Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

When Fu Lu heard Fu Jin's name, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure.

"Oh, he is a disabled person in a wheelchair, what can he do to me?"

"Is it?"

Fu Jin's cold voice sounded in the room. Fu Lu listened to the sound of the wheelchair getting closer and closer, and then felt the increasingly strong smell of tequila.

Under Fu Jin's strong pressure, everyone present, including Fu Lu, half-knelt on the ground.

Fu Jin was not afraid of the danger of running away. He released powerful pheromones. He pushed the wheelchair to Fu Lu, then took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Fu Lu's head.

Fu Lu knew that he was at a disadvantage, but his eyes when he looked at Fu Jin were still sharp and full of murderous intent, as if he was not afraid that Fu Jin would shoot him to death.

Fu Lu put his forehead close to the muzzle of Fu Jin's gun, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "You shot me. Do you dare to kill me? I am your biological brother!"

The next second, Fu Lu heard gunshots coming from his ears. He did not expect Fu Jin to actually shoot, but the gun did not hit him between the eyebrows, but hit his left heel and right ankle.

Fu Jin looked at Fu Lu with a disdainful tone, "Since you care so much about being disabled, I'll let you experience what it feels like to be disabled."

Fu Lu angrily wanted to rush over and knock Fu Jin down, but his feet could not stand at this time, and he could only fall to the cold floor.

"Fu Jin, his permanent mark has been washed away. His glamor will never be restored to its original state. He can no longer accept your permanent mark! He can no longer belong to you alone!"

Fu Lu looked at the back of Fu Jin moving the wheelchair, and he immediately taunted: "Fu Jin, look at you! You are a cripple. You don't even have the ability to carry him away now!"

Fu Jin held An Ting in his arms. He looked at the 'little friend' who was in agony in his arms, and his heart ached unconsciously.

When he was holding An Ting and preparing to leave the operating room, Fu Lu roared at Fu Jin's back: "Put him down! An Ting is mine!"

Fu Jin stopped his wheelchair and asked, "Fu Lu, are you sure you like An Ting?"

Fu Jin's sudden question made Fu Lu stunned for a moment. Just because he was stunned for such a second, Fu Jin had already left with An Ting in his arms.

After Fu Jin and others left, the doctors came over to help Fu Lu and treat the gunshot wound on Fu Lu's foot.

"Second Young Master, let's do the surgery for you first. The bullet must be taken out in time."

Before Fu Lu fell into coma, he kept recalling Fu Jin's words, 'Are you sure you like An Ting' just now?

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Fu Lu didn't know if he really liked An Ting, because he only cared about An Ting's eyes, those familiar eyes...

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Fu Jin brought An Ting to the nursing home. Because An Ting had been washed away from his permanent mark, his pheromones began to become disordered. Also because of the damaged gland, he was rolling in pain on the hospital bed.

An Ting clutched the sheets tightly, crying and shouting: "I want to kill Fu Lu! I want to kill him! I want to kill him!"

Fu Jin stood aside in a wheelchair. He looked at An Ting's angry look, and he suddenly hated himself so much.

Fu Jin lowered his head and apologized to An Ting apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well. I should always keep you by my side and guard you. I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

An Ting glared at Fu Jin with a pale face and asked angrily: "Why didn't you kill him just now?! He did this to me, why didn't you kill him?!"

At this time, An Ting was tortured both physically and mentally, and all his rationality was forgotten. All he could think about was killing the evil man Fu Lu.

"I have disabled both of his legs. If you still feel angry, I will have his gland destroyed so that he can no longer use alpha's pheromones."

"I want him to die! I want him to die!"

Fu Jin clenched the handle of the wheelchair, gritted his teeth, and tried to stand up in front of An Ting.

Fu Jin has been doing rehabilitation training during this period. He looked at An Ting who was crying on the bed. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood up from the wheelchair.

When An Ting saw Fu Jin walking up to him, his expression was stunned.

"Fu Jin..."

The next second, Fu Jin bent down, hugged him into his arms, and kissed his thin lips.

The room instantly smelled of agave and a hint of orange.