After parting with Chu Jingye, Dr. Zhuang's heart was no longer troubled. As they discussed just now, just blame Lin Fan for the responsibility.
Then not only can be OK, but also can revenge, this is the most correct way of behavior. The more you think about it, the more excited you are, the easier it is to forget time.
For example, it's time to report the situation to the young master, but he has forgotten about it. As soon as I got back to the door of the banker's house, I was caught by two guards and couldn't even struggle out.
"What are you doing? What are you doing
Dr. Zhuang, who recovered from his excitement, recovered after a burst of panic: "what dare you do to me like this? Let me go quickly..."
"Zhuang bifan, you'd better not move, or you will be waiting for a punishment that is even more dreadful than death."
One of the guards snorted coldly: "it was the second young master who asked us to detain you. What do you have to say in front of the second young master."
All of a sudden, Zhuang bifan did not dare to speak. It was at this time that he suddenly remembered that something had not been done. At the moment, I was in a cold sweat, shivering and thinking about how to explain it.
In the courtyard, on the stone table.
A young man, about twenty-five or six years old, was holding a tea cup to his nose and smelling the fragrance of the tea. From a distance, it looks like a painting. The long braid on the back of the young man's head makes this painting full of melody.
However, this tone was soon broken by a burst of shouts, and Zhuang bifan, who was buckled with his arms, came over tragically. Before he got there, Zhuang bifan broke free from the shackles of the guard and knelt down on his feet.
"Second young master, it's me who should be damned. I should never forget to report work."
With tears and snivel, Zhuang bifan quickly staged a bitter plot: "I have a reason, I have found..."
Shhh ~
Zhuang Shihao stretched out his index finger to his lips and made a forbidden voice: "pretending to be a criminal, do you know what is the most important thing to drink tea?"
The heart trembled and Zhuang bifan shook his head.
"It's the mood. If you don't have a good mood, it doesn't work no matter how good you are."
Putting down the cup, Zhuang Shihao sighed melancholy: "and you just broke my good mood. What should you do?"
With a grunt, Zhuang bifan swallowed his mouth. If you want to explain something, you don't know what to say. According to his understanding of the second young master, the more you say, the more mistakes you make, it's better to be silent.
"It looks like you're aware of your mistake. OK, come here with the gloves."
Standing up from the stone stool, Zhuang Shihao loosened his bones and put on the boxing set handed over by his hands and hands. The next second, his face changed dramatically, from the beginning of geniality to ferocity. His fist fell to Zhuang bifan, who was kneeling on the ground.
Ah
It lasted three minutes from the beginning to the end, and the only sound was Zhuang bifan's scream. Zhuang Shihao, however, was much more comfortable. His fists kept pounding at Zhuang bifan.
Hoo ~
"look, it's different to drink tea in a good mood."
After venting, Zhuang Shihao lost a mouthful of tea comfortably, and his mouth was filled with emotion: "come on, what's the matter?"
Paralyzed, dry. You paralyzed
I can't breathe because of the pain all over my body. The old wound and the new one have no energy at all. In his heart, he cursed a hundred times and a thousand times, but what he said was: "second young master, this is how things are..."