Chapter 103 I said you are not

Qiangwei had closed her eyes and ignored all this. Although she was facing her closest man, she was still relatively conservative in this regard. Even her charming side was just to make the man more happy.

At this moment, above Rose's abdomen and below the chest, it was wrapped in white cloth strips. You could smell the smell of Chinese medicine from that place, confusing the charming body fragrance of Rose, which was particularly refreshing.

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes, picked up a pair of exquisite small scissors from the drawer of the bedside table, and cut it down on the bandage cloth.

The cloth strip was not too tight, and it gradually fell onto the bed after being cut, revealing the rose skin.

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

Yang Chen didn't say anything. After cutting all the strips of cloth wrapped around, he carefully took them off, revealing the gunshot wounds of the rose inside.

Although it was a little painful, Qiangwei didn't care much. She just saw her ugly bloody wound being seen by Yang Chen. She looked at Yang Chen sadly, worried that Yang Chen would not like it. After all, no one would want a hole in her woman.

In fact, injury is not a serious matter for Rose, but if the gunshot wound leaves a scar on his abdomen, this is the most difficult thing to accept for a young woman who is born with a beautiful body and loves beauty.

Yang Chen looked at the bright red in front of him, looked at Qiangwei with a pity and comforted him: Don’t worry, I am not a novice face who can’t stand blood. In my eyes, the gunshot wound is like a soldier’s medal. I will only like it, not hate it.

But I don't like it.Qiangwei whispered, leaving her head alone.

Yang Chen smiled, suddenly lifted the scissors on his hand and cut it down at the tip of his index finger of his other hand!

After cutting the cortex of his index finger without hesitation, Yin Hong's blood flowed out of Yang Chen's fingertips and dripped to the wound of Rose...

Qiangwei felt a cool liquid at her wound. She turned her head in confusion and looked at her beautiful eyes immediately filled with shock!

Husband, you...

Don't talk!Don't move!No matter what you see or feel, you are not allowed to move!Yang Chen drank Rose seriously.

Qiangwei saw Yang Chen's serious expression and dared not say much. She saw the blood between Yang Chen constantly gushing out and dripping onto her wounds.

Soon, Qiangwei felt a trace of numbness coming from her wound, which was an indescribable special feeling, as if some kind of force was pulling her body, but it was not controlled by herself at all. The original pain around the wound gradually disappeared, and all turned into strange numbness and warmth.

But the next scene made Qiangwei unimaginable...

Yang Chen's fingertip wound, which had just been cut open for dozens of seconds, was scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, repairing the bleeding wound himself!

Yang Chen frowned, picked up the scissors again, cut open the scars he had just made with one knife, and let the blood drip again.That finger seemed to not belong to him at all, and he showed no mercy at all.

In this way, Yang Chen's fingers were constantly scabbed and repaired, and he kept cutting them open by himself in order to keep the blood dripping.

How painful it is to be constantly injured on a person’s wound!?

Qiangwei finally understood what Yang Chen was talking about. It was really unbearable. It was not because her body felt itchy, but when she saw Yang Chen constantly cut her fingertips with cold scissors, letting the blood flow, and her ten fingers connected to her heart!

Qiangwei felt that the scissors were clearly pricking her heart!

But seeing Yang Chen focusing on his blood on his wound, Qiangwei did not dare to move, and she felt that the tears that had just stopped rushing into her eyes again.

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

He is constantly self-harm and healing himself with his blood?

About seven or eight minutes later, Yang Chen's fingers recovered from their own fingers. When Yang Chen saw that the blood in Qiangwei's wound was almost the same, he put down his scissors and wiped his fingers with a tissue, it seemed that there was no wound at all.

Qiangwei lay on the bed and looked at Yang Chen. When the beautiful oval's face began, it had recovered a little bloody color, and her jade-like face looked very soft.

Okay, if you take another ten minutes of rest, it should be almost okay.Yang Chen said with a smile.

Qiangwei seemed to finally come back to her senses, hesitated for a while before asking: Why is this happening... I was seriously injured just now, but now I feel that the wound has healed...

Don’t think too much, just treat my blood as the most advanced healing medicine.

But……

Don't want to do it anymore.Yang Chen seemed extremely calm and his eyes were a little wandering. I didn't want to be seen as a monster, so don't ask me about these things, okay?

Seeing the trace of sadness that instantly appeared on Yang Chen's face, Qiangwei immediately stopped asking. She had never seen Yang Chen show such deep sorrow. What kind of secret is hidden in this man's body?

What kind of past has he been tortured?

What kind of dark world is behind his powerful appearance?

You are not a monster... Qiangwei said with a firm look on her face.

If you are injured, you can recover immediately. Even if you fall from more than ten floors, you will be unscathed. This is not a monster... I don't believe in Ah...

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

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, but some people didn't think so.

Then I will be a monster with you.

fool……

The warm and sweet quiet time always seems very fast. I kissed me in the bedroom with Rose for a short while, and there was a knock on the door outside.

Except for the few confidants whom Rose attaches most importance to, no one dares to knock on this door.

Come in.Qiangwei said a little lazy.

It was Xiao Zhao who carefully pushed open the door. This round-faced young man looked deep before entering the door, with his brow locked, but when he came in, he saw Qiangwei sitting on the bed, wearing a clean white pajama, without any morbidity. He was smiling at himself, and he doubted whether he was dazzled!

Sister...you...why are you... Xiao Zhao stuttering a little.

Why, my body recovers quickly, are you unhappy?

No, no... Xiao Zhao waved his hand hard. He couldn't figure out why he had just treated the gunshot wound. Why did Qiang Wei suddenly feel like he was nothing. After looking at Yang Chen who was yawning next to him, Xiao Zhao couldn't help guessing whether it was a miracle brought by this magical man... But Yang Chen is not a doctor, nor is it that Duola A Meng, how could Qiang Wei get healed immediately?

But no matter what, Rose's magical recovery made Xiao Zhao smile and suddenly had a backbone.

Sister, fortunately you woke up, otherwise we really don’t know what to do next. Someone wants to come to our bar to see you.Xiao Zhao said.

who?

Yes... it is your father, President Situ of the Ximenghui, and he also brought many leaders of the Ximenghui, saying that he was coming to visit his elder sister's injuries.Xiao Zhao said carefully.

A trace of light that was not easy to detect in Qiangwei's eyes flashed. She glanced at Yang Chen beside her. Yang Chen hugged her indifferent eyes. Qiangwei nodded and said knowingly: Xiao Zhao, go out first, treat it well, and let the brothers not be frivolous, and don't have arguments first.I'll go out when I take a shower.

OK sister... Xiao Zhao hesitated for a while, but still asked with concern: But sister, are you really okay?

You will know later.

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

I'll help you to keep the wind.Yang Chen is serious.

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

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

As soon as I entered the hall, I felt that the atmosphere in the whole bar was so oppressive that it was breathless. At this time, there were already many people sitting in the bar, with at least twenty or thirty people on each side, and each with dark faces, grim smiled and grimly.

On the side of the bar are several young Hongjing Society, including Xiao Zhao. After all, the Hongjing Society has only been established for a short time. Although its momentum is developing rapidly, most of them are composed of young people, so they appear to be brave and lack experience in many confrontations with the Ximeng Society.

The other party's visitor to the Ximenghui was a group of people brought by Qiangwei's father, Situ Mingze.

Situ Mingze's facial features are not like father and daughter, but they are also handsome. He is wearing a Givenchy white plaid shirt and a silver collection watch with Rolex in his hand. He looks like an ordinary urban middle-aged gold collar, and his temperament is not like a gangster.

At this moment, Situ Mingze was sitting on a black leather sofa, crossing his legs, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, sucking the tea one by one, leisurely and contented.

Next to Situ Mingze, there were several big-name figures with different outfits. What surprised Yang Chen was that the familiar Zhang Hu was also sitting next to Situ Mingze. When he saw Yang Chen coming out, he didn't react, as if he didn't know him at all.

The younger brothers on both sides were tense, but the bosses of the Ximenghui were leisurely and chatted with each other, not taking all this seriously. This was enough to show that the internal leaders of the Ximenghui who had seen the storms were still very different from the children of the Hongjinghui.

Yang Chen had only seen Situ Mingze in the photo before. This was the first time he had seen a real person. To be honest, this man who was well maintained was his father-in-law. Unfortunately, Qiangwei turned against him and fucked him. It would have saved his worries.

Xiao Zhao, why are you sitting there and staring at me? Come over and make a cup of bloody Mary for me.Yang Chen hooked up at the little leopard-like little Zhao. He didn't want to compare the ridiculous momentum with these people. He would rather drink some wine and wait for Rose to come out.

Although Xiao Zhao felt that the scene was a bit awkward, Yang Chen didn't dare not go to summon him. He immediately got out of the seat and went to Yang Chen for bartending with a smile.

This scene made the people in the bar hall, which was tense, look at Yang Chen with strange eyes.

Among the several sitting masters of the Ximenghui, one of them was holding a pipe in his mouth. He looked the youngest man with a thin face raised his eyebrows, took the pipe and pointed at Yang Chen, and asked with a sneer: Are you a little white-faced guy raised by that bitch?