Love You To The Bones

"What... What, you said Fang Xiaoran eloped with Xiao Jingcheng? How could it be?"

Song Zijian seemed to be stung by a sharp steel needle. He almost jumped up from the sofa and pointed to the man sitting in the corner. His face was very gloomy and hard to see the extreme. His face was unbelievable, "Fang Xiaoran loves you to death. She is not a kind of debauchery woman who steps on two boats. She has a strong character and is very principled. Besides, over the years, Xiao Jingcheng often surrounds her like a bee wrapped around flowers, and she has not seen a substantive relationship with Xiao Jingcheng. Brother Zichuan, have you misunderstood her?"

"Misunderstanding?"

Shen Zichuan clenched the wine cup in his hand. Too hard, the green veins on the back of his hand burst, ferocious and terrible.

The man's cold eyes flashed, slowly hooked his lips, showing a bloodthirsty smile, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"What you see with your own eyes may not be true."

Ji Mu raised his dark eyebrows. He didn't say many words, but he had a lot of weight.

He often performs many difficult and dangerous tasks and understands that everything needs substantive evidence to be judged, especially the relationship between men and women. It is easy to catch the wind and shadow. Unless he is caught in bed, it is difficult to determine whether there is an affair.

"Xiaojizi is right! You must have bad eyes. There's something wrong and you don't see the truth."

Song Zijian drank a mouthful of bright red wine, caught off guard and bumped into Shen Zichuan's cold eyes, smiled unnaturally, and his body was stiff, "Brother Zichuan, I have a strong intuition. Fang Xiaoran will never get together with Xiao Jingcheng behind your back! If I say, I'd rather believe that the sow will go up the tree than Fang Xiaoran will betray you."

The so-called fans in the game are talking about the current situation of Shen Zichuan.

As a bystander, song Zijian can see clearly that Chu Mingming is white. Fang Xiaoran is very concerned about Shen Zichuan from head to toe, from inside to outside. Even if he often faces Shen Zichuan's ice face, he is not discouraged. The cliff is a proper love!

If there is such a woman who loves him foolishly, there is no need to say more nonsense. It hurts to marry home and be a sweetheart!

"Brother Zichuan, you just don't know your happiness. As a happy man with a wife, you will never understand the sadness of single dogs like me and xiaojizi."

Song Zijian smacked it and smashed it a few times, deeply falling into the sadness and melancholy of the egg.

Shen Zichuan sat alone on the sofa, frowned and drooped his eyes. He drank up a bottle of whisky and a bottle of Bacardi unconsciously. When he reached out to get the wine from Ji muyuan, he was stopped by the other party.

Ji muyuan's wheat colored resolute face showed a trace of anxiety, "Zichuan, drink less! Drinking can only make your stomach bleed and send you to the hospital for rescue, which can't solve the problem."

"Shen Bai is looking for her for me without sleep. Up to now, there is no accurate letter. She is determined to leave me!"

Shen Zichuan frowned and pushed Ji muyuan's arm away. He picked up a bottle of foreign wine with a slightly lower concentration. Instead of pouring it into the wine cup this time, he directly raised his chin and poured the whole bottle of fiery liquor into his stomach.

The empty stomach without eating any food is subjected to great stimulation, instant contraction and spasm, and bursts of piercing pain diffuse from the stomach to the whole body. Pain is the only feeling.

Shen Zichuan endured his stomachache, threw the empty bottle on the tea table without expression, pressed the sore temple with one hand, stood up from the sofa, walked to the French window, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called Shen Bai, "did you find it?"

Shen Bai on the other end of the phone was trembling, "Mr. Shen, hold... Sorry, not yet."

"I'll give you two more hours, but I can't find out. Pack up for me tomorrow and go away!"

At the moment of the outbreak of anger, the stomach pain that aroused the pain was more unbearable. Shen Zichuan's body suddenly shook and coughed violently. Song Zijian handed over a paper towel behind him. The man took it in his hand and wiped his mouth gracefully. He was surprised to find that he coughed up blood just now. The bright red blood was stained on the white paper towel, which was shocking red.

"I'll go. Brother Zichuan, you've coughed up blood. Go to the hospital first. Xiaojizi and I will take you there! Don't delay. We'll have a chance to find Fang Xiaoran when we have life. Let's go."

A stubborn man couldn't drag and drag, and couldn't drag away. Song Zijian was speechless. He broke down a handsome face and almost begged, "brother Zichuan, why don't we go to the hospital first?"

How to persuade is useless. Once this man is stubborn, he is more terrible than a wild rhinoceros.

Ji muyuan walked over calmly and steadily, "Zichuan, if you want to give Fang Xiaoran to Xiao Jingcheng, you can make it!"

A sentence with full lethality is equivalent to song Zijian's 100 wordy words.

Shen Zichuan's face was so blue that he immediately turned around and walked outside the box. His slow and heavy footsteps wrapped a melancholy spirit and generated the wind step by step.

Song Zijian leaned over, picked up his thumb and gave Ji muyuan a great appreciation, "Xiao Jizi, you are really good. On the skill of persuading Zichuan, I only serve you!"

"If you use your Kung Fu in studying women to temper your brain, you won't be as weak as you are now!"

Ji muyuan picked his eyebrows and scanned song Zijian's eyes. It's rare to have a poisonous tongue.

Who the hell did he offend?

Song Zijian wanted to cry without tears. He was hit with a loveless face. He followed Ji muyuan and walked out of the box.

Under the personal arrangement of song Zijian, the municipal hospital prepared the most luxurious medical team to do a detailed physical examination for Shen Zichuan.

Seeing that Shen Zichuan was swept from head to toe and even every hair by various instruments, song Zijian was overjoyed to hide.

Killing him would never admit that the purpose of tossing Shen Zichuan was just to satisfy his evil taste.

Stomach pain, in fact, only need to do a gastroscope on OK.

The man who was tossed had a hidden evil in his eyebrows and eyes, slightly raised his head, closed his long and narrow eyes, and his face was expressionless. Only his cold thin lips closed into a sharp straight line like a blade, which seemed more inhumane.

Damn it, he's lying in the hospital with a stomachache. He can't let Fang Xiaoran go.

He is a career oriented person. He is busy and forgets to eat and forget everything. For a long time, there is no doubt that he has suffered from chronic gastritis and intermittent pain, which lasted until four years ago after graduating from university.

After marriage, under the careful care of Fang Xiaoran, his gastritis never happened again until this time

After the examination, song Zijian and Ji muyuan helped Shen Zichuan out of the CT room from left to right, and shook a large bag of medicine box in front of the man. "Brother Zichuan, I asked the doctor, this is a lot of old stomach disease every year, and you need long-term careful care to break the root. Remember to take medicine at home, three times a day, four pills at a time."

Shen Zichuan paused, but he didn't speak again.

Even without saying a word, the burning sensation rising from the stomach made the dry throat burn and tingle. Gradually, a thin layer of sweat came out on the forehead, shortness of breath, and the state looked a little bad.

But he doesn't want to stay in the hospital for treatment. No one can help him.

But Ji muyuan understood Shen Zichuan's mind and blurted out, "this disease is threatening. It must be because Fang Xiaoran is not here."

When the man was stiff and was about to speak, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang loudly.

Effortlessly felt out the mobile phone and looked at the flashing word "Shen Bai" on the screen. Suddenly, Shen Zichuan's arm was too heavy to lift to his ear. He closed his eyes deeply, opened it again, and pressed the answer button.