1995: C1995 F Ck You F*ck You

C1995 F Ck You F*ck You

After parting with Chu Jingye, Dr. Zhuang no longer felt uneasy in his heart. Just as they had previously discussed, as long as the blame was placed on Lin Fann, it would be fine.2

At that time, not only would he be fine, he would even be able to exact his revenge. This was the correct behavior. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, the easier it was for him to forget the time.

For example, when it was time to report back to the young master, he had forgotten about this. As a result, as soon as he returned to the entrance of the manor, he was held by two guards, unable to even struggle free.

"What is it? What are you all doing? "

Dr. Zhuang recovered from his excitement. After a moment of fear, he came back to reality and said, "Who dares to treat me like this? Let me go quickly …"

"Zhuang Bifan, you better be obedient and not move. Otherwise, what awaits you will be a punishment more dreadful than death."

One of the guards snorted coldly, "It was Second Young Master who ordered us to detain you. If you have anything to say, say it in front of Second Young Master."

These words immediately caused Zhuang Bifan to not dare to speak. It was also at this moment that he suddenly remembered that he had not done anything yet. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. While shivering, he kept thinking about how to explain himself.

Within the courtyard. On a stone table.

A young man around the age of 25 or 26 held a teacup to his nose and smelled the fragrance of the tea. From afar, it looked just like a painting. The long braid on the back of the youth's head made the picture even more melodious.

However, this tune was quickly broken by a shout. Zhuang Bifan, who had his arms wrapped around his body, came over with a sorrowful expression. Before he could even get close, Zhuang Bifan broke free from the guard's shackles and knelt on the ground.

"Second Young Master, I deserve to die. I should never have forgotten to report."

Tears and snot splattered all over his face. Zhuang Bifan quickly put on a show, "I have a reason. I've already found it …"

Shhh ~

Zhuang Shihao put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, "You pretentious criminal, do you know what is the most important thing for drinking tea?"

Shaking his heart, Zhuang Bifan shook his head.

"It's just a mood. If you're not in a good mood, then no matter how good your environment is, it won't have any effect."

Putting down the tea cup, Zhuang Shihao sighed gloomily: "You just happened to spoil my good mood. What do you think we should do?"

With a gulp, Zhuang Bifan swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know what to say. According to his understanding of the Second Young Master, the more wrong he said, the more silent he would be.

"Looks like you've realized your mistake. Fine, bring your gloves over."

Standing up from the stone bench, Zhuang Shihao loosened his grip and put on the boxing gloves that he received from his subordinates. In the next second, his expression completely changed. From the previous genial expression to a ferocious one, his fist landed on the ground towards the kneeling Zhuang Bifan.

Ah …

The process lasted for three minutes. The only sound that came out was Zhuang Bifan's scream. Zhuang Shihao, on the other hand, felt much more comfortable after venting. He continuously punched Zhuang Bifan's body.

Whew ~

"Look, it's different to be in a good mood and drink tea."

Zhuang Shihao, who had finished venting his anger, comfortably took a sip of tea and sighed with emotion: "Speak, what happened?"

F * ck! F * ck you …

His whole body was in so much pain that he could not breathe. His old injuries and new injuries had caused him to lose all his strength. He cursed in his heart a hundred times, but the words that came out of his mouth were, "Second Young Master, this is how things are …"

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