"It's me." A deep voice rang outside the door. The two sisters breathed a sigh of relief and stood up at the same time and walked towards the door. After taking two steps, Guo Shasha subconsciously stopped and sat back on the sofa.
His expression was sad.
Jasmine didn't notice the change in Guo Shasha's expression, and directly opened the door and welcomed Zhou Fuhai in, with a flowery smile and a charming smile.
"Is that person awake?" Zhou Fuhai closed the door calmly and looked inside the corridor before entering.
"Not yet, you won't die here, right?" Jasmine took advantage of this frightened moment to grab Zhou Fuhai's arm and press it tightly against his body. She was so small that Jia Biyu completely ignored Guo Shasha, who had a livid face.
"Take me to see it."
Jasmine took Zhou Fuhai to the room where the man was. The man lying on the bed looked pale, but luckily he was breathing evenly and he didn't look like he was dying.
"It should be fine. He won't die." Zhou Fuhai also felt relieved, looking at the white gauze wrapped around his chest and sighing. The two people came out, Zhou Fuhai did not leave in a hurry, and sat on the sofa, with Jasmine on the left and Guo Shasha on the right. "He gave
Did you call?"
After the awkward atmosphere ended, Guo Shasha asked, "No, did you get beaten?"
Zhou Fuhai casually held a cigarette in his mouth and looked forward, thoughtfully. "No."
Guo Shasha was a little sad. Zhou Fuhai took two puffs of cigarette and said nothing. Jasmine lay down on the left side and put her head on Zhou Fuhai's lap. She raised her head and looked at him with blurred eyes.
"There is one more leg." Zhou Fuhai smiled and patted his right leg. Guo Shasha hesitated for a while, then lay down in the same position as Jasmine, with tears streaming down her face. There were two women lying on Zhou Fuhai's left and right legs.
His heart is surging, but he doesn't think about anything else. There is a kind of momentum in a man that women can rely on.
Guo Shasha, who had cried, also raised her head and looked at Zhou Fuhai in the same posture as Jasmine, but her eyes were more complicated. I don't know how long it took, the man in the room coughed twice, and the two girls subconsciously followed
Zhou Fuhai sat up in his arms.
After the three people entered the house, the man opened his eyes slightly. When he saw Zhou Fuhai, he was slightly startled, and then he wanted to sit up alertly.
"No one can save you if you move again." Zhou Fuhai said coldly: "You're not dead yet."
"You, how could you, I, where is this?" The man was a little incoherent. He didn't know if he was frightened by Zhou Fuhai.
"I brought you here." Zhou Fuhai sat beside the bed: "I gave you my woman's bed, do you think I will hurt you again?"
"What do you mean?" The man was even more confused. He didn't know what kind of medicine Zhou Fuhai was selling in this gourd. In his memory, it was clearly the man in front of him who stabbed him. How could he save himself? Absolutely.
impossible.
"It's up to you. If it weren't for me, you would have died by the river." Zhou Fuhai told him what he had done.
It turned out that the knife did not pierce his heart, but pierced him less than two centimeters below his heart. In order to cover up, Zhou Fuhai pushed him directly into the river. In the eyes of outsiders, he would definitely die, but Zhou Fuhai knew the appropriateness of his attack.
, so after Tian Feng and others left, Zhou Fuhai went back and rescued the unconscious man. Therefore, there were blood stains on the back seat of Lu Ping's car.
After listening to this, the man suddenly had a dream. Indeed, if Zhou Fuhai really wanted to kill himself, how could he survive until now?
"You, why did you save me? You shouldn't be so kind for no reason." The man bit his lip.
"It's very simple. I only need you to answer me one thing. From now on, we will not owe each other anything." Zhou Fuhai smiled slightly and looked at the man's wound: "I can't help but add icing on the cake and add insult to injury. If I don't say anything,
, you know the consequences."
The nearly two-meter-two-hundred-pound man suddenly trembled, looked at Zhou Fuhai in horror, and said, "What do you want to do?"
"I want you to be good." Zhou Fuhai sneered and took out a sharp knife from his arms: "I can throw you into the river the first time, so I'm not afraid of throwing you into the river the second time."
"You, what do you want?" The man compromised. Looking at the shining knife, he felt that life was so precious.
