Chapter 139 - 139 Stubborn Feng Teng Is Back

After three hours in minor injuries and an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor has confirmed that Feng Teng hand is not broken, but he has some muscle damage.

"Have you been on resting?" The nurse asks.

"If it's been a few days since you incurred the injury, I would expect the swelling to have subsided by now." She informs.

Feng Teng looks at me guiltily as the nurse wraps his hand in a bandage.

"No," he says quietly.

Of course no, he's been clenching bottles of vodka in it not resting.

"You should have been," she reprimands him,

"And it should be elevated." She added.

Then I raise my eyebrows at him and he rolls his eyes while the nurse puts his arm in a sling before sending us on our way.

As we get to the entrance, he removes the sling and chucks it in the litter bin.

"What are you doing?" I gasp, watching him walk out of the hospital doors.

"NO! I'm not going wearing that thing." He annoyed.

"Feng Teng! You bloody are!"I yell, fishing it out of the bin.

I was shocked at him. He has no regard for the wellbeing of his body. He has assaulted his internal organs with a gallon of vodka, and now refuses to co-operate so his hand heals properly? He's crazy.

Then I follow after him, but he walks very fast and he doesn't stop until he gets to the car.

As I'm the who holds the keys, So I don't punch open lock to the door release for him.

We both glaring at each other.

"F*ck! Are you going to unlock the car," he asks.

"No, not until you put this back on." I hold the sling above my head.

"I've told you, Wei Lin. I'm not going wearing that!" He scoffed.

I roll my eyes before narrowing them back on him.

"Why is it?" I ask shortly.

Now The stubborn Feng Teng is back, but I am not so pleased to see it

"I don't need it." He says firmly.

"No, you are!": I yell a bit.

"No, I don't." he mocks.

Oh, Good Lord! I'm going burst if he continues being stubborn like this.

"You better put that f.u.c.k.i.n.g sling back on, Feng Teng!" I shout over the car.

"Watch your f.u.c.k.i.n.g mouth!" He screams back.

"Shit!" I hiss back petulantly.

He scowls real hard at me. What must we look like in the middle of the hospital car park, shouting f.u.c.k at each other over the roof of a Bugatti Veyron? But I don't have time care right now since I was confronted with the most stubborn guy ever!

He is such an uncivilized sometimes.

"MOUTH!" he roars, and then winces at the sound level of his yell, his bad hand shooting up to clasp his head.

"DAMN IT!" He got frustrated.

Then I burst into laughter as I watch him dance around in circles, shaking his hand and swearing his head off.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

That will teach the obstinate fool.

"Open the f.u.c.k.i.n.g car, Wei Lin," he shouts.

Oh, So now he's mad. I squeeze my lips together to suppress my laugh.

"How's your hand?" I ask on a giggle that breaks out into a full belly laugh.

I can't hold it in. It feels so good to laugh after a few days being damp in hollow.

When I recover and straighten up, he's looking at me fiercely over the car.

"Open, now!" he demands.

"Sling, "I snap, throwing it over the roof to him.

He grabs the material and throws it on the tarmac before returning his furious eyes to me.

"OPEN!" He yells.

"You're a child sometimes, Mr President! I am not opening the car until you put that sling on." I shout at him firmly.

I watch as his eyes narrow on me and the edges of his mouth lift into a concealed grin.

"THRE." he starts counting, loud and clear.

My jaw instantly hits the ground.

"You are not giving me the countdown!" I screech disbelievingly.

"TWO," his tone is cool and casual, while I'm stunned.

He leans his elbows on the roof. 

"ONE." He continues.

"You can get stuffed!" I scoff standing firm.

All I wanted only want him to put the damn sling on for his own sake.

It makes no odds to me, but this is the principle.

"Zero," he mouths and starts stalking around the front of the car towards me, while I instinctively head around the back.

He stops and raises his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" he asks, circling the other way.

I know that face of him, that's his you're-really-copping-it face.

Initially, I know he won't think twice about pinning me to the ground and torturing me until I submit to whatever he demands through fear of peeing myself.

What would I be submitting to, though?

"Nothing," I say, making sure I keep to the other side of the car.

Okay, now we could be here all day.

"Come here." His voice is that low, husky familiar tone that I love, and another piece of him that has returned, now I'm start being distracted again.

I shake my head firmly.

"NO!" I repeat.

Before I can anticipate his next move, he breaks into a full sprint around the car, and I dash off in the opposite direction on a sequel.

People got alert by us and they start staring to us as I weave myself through the other parked cars in the car park like a deranged madwoman, before I skid to a stop at the back of a high top, four-wheel drive.

Then, I peek around the corner to see where he is.

Straightaway, my heart falls out of my mouth, straight on to the tarmac.

He's doubled over, his hands braced on his knees.

Oh Shit!

What the hell am I doing encouraging such stupid behaviour when he should be recuperating?

DEAD!

i'm SO F*CKING DEAD!

In a flash run backwards from him as a few passersby clock him and start to approach me.

My adrenaline function immediately as I sense danger coming.