Chapter 231 Rescue the ruthless gangster 19
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Shan Bu Yu Shi Er
——"This is the life-saving jade pendant I have worn since I was a child. I even went to the most spiritual temple to have it blessed. If you wear it, you will be able to isolate yourself from many dangers."
Jinchen's words when he sent them over were still clearly imprinted in his mind.
He approached and wanted to reach out and pick it up, but he felt some subconscious resistance.
The jade pendant had a faint luster, and after looking at it for a long time, Meng Fuchi felt a little irritable.
He leaned against the table, his eyebrows lowered, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of Jinchen falling unconscious in his arms, and his heart ached.
But thinking that even if Jinchen had any objections, he couldn't break free and could only be locked in the room by himself, Meng Fuchi felt a lot more relaxed.
Only in this way is it good, only in this way, you don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to guess that person's young mind every day, maybe one day you will get tired of staying in the house.
With chaotic emotions welling up, Meng Fuchi pinched his brows and felt that time was almost up, so he contacted a private doctor to come to Jinchen's house to detoxify him.
After half an hour.
Jinchen's bedroom.
"The wound has been treated and all the toxins have been removed. After he wakes up, he will feel weak and have symptoms of weakness in his limbs. It will resolve on its own in about 5 hours."
The doctor pushed up his glasses, put away his medicine box, and looked at Meng Fuchi, who was silent.
"Boss, can I ask you a question?"
"ask."
"Isn't it rumored that you have a crush on this man and love him so much? Why would you poison him?"
The doctor was a little nervous, but remembering the bet between himself and Aqiang, he still held back and asked.
Meng Fuchi sat on the bedside, staring at the iron chains that locked Jinchen's limbs, and reached out to touch his brows.
"This way he won't be able to escape, isn't it good?"
I'm really worried about him running away.
The doctor nodded, already understanding.
"Has he ever expressed his intention to escape?"
"……No."
This question actually made Meng Fuchi pause, remembering the scene where Jinchen was in the Hall of Life and Death, repeating over and over again that he would not leave him.
"But he will leave eventually, right?"
No matter who it is, unless they can survive on their own, they will eventually leave.
Doctors have always known that Meng Fuchi had a mental illness, but he just pretended it too well and it would not affect his life, so he refused psychological counseling.
Maybe the recent events have made him feel insecure, and he attaches great importance to Jinchen, so it is possible that the shadow of his heart disease has been magnified.
He sighed and left without saying anything more, carrying the medicine box.
Heart ailments also need heart medicine, and maybe Jinchen is that medicine.
Meng Fuchi sat alone in the room for a long time, until dusk fell, and the setting sun poured into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating shadows.
After a long time, Jinchen woke up and his eyelashes trembled.
0731 immediately relayed to him the conversation between Meng Fuchi and the doctor when he was unconscious.
Jinchen's consciousness returned, and Youyou opened his eyes and found that his limbs were locked and unable to move.
He laughed helplessly, raised his eyes and met Meng Fuchi's paranoid and dark eyes, knowing that the dark energy had not been eliminated.
Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other.
In the end, it was Jinchen himself who broke the silence.
He coughed twice, his tone was weak, and the color in his face still did not return.
"Please give me some water."
Meng Fuchi noticed the unfamiliarity in his tone and frowned slightly. He wanted to say something, but he just stood up and poured a glass of water, held Jinchen's head and fed him to drink.
After drinking a glass, his dry throat was relieved a lot, and he was in the mood to think about what to do next.
"How long do you plan to lock me up?"
Jin Chen moved his wrist and tested the hardness of the chain to make sure it couldn't trap him before he felt relieved. However, due to circumstances, coquettishness had lost its effect on Meng Fuchi who was blinded by the black energy in his body.
"Aren't you going to leave and regret it now?"
When Meng Fuchi heard what he said, his tone suddenly became colder, and his phoenix eyes covered by gloom were filled with coldness as he stared at the young man on the bed.
"...this is different."
"What's different? After all, you still want to leave, right?"
His voice was low and hoarse. As he finished speaking, he leaned over and pinched Jin Chen's slightly raised neck, rubbing his Adam's apple with his fingertips, "You are still lying to me."
Jinchen's Adam's apple rolled, he took a deep breath, and finally looked at Meng Fuchi's appearance. The stars in his peach blossom eyes disappeared little by little, and finally he closed his eyes and turned his head.
A tear overflowed, streaked across his cheek, and fell into the pillow.
He actually chose to ignore himself.
Meng Fuchi was stunned, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he retracted his hand as if it was burned by fire. Uncontrollable panic appeared deep in his eyes, but with it came anger.
It's like a knife suddenly appears deep in my heart, constantly scratching the most sensitive and vulnerable places, which is extremely uncomfortable.
"Why, do you think you can escape without speaking?"
He suddenly exerted force and pinched Jinchen's chin, forcing him to turn his head, "Don't you like me? No matter what I become, you will like me. You slapped yourself in the face so quickly."
"……no."
Jinchen's voice trembled, "Brother Chi, you...let me go first and talk to you, okay?"
But the more tears he shed, the more emotions surged in Meng Fuchi's heart. His deep dark pupils turned slightly red, filled with unconcealable panic and stubbornness.
For a moment, he even had the idea of strangling Jinchen to death. Only in this way would he not have the chance to betray him and never leave.
He exerted force secretly, and the veins on his arms appeared one by one.
"Cough cough cough..."
Jin Chen opened his eyes in the pain of almost suffocating. His delicate cheeks became paler and paler, and turned red due to suffocation. His eyes were filled with tears, and his long eyelashes were moist.
"Brother Chi...ahem, are you going to kill me?"
His tone became weaker and weaker, as if he would faint in the next second, and his life was in Meng Fuchi's hands, as if he was on the verge of despair and had to please the believer who was the master of fate.
"Aren't you ignoring me?"
Meng Fuchi was in an inexplicably better mood, the corners of his lips curved in pleasure, the murderous intent in his eyes dissipated a bit, and the strength of his hands was no longer strong, and he relaxed a little.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough."
Jinchen's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he couldn't wait to breathe in the fresh air. With a fragile expression, he raised his head and rubbed his hand in a dependent manner, "I feel so uncomfortable...Brother Chi."
"Kiss me... please."
In Meng Fuchi's view, his surrender after being stubborn was a compromise, a sign of seeing the current situation clearly and understanding that without him, he would only die.
The arc of Meng Fuchi's smile rose a little more. His fingertips moved up and landed on his face. He leaned forward and kissed Jinchen's lips.
The sun sets and night falls.
There were no lights on in the bedroom, and it was dark. Only when the two of them got close could the expressions on each other's faces be seen.
It's now.
Jin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual energy accumulated in it was transferred to Meng Fuchi through their intertwined lips. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness invaded, completely grabbing the black energy that was constantly swimming in his consciousness and swallowing it up.
Jinchen's words when he sent them over were still clearly imprinted in his mind.
He approached and wanted to reach out and pick it up, but he felt some subconscious resistance.
The jade pendant had a faint luster, and after looking at it for a long time, Meng Fuchi felt a little irritable.
He leaned against the table, his eyebrows lowered, and he couldn't help but think of the scene of Jinchen falling unconscious in his arms, and his heart ached.
But thinking that even if Jinchen had any objections, he couldn't break free and could only be locked in the room by himself, Meng Fuchi felt a lot more relaxed.
Only in this way is it good, only in this way, you don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to guess that person's young mind every day, maybe one day you will get tired of staying in the house.
With chaotic emotions welling up, Meng Fuchi pinched his brows and felt that time was almost up, so he contacted a private doctor to come to Jinchen's house to detoxify him.
After half an hour.
Jinchen's bedroom.
"The wound has been treated and all the toxins have been removed. After he wakes up, he will feel weak and have symptoms of weakness in his limbs. It will resolve on its own in about 5 hours."
The doctor pushed up his glasses, put away his medicine box, and looked at Meng Fuchi, who was silent.
"Boss, can I ask you a question?"
"ask."
"Isn't it rumored that you have a crush on this man and love him so much? Why would you poison him?"
The doctor was a little nervous, but remembering the bet between himself and Aqiang, he still held back and asked.
Meng Fuchi sat on the bedside, staring at the iron chains that locked Jinchen's limbs, and reached out to touch his brows.
"This way he won't be able to escape, isn't it good?"
I'm really worried about him running away.
The doctor nodded, already understanding.
"Has he ever expressed his intention to escape?"
"……No."
This question actually made Meng Fuchi pause, remembering the scene where Jinchen was in the Hall of Life and Death, repeating over and over again that he would not leave him.
"But he will leave eventually, right?"
No matter who it is, unless they can survive on their own, they will eventually leave.
Doctors have always known that Meng Fuchi had a mental illness, but he just pretended it too well and it would not affect his life, so he refused psychological counseling.
Maybe the recent events have made him feel insecure, and he attaches great importance to Jinchen, so it is possible that the shadow of his heart disease has been magnified.
He sighed and left without saying anything more, carrying the medicine box.
Heart ailments also need heart medicine, and maybe Jinchen is that medicine.
Meng Fuchi sat alone in the room for a long time, until dusk fell, and the setting sun poured into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating shadows.
After a long time, Jinchen woke up and his eyelashes trembled.
0731 immediately relayed to him the conversation between Meng Fuchi and the doctor when he was unconscious.
Jinchen's consciousness returned, and Youyou opened his eyes and found that his limbs were locked and unable to move.
He laughed helplessly, raised his eyes and met Meng Fuchi's paranoid and dark eyes, knowing that the dark energy had not been eliminated.
Neither of them spoke, just looked at each other.
In the end, it was Jinchen himself who broke the silence.
He coughed twice, his tone was weak, and the color in his face still did not return.
"Please give me some water."
Meng Fuchi noticed the unfamiliarity in his tone and frowned slightly. He wanted to say something, but he just stood up and poured a glass of water, held Jinchen's head and fed him to drink.
After drinking a glass, his dry throat was relieved a lot, and he was in the mood to think about what to do next.
"How long do you plan to lock me up?"
Jin Chen moved his wrist and tested the hardness of the chain to make sure it couldn't trap him before he felt relieved. However, due to circumstances, coquettishness had lost its effect on Meng Fuchi who was blinded by the black energy in his body.
"Aren't you going to leave and regret it now?"
When Meng Fuchi heard what he said, his tone suddenly became colder, and his phoenix eyes covered by gloom were filled with coldness as he stared at the young man on the bed.
"...this is different."
"What's different? After all, you still want to leave, right?"
His voice was low and hoarse. As he finished speaking, he leaned over and pinched Jin Chen's slightly raised neck, rubbing his Adam's apple with his fingertips, "You are still lying to me."
Jinchen's Adam's apple rolled, he took a deep breath, and finally looked at Meng Fuchi's appearance. The stars in his peach blossom eyes disappeared little by little, and finally he closed his eyes and turned his head.
A tear overflowed, streaked across his cheek, and fell into the pillow.
He actually chose to ignore himself.
Meng Fuchi was stunned, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he retracted his hand as if it was burned by fire. Uncontrollable panic appeared deep in his eyes, but with it came anger.
It's like a knife suddenly appears deep in my heart, constantly scratching the most sensitive and vulnerable places, which is extremely uncomfortable.
"Why, do you think you can escape without speaking?"
He suddenly exerted force and pinched Jinchen's chin, forcing him to turn his head, "Don't you like me? No matter what I become, you will like me. You slapped yourself in the face so quickly."
"……no."
Jinchen's voice trembled, "Brother Chi, you...let me go first and talk to you, okay?"
But the more tears he shed, the more emotions surged in Meng Fuchi's heart. His deep dark pupils turned slightly red, filled with unconcealable panic and stubbornness.
For a moment, he even had the idea of strangling Jinchen to death. Only in this way would he not have the chance to betray him and never leave.
He exerted force secretly, and the veins on his arms appeared one by one.
"Cough cough cough..."
Jin Chen opened his eyes in the pain of almost suffocating. His delicate cheeks became paler and paler, and turned red due to suffocation. His eyes were filled with tears, and his long eyelashes were moist.
"Brother Chi...ahem, are you going to kill me?"
His tone became weaker and weaker, as if he would faint in the next second, and his life was in Meng Fuchi's hands, as if he was on the verge of despair and had to please the believer who was the master of fate.
"Aren't you ignoring me?"
Meng Fuchi was in an inexplicably better mood, the corners of his lips curved in pleasure, the murderous intent in his eyes dissipated a bit, and the strength of his hands was no longer strong, and he relaxed a little.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough."
Jinchen's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he couldn't wait to breathe in the fresh air. With a fragile expression, he raised his head and rubbed his hand in a dependent manner, "I feel so uncomfortable...Brother Chi."
"Kiss me... please."
In Meng Fuchi's view, his surrender after being stubborn was a compromise, a sign of seeing the current situation clearly and understanding that without him, he would only die.
The arc of Meng Fuchi's smile rose a little more. His fingertips moved up and landed on his face. He leaned forward and kissed Jinchen's lips.
The sun sets and night falls.
There were no lights on in the bedroom, and it was dark. Only when the two of them got close could the expressions on each other's faces be seen.
It's now.
Jin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual energy accumulated in it was transferred to Meng Fuchi through their intertwined lips. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness invaded, completely grabbing the black energy that was constantly swimming in his consciousness and swallowing it up.
