Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

With one hand, holding a hammer, he nailed steel bars into her chest bit by bit.

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

She whimpered, called him a few words, and passed out.

Jiang Zhi took off his coat, wrapped her around, carefully held it in his arms, and walked into the car.

Ah Wan, who had been stunned for a long time, quickly followed.

Jiang Zhi looked back and glanced at him: "You stay."

A night in shock: "Huh?"

Jiang Zhi succinctly, ordered: "Dispose of the blood on the ground and the stone."

Ah night: "!"

Destroy the corpse, destroy the corpse, destroy the traces!

Ah Wan glanced at the corpse, the murder weapon, and the evidence at the murder scene in horror. He shuddered and stuttered: "Old boss, I, I, I don't dare."

He is an eyewitness.

No, he cannot be an accomplice.

"Boss, I'm afraid of going to jail..."

"People are not dead." Jiang Zhi looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, "idiot!"

Ah Wan: "..."

He was almost scared to death!

There was no hospital nearby, and Jiang Zhi could not worry about sending Zhou Xufang to the hospital, so he took her to a Chinese medicine clinic, and the clinic was closed before nine o'clock.

Jiang Zhi held Zhou Xufang in both hands, his head was sweaty, he kicked directly with his feet, and after several kicks, no one squeaked.

"Don't knock, no one."

Jiang Zhi continued to kick, kicking harder than each other.

The person inside became impatient and roared, "I told you not to knock!"

"It's me, Jiang Zhi."

In the clinic is an acquaintance, Xue Bingxue's teacher, an older single middle-aged man, and is about to enter old age.

The middle-aged older single man was angry: "It's you who don't open the door!" His tone was extremely unhappy, "It's closed today, come back tomorrow."

Jiang Zhi continued to kick: "If you don't open the door again, I will set fire."

This dead boy!

哐!

The door was opened vigorously, and the middle-aged single man wore an old-age military coat, his face was blacker than carbon: "It's big night, what are you doing!"

Ji Feihua, male, 49 years old, 59-year-old face, 69-year-old pace, 79-year-old hair, but rather, 29-year-old mental age, he is a three-generation solo 'Old Chinese'.

Xue Bingxue worshipped his name and studied Chinese medicine.

Jiang Zhi hugged the person, walked around him, and went in: "My girlfriend is hurt, you can help her see."

Ji Feifan touched the few black and white hairs left on the top of his head, and scanned the injured: "Put her on the bed."

Jiang Zhi carefully put the person on the hospital bed, pulled the quilt, and carefully covered it.

Ji Feifan yawned and dragged the pace of the ‘elderly’ as he looked at it: “What kind of tie?”

"Pen." Jiang Zhi glared at him dissatisfiedly and urged, "Hurry up!"

Ji Feifan was also very explosive, and he glanced at Jiangzhi: "What is the urgency, there is a small wound, no one can die." After checking the amount of bleeding, he rubbed his eyes, "You take off her clothes first."

After speaking, he wiped a handful of physical tears from being too sleepy, and flicked his slippers to get the medicine.

Jiang Zhi sat on the bed, only tangled for a few seconds, and reached out to untie Zhou Xufang's clothes. Just when her hand touched her neckline, she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed his hand at the same time.

Woke up?

She was still a little confused, her eyes sluggish: "Are you going to take off my clothes?"

Jiang Zhi nodded, his face paler than Zhou Xufang: "We have to deal with the wound."

He pulled down the zipper of her coat.

She immediately pressed his hand and said, "You can't take it off." The slack consciousness slowly returned. She was a little dehydrated and her lips were dry. She licked it and said, "I'm fine."

Jiang Zhi still had the feeling of falling in mid-air, unable to step on it, fear, panic, confusion, and anxiety.

The shivering look of her just now made him feel lingering. At this moment, she was alive again, got up from the hospital bed, stood on the ground, and jumped twice.

"Really, it's all right." Afraid that he would not believe it, she went on jumping.

This guy, want to kill him.

Jiang Zhi's heart was beating fast and couldn't slow down, his face was even worse than hers, and the palms were still sweating. He grabbed the person: "Don't jump." Bend over, picked her up, and put her back on the bed. I don't look at you, can you apply the medicine yourself?"

She didn't want him to see her wound.

Then don't watch.

Zhou Xufang now lay down honestly: "Okay."

Jiang Zhi was worried about her injury, frowned tightly, and was very flustered. He had a bad temper and impatiently urged, "Is the medicine prepared?"

Ji Feihua turned his head and screamed: "Hurry up, what kind of advice!" Picking up the medicine and bandages in the tray, and passing them over, he glanced at the injured, "Why haven't the clothes taken off yet?"

Zhou Xufang could see that Jiang Zhi and the doctor knew each other, so they greeted him actively: "Hello, grandpa."

"..."

Death gaze from a middle-aged older single man: "I am forty-nine this year."

Zhou Xufang's expression management is very poor. The expression of "Really? Really? I can't believe it" was all written on his face, and his mouth changed: "Good uncle."

Ji Feifei can't remember how many times he was called a grandfather by a man in his 30s. Wan Jian Chuanxin was also numb. He groaned and didn't care about the little girl: "Take medicine first."

She subconsciously pulled up the zipper of her coat: "Can I apply the medicine myself?"

This girl is very defensive,

It seemed that the injury was not serious, and his eyes were panic, more like being frightened.

Ji Feifan put down the tray and looked at the blood stains on the little girl's clothes: "Has the blood stopped?"

"Well, it stopped." Zhou Xufang added, "The wound is small."

He put on his gloves and ignored the ‘insidious’ eyes of the guy next to the little girl, and pressed the acupuncture points around her wound: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Xufang replied honestly: "It doesn't hurt." Her injury should be almost healed, and she doesn't feel a bit when pressed.

"Raise your hands above your head."

She did so, raising her hand, and moving around the circle twice.

Ji Feifan, an old Chinese doctor, asked her again: "Is there any ink in the pen?"

"No, it's a very new pen."

No arteries were injured, no nerves were injured, just a small wound.

Look at someone in a hurry!

Ji Feifan rolled his eyes to Jiang Zhi: "First use this to clean the wound, then the powder, and finally the ointment. This is taken internally, three times a day." Pushing the medicine over there, he took off his gloves and threw it into the trash can. He yawned again, "Do it myself, I'm going to bed, and shut the door for me when I leave."

Jiang Zhi didn't speak, still a face that was owed 100 million yuan.

Zhou Xufang replied: "Okay." And thanked, "Thank you Uncle."

Ji Feifan went upstairs with slippers.

Jiang Zhi kept silent. Looking at Zhou Xufang, he had many things to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't ask anymore, afraid that she would cry, afraid that she was in a state of dying, like just now. Can't get out.

He drew the curtains up: "I'm outside, I have something to call me."

At the moment when the curtains were all closed, Zhou Xufang lowered his eyelashes and breathed in big mouths. Those sounds were no longer heard in his ears, but his heart was still tightening.

She sat quietly for a while, pulled her clothes off, and the wound pierced by the pen had begun to scab, and it would be healed tomorrow, she still used all the medicine.

Half an inch from the wound, there was a round scar. She covered it with her palm and gently rubbed it.

It turned out to be steel nailed.

She took a few deep breaths: "I'm fine."

Jiang Zhi pulled the curtain aside, walked over, looked at her face, her injured shoulder, her brows were not loose at all, and her eyes were gloomy: "Really good?"

She nodded: "Yeah." Standing up from the bed, she moved her arm to show him, "It doesn't hurt anymore, and it doesn't bleed anymore."

Jiang Zhi pressed her shoulders to keep her from moving.

He could also guess some of her injuries.

She didn't say, she still had concerns.

He didn't ask, this girl was not good at EQ, and he still couldn't tell, where was his bottom line and tolerance for her, stretched out his hand and covered her chest: "When you want to say it, tell me."

It's not that I'm not curious, but I'm afraid to ask, for fear of asking her wrongly and poking her wound. He was really scared, afraid that she was crying like just now, not hysterical, just shivering like that, just like that, he looked terribly uncomfortable.

"I will take you home." He withdrew his hand.

Zhou Xufang Limala took his hand: "Jiang Zhi," she begged with timid fear in her eyes, "Will you take me back to your house? I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

She is very scared.

Jiang Zhi touched her head: "Okay."

She was silent all the way, holding his hand tightly.

When he arrived at the Qingshan Mansion, he hugged her upstairs. She was no longer shy. She obediently hugged his neck and put her face in his arms. Even if a passerby passed by, she didn't move away, she kept drilling on him.

Jiang Zhi put her on the sofa: "I'll get your clothes. You should wash them first. Don't get water on the wound."

"it is good."

She was about to get up, but Jiang Zhi didn't let it go, hugged her to the bathroom, and stood at the door uneasy for a while, waiting for the sound of the water before he went to the cloakroom to get her clothes.

The phone on the table rang.

Jiang Zhi has joined.

It was Ah Wan: "Boss, Luo Changde has been sent to the hospital." Ah Wan panted over there, "Not dead."

Jiang Zhi asked: "Which hospital?"

Why?

Seeing that the person is not dead, do you want to make up the knife?

Ah Wan was flustered and hesitated for a long time. He didn't dare to hide it. He clutched his phone and answered quietly, "The Fifth People's Hospital."

Jiang Zhi said, there is no more text.

Ah Wan, he has a lot of questions, the biggest one is: "Boss, that, that..."

"Less hesitation."

Tonight, the boss's tone was particularly creepy.

Ah Wan patted his chest, boldly: "I seem to hear you call that runner Xu Fang." At that time, he stood far away, his face was not clear, "I must have heard it wrong, how could Miss Zhou be— —"The thief.

The conversation was interrupted.

Jiang Zhi's cold voice: "My mouth is closed tightly. If you reveal this matter, I will kill you whether you intend it or not."

"..."

Ah Wan was trembling: "I dare not..."

Weak chirps on the mouth, galloping in my heart.

Fuck! Slot! Slot!

Miss Zhou, who is high-minded, kind-hearted, gentle and considerate, is actually a thief! Sure enough, a woman's heart, sea needle!

A Wan covered her small heart, took a deep breath, decided to say something nice, and soothe the boss's frightened heart: "It turns out that Ms. Zhou fell in love with you so long."

He hasn't forgotten how the professional errand runner suppressed the boss! And touch!

However, it's pretty amazing.

A million words novel appeared in Ah Wan's mind: "The love that starts with the body is also because of your body."

"Dududududu..."

The phone was hung up!

Ah Wan looked up at the sky and sighed, feeling that the world still needs more care and respect.

Zhou Xufang was still washing, Jiang Zhi hung up Awan's phone, sat for a while, and dialed another number.

"Jiang, Shao Jiang?"

It is the deputy hospital of the Fifth People's Hospital.

Jiang Zhi went to the balcony, glanced at the bathroom, and lowered his voice: "It's me."

Vice- Yuan Sun was flattered: "Is there anything wrong with you calling here so late?"

When Jiang Zhi was eighteen years old, he also smoked and smoked for fun. He didn't remember why he quit. He didn't have any addiction. At the moment, he was upset, and he actually hooked up his addiction. He turned over the bag of marshmallows and came out, opened one and threw it in his mouth: "There is something to trouble Vice-Yun Sun."

"Shao Jiang, just say it."

He chewed the candy, but didn't taste any sweetness: "Luo Changde recognizes it?"

Vice- Yuan Sun hesitated for three seconds: "Recognize?"

Naturally recognized.

The Luo family is in the imperial capital, and is also a family with a face and a face.

Jiang Zhi crumpled the sugar bag into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "Don't kill it, torture it for a few more days."

Most of the hospitals in the imperial capital are Jiang’s sites.

It's easy to kill an individual, and it's easy to make life worse than death.

Vice- Yuan Sun was shocked for a long time before replying: "I, I understand."

Just in time, with a click, the bathroom door opened.

Zhou Xufang's eyes came out with wet eyes: "Jiang Zhi." Her hair was also washed and wrapped in a towel.

Jiang Zhi put the phone down: "Come here."

Wearing a pair of pink slippers, she walked to him.

Not only slippers, towels, clothes, toothbrushes and shower gel in the bathroom are all pink.

Jiang Zhi dragged her to sit on the sofa and scattered her hair. Without using a hairdryer, he wiped her patiently with a towel: "Did the wound get any water?"

She lowered her head and exposed the top of her head: "No."

Jiang Zhi first put down the towel, took the medicine Ji Feifei had prescribed, and put it in Zhou Xufang's hands. He got up and poured a cup of warm water: "Take the medicine first."

"it is good."

Zhou Xufang obediently swallowed a few Chinese medicine pills.

After drinking the medicine, she put down the cup and pulled her clothes to Jiang Zhi: "Jian Zhi, whose clothes are these?"

"Pink, who do you think it belongs to?" He pulled her up and went to the cloakroom, his left was all his, and he pointed to the right to show her, "It's all yours."

Clothes, shoes, everything, all pink she likes.

She was very happy, and rubbed Jiang Zhi's arm: "You are amazing, you know what size clothes I wear."

Jiang Zhi was amused. He went into the cloakroom and took a home knitted jacket and put it on her: "Hold it a few times." He put his hand on her chest and buttoned her, "Is the underwear big?"

Zhou Xufang, who had a fever in an instant, said: "...nothing."

She was so embarrassed that she stopped looking at him, her eyes looked away, and then she saw the pink wallpaper on the whole wall behind, as well as a few pink rabbit dolls lying on the tatami on the balcony.

The cups on the cabinets, the pillows on the sofa, and the wind chimes on the entrance wall are all warm pink.

She was surprised: "It's so pink."

Jiang Zhi's house was originally in a deserted ascetic style, so it was very young.

Jiang Zhi led her to sit on the sofa, took a towel, and continued to wipe her hair: "Do you like it?"

She nodded desperately: "When did you get it?"

"After going to your house," he said, "you are too deserted."

She hugged his waist and thrust into his arms, smiling like a satisfied cat: "Jianzhi, you are so kind."

He is bad.

He was only kind and kind to her.

He put the towel on her head, he held her face, bowed his head and pecked on her face, once and then, from the forehead to the chin, and finally the lips, gently rubbing: "Are you afraid?"

She shook her head, her eyes bright: "Don't be afraid."

"Xu Fang."

"Ok."

He was silent for a while, and hugged her tightly, his voice so soft that he could hardly hear: "Tell me, who nailed you with steel?"

Don't ask anything else, she just said what she wanted.

this is not OK.

He couldn't forget her crying and trembling at the beach, and he didn't dare to think of her chest when she was nailed into steel bars. He had never believed in the same before, so now he believes it.

He suffered all the sufferings and sins she had suffered in his heart.

"I don't remember." She shrank into his arms and whispered, "I was sold abroad when I was a child, and I don't remember anything before that."

She didn't remember who nailed it, only the hammer, the steel bar, and the fat hand in the blood splattered sight.

I don't know why I suddenly think of this, perhaps because of the injury from the pen piercing, or perhaps because of Luo Changde's strange but terrifying face.

"When I was a kid," she said slowly, "it should have been abused."

Therefore, she is afraid of many things, she is afraid of roses, fire, hammers, steel bars, Luo Changde's face...

Jiang Zhi didn't speak, and the hands holding her were shaking slightly.

He hugged her very tightly, she was almost out of breath, and still did not hide, put her head on his shoulder, and whispered: "I'm fine now."

"I met you and it's fine now."

"I don't remember the past, it won't be sad."

"I'm still lucky."

"Jianzhi, don't be sad."

"..."

She put her hand on Jiang Zhi's back, patted and coaxed gently. She suffered all the injuries left by the stumbling and tumbling, and she was still comforting him, telling him not to feel sad, and tell him not to feel bad.

Jiang Zhi buried his face on her shoulder, his eyes flushed.

This fool doesn't know about resentment or hatred. Unlike him, he resents so much that he wants to kill, and wants to pay back the crime she has suffered thousands of times. It doesn't matter if he kills and sets fire, he is not afraid of sin in this sinful world.

At night, Zhou Xufang had a dream, but couldn't wake up and kept crying.

"Xu Fang."

Jiang Zhi got up and turned on the lights, kneeling down beside her, calling her: "Xu Fang."

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

She didn't wake up, her hands were struggling, and she called him vaguely.

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

He picked her up and kept kissing her: "I am here."

"Don't be afraid, I am here."

"Fangbao, stop crying."

"Don't cry."

"..."

Zhou Xufang did not wake up, did not see Jiang Zhi who was holding her tears coming down.

In the first half of the night, it rained, and in the second half of the night, the wind subsided and the rain stopped. It was exceptionally quiet. The mobile phone placed on the cabinet suddenly vibrated. At night, it was comparable to a midnight bell.

The person in the quilt turned over and didn't want to worry about it, but the phone rang endlessly and tirelessly.

Qiao Nanchu cursed a vulgar word, and took it angrily: "Do you **** know what time it is?"

Three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Zhi didn't feel sleepy yet, and his whole body was gloomy, like the sky outside the window: "Please help me if I have something."

Qiao Nanchu was irritable, turned on the light, and sat up: "You can't find me during the day?" He had a bad temper when he was disturbed by sleep, "said."

Jiang Zhi's voice was low and hoarse: "Professional errand runner Z, no matter what means you use, please check it for me. I want to know her past."

Through the phone, Qiao Nanchu could feel the low pressure over there.

It feels like eight years ago, when the Luo family’s child disappeared. Jiang Zhi was like this. He was so angry that no one could stop him. He went to the Luo family and set fire.

Qiao Nanchu felt something was wrong: "You give a reason."

There was silence on the phone.

"She is Zhou Xufang."

The smoke that Qiao Nanchu had just touched disappeared: "Jiang Zhi," he felt unbelievable, "You actually kept it from me for so long."

Jiang Zhi's reason is: "You are more or less a policeman."

"Still afraid that I won't catch her?"

He is noncommittal.

Qiao Nanchu cursed with a smile, and said: "She was active abroad before, so it's not easy to check, let me try."

"Thanks."

Jiang Zhi seldom thanked him so seriously.

Not for his wife.

Qiao Nanchu was funny: "What kind of girlfriend did you find?" Looking like a little girl who knows nothing about the world, she is still a frightening person. He has been investigating for a few years. The tail was not caught.

The shameless Jiang Zhi replied: "The best girlfriend in the world."

"roll."

Qiao Nanchu hung up the phone.

Over there, Jiang Zhi gently returned to the bedroom, lifted the quilt, and lay down, holding the girl next to her in her arms. She was sleeping unsteadily and frowned.

He bowed his head and kissed her eyebrows: "In the future, no one will bully you."

Those who have given her a hard time, wait, he will count all the money.