Chapter 103 [I Said You Are Not]

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Qiangwei has closed her eyes and ignored all this. Although she is facing the man she is closest to, she is still relatively conservative in this regard, even if she is enchanting, it is only to make men more happy.

At this moment, above the abdomen of Qiangwei and below her genitals, it was wrapped in white cloth strips. You could smell the scent emanating from that place, and the scent of the human body mixed with Qiangwei was especially refreshing.

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes, and cut out the small scissors made by netg from the netg's head cabinet, facing the wrapping cloth. The strip of cloth was not too tight, and after being cut, it gradually fell onto the netg, revealing Qiangwei's skin.

"Husband, what are you doing?" Qiangwei felt abnormal and asked strangely after seeing this scene.

Yang Chen didn't answer, he cut open all the wrapped strips of cloth, carefully removed it, and found the gunshot wound of Rose inside.

Although there was some pain, Qiangwei didn't care much, she just saw her ugly bloody wound being seen by Yang Chen, she looked at Yang Chen very sadly, worried that Yang Chen would not like to create gods, after all, no one would hope I have a hole in my body.

In fact, the injury is not so serious for Qiangwei, but if the gunshot wound left a scar on her abdomen, it would be the most difficult thing for a young nv person who was born with a beautiful body and loves beauty. accepted.

Yang Chen looked at the bright red in front of him, looked at Qiangwei with pity, and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm not a little white face that can't see blood, a gunshot wound is like a soldier's medal in my eyes, I only like to create gods. , won't hate it."

"But I don't like to create gods." Qiangwei whispered, don't go too far.

Yang Chen smiled, suddenly raised the scissors in his hand, and cut them towards the tip of the index finger of his other hand!

After cutting the cortex of her index finger without hesitation, Yin Hong's blood flowed out from Yang Chen's fingertip and dripped onto Qiangwei's wound...

Qiangwei felt that there was a cool liquid at the location of her wound, she turned her head suspiciously, and her beautiful eyes were suddenly full of shock!

"Husband you..."

"Don't talk! Don't move! No matter what you see or feel, don't move!" Yang Chen drank Qiangwei seriously.

Seeing the serious expression on Yang Chen's face, Qiangwei didn't dare to say more, she saw the blood between Yang Chen keep pouring out and dripping onto her wound.

Soon, Qiangwei felt the slightest tingling of oxygen coming from her wound. It was an inexplicable special feeling. The holy king of martial arts created the holy king to kill the gods at night. The strongest abandoned young Dazhou royal family will kill the throne of the gods and gods at night, and ask for the throne of the gods and gods. The strongest abandon the young Dazhou royal family. It was as if some force was pulling on his body, but he was not under his control at all, and the original pain around the wound gradually disappeared, all transformed It was weirdly flaky and warm.

But the next picture made Rose unimaginable...

Yang Chen had just cut open the wound on his fingertip that lasted for a few seconds, but it was actually scabbing up with the speed visible to his eyes, and he repaired the bleeding wound by himself!

Yang Chen frowned, picked up the scissors again, and cut open the scar that was just formed, allowing the blood to drip down again. That finger didn't seem to belong to him at all, showing no mercy.

In this way, Yang Chen's fingers kept scabbing and repairing, and he kept cutting them open by himself, so that the blood could continue to drip.

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Qiangwei finally understood what "feeling" Yang Chen was talking about. It was indeed unbearable, but it wasn't because her body felt itchy and unbearable, but when she saw that Yang Chen kept cutting her fingertips with cold scissors. , let the blood flow, connect the fingers to the heart! Qiangwei felt that the scissors were clearly stabbing her heart!

But seeing Yang Chen's concentration on dripping his own blood into his wound, Qiangwei didn't dare to move, she just felt that the tears she had just stopped poured into her eyes again.

The tears that had not been shed in the past twenty years of life seemed to be made up in this morning.

He is constantly self-harming, using his own blood to "heal" himself?

About seven or eight minutes later, Yang Chen's fingers recovered by themselves, and Yang Chen saw that the blood in Qiangwei's wound was almost the same, so he put down the scissors, and after briefly wiping his fingers with a tissue, the fingers seemed to have nothing at all. Wound.

Qiangwei lay blankly on the net and looked at Yang Chen. She didn't know when to start her beautiful goose egg face. She had recovered a bit of blood, and her lustrous face was very soft and charming.

"Okay, take a rest for ten minutes, and it should be almost all right." Yang Chen said with a smile.

Qiangwei seemed to finally come to her senses. After hesitating for a while, she asked, "Why is this happening... I was seriously injured just now, but now I feel that the wound is healed..."

"Don't think too much, just treat my blood as the most advanced healing effect."

"But……"

"Don't be," Yang Chen looked unusually calm, his eyes wandering slightly, "I don't want to be seen as a monster, so don't ask me more about this, okay?"

Seeing the trace of sadness on Yang Chen's face, Qiangwei immediately stopped her questioning, she had never seen Yang Chen express such deep sadness, what kind of secret is this man's body hiding? What kind of past is he tormented by?

Behind his seemingly infinite power, what kind of gloomy world is it?

"You're not a monster..." Qiangwei said firmly.

"If you are injured, you can recover immediately. Even if you fall from a ten-story building, you will be unharmed. This is not a monster... I don't believe it myself..."

"I said you're not, you're not!" Qiangwei stretched out a warm hand and pressed it on the back of Yang Chen's hand, she said coquettishly and stubbornly.

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, "But some people don't think so."

"Then I'll be a monster with you."

"fool……"

The warm and sweet quiet time always seems to be very fast. After kissing me and me for a while in the bedroom with Qiangwei, there is a knock on mén outside.

Except for the few confidants that Qiangwei values ​​most, no one dares to knock on this mén.

"Come in." Rose said lazily.

It was Xiao Zhao who carefully pushed away mén. The round-faced young man had a deep look before entering mén and frowned, but when he came in, he saw that Qiangwei was sitting upright on the netg, wearing clean white pajamas. There was no sign of sickness, and he was smiling at himself. He wondered if he was looking at Hua!

"Big sister...you...how are you..." Xiao Zhao stammered.

"Why, my body is recovering quickly, are you not happy?"

"No no no..." Xiao Zhao quickly waved his hand vigorously, he really couldn't figure out why he had just been treated for the gunshot wound, why did Rose fall asleep suddenly as if nothing happened, looked at Yang Chen who was yawning beside him, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but guess if it was a miracle brought about by this amazing man... However, Yang Chen is not a doctor, let alone Dora Meng, how can Qiangwei get better immediately?

But no matter what, Qiangwei's miraculous recovery made Xiao Zhao smile, and he suddenly regained his backbone.

"Big sister, fortunately you woke up, otherwise we really don't know what to do next, someone will come to see you in our bar." Xiao Zhao said.

"Who?"

"Yes...it's your father, President Situ of the Western Alliance Association. He also brought many leaders of the Western Alliance Association and said that he was coming to visit the elder sister's injury." Xiao Zhao said carefully.

In Qiangwei's eyes, there was an unnoticeable gleam, and she glanced at Yang Chen, who was on the side. Yang Chen held an indifferent look, Qiangwei nodded, and said knowingly: "Little Zhao, go out first, treat yourself well, let the brothers. No hands and feet, let alone arguing with your husband. When I take a shower, I'll go out."

"Okay eldest sister..." Xiao Zhao hesitated, but still asked with concern: "But eldest sister, are you really okay?"

"You'll find out later."

After Xiao Zhao went out, Qiangwei looked shyly at Yang Chen, "Husband, go out first, I want to take a shower."

"I'll help you." Yang Chen was serious.

Qiangwei rolled her eyes, obviously she was immune to Yang Chen's rogue appearance.

Seeing that there was no sweetness to taste, Yang Chen had to pat his butt and reluctantly walked out of the bedroom and walked towards the bar lobby.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I felt that the atmosphere in the entire bar was oppressive and breathless. At this time, a lot of people were sitting in the bar, and the crowd was crowded. Yin laughed again and again.

On the side of the bar are Xiao Zhao and several other young main characters of the Red King Club. After all, the Red King Club was only established not long ago. Although the momentum has grown rapidly, most of them are composed of young people. The club's striker appears to be more than brave and lacks experience.

On the other hand, the people from the Ximeng Club were brought by Qiangwei's father, Situ Mingze.

Situ Mingze's facial features are not like that of Qiangwei's father, but he is equally handsome, wearing a Givenchy shirt with a white background and a Rolex silver collection watch in his hand, which looks like an ordinary urban middle-aged gold collar. In the same way, the temperament is not like a gangster boss at all.

At this moment, Situ Mingze was sitting on a piece of black sand, holding Erlang's tuǐ, holding a purple sand teapot in his hand, sipping tea sip by sip, leisurely.

And beside Situ Mingze, there were also several big bosses in different costumes. Yang Chen was a little surprised that Zhang Hu, who he was familiar with, was actually sitting next to Situ Mingze, when he saw Yang Chen come out , and there was no response, as if he didn't know him at all.

The younger brothers on both sides were arguing with each other, but several of the leaders of the Western Alliance Club were casual, chatting quietly, and didn’t take it all seriously. There is still a huge gap between these "children" of the Hongjing Club.

Yang Chen has only seen Situ Mingze in photos before. This is the first time he has seen a real person. Speaking of which, this well-kept man is still his "father-in-law". Unfortunately, Qiangwei turned his face against him. , I should save my heart as my "nv-in-law".

"Xiao Zhao, why are you sitting there staring blankly, come over here and make me a bloody Mary." Yang Chen hooked at the little leopard-like Xiao Zhao, he didn't want to follow this group of people with a ridiculous aura, Or drink some wine and wait for the rose to come out.

Although Xiao Zhao felt that this scene was a bit embarrassing, Yang Chen didn't dare not to go when he summoned him, he immediately got down from his seat and gave Yang Chen a bartender with a smile.

This scene made everyone in the tense bar hall look at Yang Chen with strange eyes.

Among the few sitting Ximenghui bosses, one was the youngest man with a thin face, who was holding a pipe and raised his eyebrows. He took down his pipe and pointed at Yang Chen, then asked with a smile, "You kid, that's the one A little white face raised by a slut?"