Love You To The Bones

Fang Yanrong trembled uncontrollably in her voice and burst into tears. "Brother Zichuan, I love you. I love you! You can't... You can't treat me so cruelly."

She knew in her heart that Shen Zichuan had no feelings for her and even hated her deeply, but she never thought that he should despise her so much.

Probably, in his heart, she is like a bag of worthless garbage, which is not worth mentioning at all.

For Fang Yanrong, Shen Zichuan is like the most incisive scar in her life, engraved in the threads of her heart and lingering.

She tried her best to get his people and his love. In the end, she was empty handed and cheap. Fang Xiaoran was the dead bitch.

"Don't mention the word love to me, you don't deserve it!"

Shen Zichuan had long been tired of the woman's hypocritical tears and grievances. He casually hooked his thin lips and filled the bottom of his eyes with broken ice. "Say, who's the gold owner behind you? Who are you working for?"

Fang Yanrong suddenly changed her face and understood that she had only such a little value for him.

She immediately died, and even her tears stopped. She clenched the handle of the fruit knife with both hands and refused to let go easily. "Brother Zichuan, it's easy to know the gold Lord behind me. As long as you are willing to accept me and love me, when I marry you, won't all this be natural and transparent?"

Even if her heart died, Fang Yanrong still had a faint hope for the man she loved and hated.

Both men and women generally have such a strange psychology. The more things or feelings they can't get, the more they want to get their hands. No matter how much they need to pay, they even lose their lives and get bloody. They are not willing to go astray and step into another new road.

Perhaps, what you can't get is the most attractive!

Fang Yanrong's delusional attitude made Shen Zichuan hate to the end, and her expression became more and more indifferent. She stared at her with cold eyes.

The man pulled his lips, sneered coldly, and his voice was covered with ice. "I feel sick with an unscrupulous woman like you."

That glance was enough to make Fang Yanrong's hair stand on end.

She knew that the man's patience had been almost consumed. If she didn't reveal another word, he would not give her a chance and directly unilaterally sentence her to death.

The man was cruel enough to her, but he didn't care about the friendship between them for nearly ten years.

Fang Yanrong ran quickly in her mind and carefully planned how to use the little information she only knew to get more benefits and benefits from him.

At least, it's worth saving her life!

So she stood up slowly, wiped away the tears on her face, took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. "Brother Zichuan, I don't know much. I can tell you what I know, but I also hope you can show mercy to me! My parents are dead, and I'm the only one left in the Fang family. I don't want to die."

Shen Zichuan readily agreed to such a small request. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a residual arc of tolerance.

Fang Yanrong doesn't want to die. It's called purgatory if she lives worse than death.

Soon, after she extracted bone marrow for bao'er and was sent to prison again, she will wake up to this.

With Shen Zichuan's promise, Fang Yanrong threw away the fruit knife in her hand. The whole person seemed to have unloaded the golden burden and collapsed on the floor, hating and unwilling.

But no longer willing, she can only ask Shen Zichuan to spare her life. She can't ask for anything else, nor dare she.

She knows where his bottom line is!

"I've never seen that man before, because every time he needs me, he is arranged in a closed and dark room. But I can judge from his skin and physical strength that he is about 50 years old. There was another time when I was vaguely conscious, I occasionally heard someone call him boss Xiao... That's all I know."

The general trend is gone. Fang Yanrong has no courage to hide and spit out what she knows and doesn't know.

Shen Zichuan's face was expressionless. He glanced at her indifferently and knew that she had nothing to confide. He put his hands on the left and right wheels of the wheelchair, made a slight effort and turned around coldly and left.

As soon as he moved to the door, he bumped into song Zijian. The silly fork held a anesthesia gun high in his hand and shouted loudly, "brother Zichuan, ow, it took me nine cattle and two tigers to find such a thing. Tell me who you want to shoot. I promise I won't miss a shot. Shoot that person to heaven!"

Shen Zichuan glanced and saw that the silly fork was inseparable from the word "shooting". It was estimated that when he went to get the hemp drunk gun, he went to Li Miaomiao's nurse station to wipe the gun and light the fire, raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and snorted impatiently, "you're late. I've done it all."

"Sleeping trough, how did you deal with the green tea bitch? Just for a little time, did you fuck her?"

Song Zijian came over and smelled everywhere on Shen Zichuan, "shit, I didn't smell coquettish."

"Roll the calf!"

Shen Zichuan's face was dark and ignored Sao Langjian, surnamed song. He pushed the wheelchair to Xiao Jingcheng, who looked unhappy. He said coldly, "over there, the doctor has given her a comprehensive examination. The bone marrow transplantation operation is scheduled for three days. You keep her for these three days and don't make any mistakes."

Xiao Jingcheng's face turned white and white when he was stabbed by the man's last sentence. He cursed bitterly, frowned and vomited smoke, humming, "that's an accident. There will never be another time."

Early in the morning, he was afraid that Fang Yanrong would starve to death. He could not find a suitable person to treat bao'er's life in a short time. At 7:30 in the morning, he arranged a little nurse to go in and feed Fang Yanrong. As a result, the bitch didn't know how to do it. He knocked the little nurse unconscious. Then he didn't know where to touch a scalpel from the sick room and threatened him with her cheap life, Forcing him to call Shen Zichuan, she must meet Shen Zichuan, otherwise she would rather commit suicide and drag bao'er to die together——

He didn't have the face to inform Shen Zichuan and Fang Xiaoran directly, so he told song Zijian to inform Shen Zichuan again.

Shit, his fame was easily destroyed by the green tea bitch.

Before leaving, Shen Zichuan's words made Xiao Jingcheng's mood fall directly to the bottom of the valley.

He said, "Fang Yanrong revealed a little information. The leader behind her is an old man of about 50, surnamed Xiao. President Xiao, personally, I suggest you send someone to check your father."

What the hell?

Didn't his father die long ago?

How could he come back from the dead and become a drug lord in the golden triangle, setting off countless waves.

But thinking of the black bat jade lying in his father's safe, Xiao Jingcheng looked serious slowly.

There is a hunch in my heart that what Shen Zichuan guessed may be true.

On the other side, Shen Zichuan and song Zijian parted ways on the way, got out of the elevator, slowly pushed the wheelchair and walked towards bao'er's intensive care unit.

When she was about to arrive at the door, she caught a glimpse of Fang Xiaoran changing into a loose Brown pregnant woman's skirt. She was tied with a belt of the same color around her waist. It not only showed that she was still slender and beautiful, but also did not strangle the child in her stomach. Her waist was thin and her butt was big. How beautiful she looked.

But who is the mature man standing opposite her in a medical white coat?

Shen Zichuan's face sank. He immediately increased the strength of his men, pushed the wheelchair up, and rushed forward towards Fang Xiaoran.