Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

After the operation, Zhan Dongdong was in a coma for eighteen hours.

Su Qinghou guarded for 18 hours: "Why is she still awake?"

The attending doctor replied tremblingly: "The patient has lost too much blood and his body is still very weak." The air pressure above his head has become heavier, and the attending doctor hastened to add, "But the patient is out of danger and should be able to soon—"

I said this three hours ago.

Su Qinghou interrupted: "Get out."

The attending doctor was so frightened that he quickly withdrew in despair.

At this time, the weak voice broke the tight atmosphere, somewhat funny, and complained: "Why are you so bad-tempered."

Su Qinghou looked at the woman who had opened her eyes on the hospital bed, her brows were loose, and her tone was as bad as ever: "Get me back."

The attending doctor froze: "..."

"She woke up." Su Qinghou said, "Come and check her."

The attending doctor wiped the sweat from his head, then turned back tremblingly.

Zhan Dongdong had three gunshot wounds on his body, but none of them were critical. The situation was not too bad. On the contrary, the gun that had been blocked by Su Qinghou in the laboratory opened the wound again, and the inflammation was very serious.

After the examination, the doctor re-prescribed the prescription and left with the nurse. Only the patient and the "patient's family" remained in the ward.

"Su Qinghou."

Not long after Zhan Dongdong took off his oxygen mask, he didn't have much energy to speak.

Su Qinghou stood by the bed with a bad face: "Didn't you hear the doctor?"

The doctor told her to talk less.

Zhan Dongdong stopped talking and stared at him.

His face was not good-looking, as if holding a fire, and his tone was very aggressive, but his usual moody and irritating appearance was different. He was really angry, and he was teaching her sentence after sentence.

"Did I ask you to kill Pang Xiao?"

"It's too long, right?"

"Who are you, who wants you to take care of me."

Zhan Dongdong remained silent, just staring at him intently.

Su Qinghou obviously likes to do it more than to start her mouth, but she lay here wounded, unable to fight, the fire in her heart could not be vented, and his brows were completely unhappy.

The more he trains, the worse his tone is: "Don't think that if you kill someone for me, I'll be grateful to you. Zhan Dongdong, you can figure it out. Su Qinghou has revenge, but I don't."

His cynicism was not like himself anymore.

"It's not a good thing anymore. I want to kill Pang Xiao easily. It's purely your nosy." His vicious eyes said, "If you dare to--"

Zhan Dongdong suddenly let out a cry.

Su Qinghou suddenly forgot what he was about to say, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhan Dongdong frowned and said softly: "The wound hurts."

She was enrolled in a teacher at the age of fifteen, and she has suffered countless injuries, but she has never called out pain.

Love is really unrecognizable.

Look, the first killer in the red triangle has learned to act like a baby. The killer removed the copper wall and iron wall, like a hedgehog pulling out a thorn.

Su Qinghou heard her yelling pain, and immediately reached out to press the pager on the hospital bed.

Zhan Dongdong grabbed his hand, and his bloodless face was pale and pale: "If you don't want to repay you, I just want to help you. Anything is fine."

Su Qinghou glanced at the hand holding his hand. The palm was full of calluses. Unlike a woman's hand, it was not soft at all. There was still a needle stuck in the back of her hand, because she was trying hard and there were traces of blood returning.

"let go."

She didn't let go, and her eyes were red without knowing why. She was showing her weakness, showing her weakness for the first time, cutting out her whole heart and showing it to him without any cover.

"I like you."

The blood flowed back down the infusion tube, and she choked and said, "Su Qinghou, I really like you."

Su Qinghou's whole body was frozen, and the woman's voice was all in his ears, like an awl, bumping over and knocking in.

She said, "I want to kiss you."

"I want to sleep with you."

"I want to give you a baby."

Su Qinghou's ears became redder and red, and the floating shadows in his eyes became more and more chaotic: "You--"

She doesn't care, she continues to talk about her, her tone is very stubborn and serious: "I want to kill for you."

"Want to stand by your side."

"I want to hit the red triangle and give it to you."

"I want to die with you in the future."

Zhan Dongdong didn't even know what kind of Ecstasy she had been given. She was so fascinated that she had never felt this way before and wanted to give him the most precious life.

She took his hand and pulled it hard.

She just woke up from the operation, but Su Qinghou still squatted down beside the bed.

She sat up and kissed him with red eyes.

He reached out and pushed--

"My wound hurts."

He was stunned, stiffened and put his hands down, letting her kiss her without skill.

At the door, a peeking Kun burst into a Chinese swear word: "Fuck!"

Ah King had an expression of "I knew it would be like this" on his face.

Ten minutes later, Su Qing Hou Shen came out without guard.

Ah King pretended to ask, "Master, are you hot?" His neck was red.

Su Qinghou tugged at the neckline, her Adam's apple rolled.

"Master, are you?" A Kun hesitated.

To be honest, after Zhan Dongdong appeared, Xiao Zhiye's temperament changed a lot, a little more humane, and not as perverse and violent as before.

Kun is not as afraid of him as before, so for the sake of idols, Kun boldly asked, "Do you like Zhan Dongdong?"

Su Qinghou kicked him directly, hard enough: "Go to Beidaowan."

Kun: "..."

Ow, my leg is breaking, grass! grass! grass!

Sorry, he was wrong and thought that this demon had become kind.

…………

This question asked by Kun did not get a positive answer, but the sharp-eyed King found out that Xiao Zhiye, who was beaten by Zhan Dongdong and fed his mouth, did not brush his teeth this time.

For the next half month, Zhan Dongdong recovered from his injuries in Pullman's hospital. Su Qinghou stayed in Xinyue Town for a week and Wanglili for a week. He shut down several underground casinos and burned several poppy fields.

In half a month, Zhan Dongdong is almost getting better, and the red triangle is almost unified. Everything is beautiful, but it is very depressing:

"Why is he so cruel?" Zhan Dongdong sighed quietly, "He didn't even come to see me."

In the complaint, there was a little daughter's tenderness.

The ghost machine couldn't stand it and got goose bumps: "It's not spring yet."

The shameless Zhan Dongdong: "Is my Sichun expression so obvious?"

Gee tee.

Ghost machine suspected that this guy had been replaced with a core, and threw the peeled apple peel on her body: "Wipe your saliva."

Zhan Dongdong wiped his mouth and reached out to pick up the apple.

The ghost machine took a bite: "I didn't cut it for you."

She stared dead.

Okay, reward her. The ghost machine cut a small piece for her, wearing a tender green shirt, with very short hair and glamorous eyes, like a **** rolling in the dust: "You really want a golden basin to wash your hands?"

Zhan Dongdong chewed the apple: "Yeah."

"The money is not fragrant? The car is not fragrant?"

She began to shame again: "No Su Qing and Hou Xiang."

The ghost machine moved the chair away from her: "Don't disgust your brother."

Zhan Dongdong realized that his right leg was not strong: "What happened to your leg?"

Someone didn't change his face: "I'm getting old, and I played with a few women at once yesterday, imagining my brother."

"..."

As for a few women at a time, Zhan Dongdong didn't ask: "Peel me an orange."

The ghost machine scolded her while peeling the orange.

When Su Qinghou arrived at the door, Zhan Dongdong was going to grab the orange from the ghost machine with a smile. He didn't go in and turned his head and left.

Ah King glanced at the ward from the small window, "Master, don't you look at her?"

Su Qinghou rudely tore off his tie and threw it in the trash can: "When did Lao Tzu say that I came to see her?"

Lao Tzu?

Got, got angry.

The outside of the ward was full of bodyguards. Zhan Dongdong didn't have to worry about safety. At 11 o'clock in the evening, she took the medicine and slept soundly.

A figure approached, she didn't know it.

This figure was Su Qinghou. He grabbed a handful of orange peels thrown on the table and threw them directly on Zhan Dongdong's head, and then threw all the remaining oranges and apples into the trash can.

King who has witnessed all this: "..."

Hey, naive man.

In fact, Su Qinghou came to the hospital four times in the past two weeks, all at night, after Zhan Dongdong fell asleep. Did you come to see Zhan Dongdong? God knows the earth, and King knows it.

Another week passed, and it was early autumn. The maple leaves on Chinese Street fell to the ground, and the wind blew and rustled.

"Master, Zhan Dongdong was discharged from the hospital today."

Su Qinghou was looking at the file without looking up: "Yes."

Ah King weighed in and asked, "Are you going?"

"Not going."

Three hours later-

Su Qinghou glanced at the empty ward: "What about people?"

King is not sure, guessing: "She's gone?"

Su Qinghou said coldly: "You didn't tell her that I will come?"

Ah King felt wronged: "Didn't you say it?"

He also asked on the way, Xiao Zhiye said that he was passing by, and he asked again when he reached the entrance of the hospital. Xiao Zhiye said that he was on fire, and he came to register, but he didn't say he was here to pick up people.

That's good, miss it.

"Where did she go?" Su Qinghou asked the nurse.

The nurse shook her head, not daring to look at him directly: "A man came to pick him up, and didn't say where to go."

Su Qinghou's face was completely dark.

"Master, are you still registered?" Ah King asked carefully, "Aren't you getting angry?" The master is here to register, and the master is getting angry. The master is definitely not here to pick up Zhan Dongdong, and the master is definitely not jealous.

It's getting angry.

Su Qinghou kicked on the door of the ward.

In the end, he registered, and Su Qinghou severely humiliated the doctor before leaving the hospital. As soon as he got into the car, he received a text message.

Unfamiliar number, three words.

"wait for me."

This tone turned to ashes, he knew who it was, and he didn't reply, so he smashed the phone.

OK, waiting for you.

I'll kill you next time!

…………

This wait lasted just one week. Su Qinghou didn't wait for Zhan Dongdong, but waited for the news of the death of three knives.

Su Qinghou's eyelids were drooping, and his mood was unclear: "Where is the body?"

Ah King's expression was solemn: "Crescent Moon Town."

"Who did it?"

"Pang Xiao's remnant party."

After that, there was silence.

Like this rainy autumn, the entire office is filled with a thick layer of gloom. After a while, Su Qinghou got up and went out.

You must see the corpse even if you die.

The white Volvo stopped downstairs, Su Qinghou ignored it and drove by himself, and King quickly followed. Su Qinghou sat in the driver's seat, and as soon as he opened fire, the phone rang. He glanced at the number and immediately tapped to answer, his fingers trembling unconsciously.

"Su Qinghou."

really.

How could that brave guy die so easily.

She smiled and said, "How do you drive my car?"

The white Volvo is hers, and was snatched by Su Qinghou last time.

She said triumphantly: "Only my boyfriend can drive my car."

Su Qinghou got out of the car and it was drizzling. He didn't hold an umbrella, his eyes were looking everywhere. After a while, the mist became wet and his eyes: "Where are you?"

Zhan Dongdong said: "You look back."

Su Qinghou turned his head and saw her, a red windbreaker, a black umbrella, and the woman under the umbrella laughing at Yan Yan.

He knew that this woman had a hard life and wouldn't die so easily. He knew that she was cunning and always cheated him, so he almost believed it.

He walked over, his eyes full of anger: "You play me, right." It's always like that, come when you say it, and leave when you say it.

Zhan Dongdong stood on tiptoe, raised the umbrella on top of his head, his sleeves slipped, and new scars were added to her thin wrists. She smiled: "I will never go again. The Red Triangle has no three knives. I have nowhere to go, do you want to take me in?"

There are no more killers with three knives in the world, only Su Qinghou's friend shows off.

She lied to death, Jinpen washed her hands, cut off all the way back, and then came to him alone.

Su Qinghou pulled her over, and the black umbrella fell on the ground. He lowered his head and bit her lip without any tenderness. Then he pushed her away, picked up the umbrella, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Get out of here, or I will see you once and I will kill you once!"