eight o'clock in the morning, the door of Shen Yi's room was pushed open with a bang.

Mr. Shen, hello, I'm offended. Wilson smiled gently.

Shen Yi looked at him, knowing that he was about to start treatment. But he still couldn't believe that his love was just an absurd disease.

Can I, meet Charles?

Wilson shook his head: Sorry, Prince Charles has recently returned to the UK.

The light in Shen Yi's eyes went out instantly.

When he met Charles this time, he was sneaky in the first place. When he came to China with the delegation of ambassadors visiting China, the two finally met.

But he actually went back...

Does he know that the fact that he loves him is about to be distorted as a disease?

I'm offended, Mr. Shen. Wilson said this sentence again, and then ordered someone to take Shen Yi to the newly arranged treatment room.

Shen Yi was carried into this room.

The room was sealed except for one door. The light is dim, there is an iron bed in the center, and iron handcuffs at the four corners.

The gloomy light of the metal sent chills down one's back, and Shen Yi even saw the electric shock equipment beside the bed.

He finally realized that something seemed wrong.

He looked at this pile of scary and strange decorations, turned his head, and asked Wilson: Mr. Wilson, what does this mean...

I'm offended, Mr. Shen. Wilson's voice was very low this time.

Shen Yi was terrified and tied to the iron bed. The click of the handcuffs made him beg him: I beg you, let me go, I'm not sick! I'm not sick!

All the unrelated servants in the room left at this moment, leaving only Wilson and a few men in white robes.

Wilson said to Shen Yi: Young Master Shen, don't be afraid, the treatment process will be a bit painful, but you will be healed soon.

Soon, there were screams in the room.

Ah!!! Shen Yi's whole body twitched, and cold sweat dripped down.

He struggled to get rid of the iron bed that trapped him, he desperately wanted to bounce up, the circle around his wrists and ankles began to turn purple from the handcuffs, Shen Yi roared uninterruptedly, and convulsed.

He began to feel cold, his hands and feet began to swell, and the expression on his face began to twist.

Wilson was very satisfied. Looking at the young man who had almost lost consciousness once on the bed, he whispered: Come again.

Shouts of pain from abuse echoed in this small room, in the outskirts, where demons roamed unknowingly.

In the next chapter, brother Shen will be in power. I originally wanted to post it today, but I was responsible for not letting me post it too quickly, and the next chapter is two in one, everyone can only wait for tomorrow, everyone, don’t be stingy with votes.

Then I would like to thank the deer antler, the folding fan, and the long comment of Xiaojiu.

I really didn't expect that someone would judge me by saying I was born to write. I was really surprised when I saw such a long paragraph of text. I read it several times, and I was really touched.

Then there is the long review of the folding fan, which is really well written. I really think that if a writer can meet a few readers who write such detailed long reviews for you, this book will be worth it.

In the end, I am a nine-year-old baby. In fact, I mainly noticed you before. The little cutie also specially matched the picture I took (by the way, take a picture of porridge, if you don’t send it out for use, just keep it as a collection)

Congee porridge kisses you, and all the cuties who accompany me.

I love you guys.