I fell for it after hanging out with scum

Without even thinking about it, Qin Shang crawled over like a dog, and sat down while supporting Fang Zhongjing's shoulder.

Fang Zhongjing's Western figure was too much for Qin Shang.

Fang Zhongjing raised his hand and stroked Qin Shang's wet hair, "Do you know what a dog's job is?"

Qin Shang was sweating profusely, unable to open his mouth in pain.

"Loyal, obedient." Fang Zhongjing said, "Unfortunately, you are not a qualified dog yet."

Qin Shang said intermittently: "I'm not a dog..."

Fang Zhongjing said in a playful tone, "So you really think that you can live after taking medicine?"

Qin Shang was grabbed by the hair and pulled back, forced to look up.

Fang Zhongjing chuckled, "Don't be naive, I have thousands of ways to make you unable to live."

While speaking, he increased his strength, and Qin Shang suddenly screamed mournfully like a frightened cat.

Fang Zhongjing sighed in his heart, he would never hear such a nice voice again next year.

After a moment of emotion, Fang Zhongjing said: "Remember, your identity is just a dog serving me."

"Now that I have chosen the most comfortable way to die for you, you should know how to be grateful."

Qin Shang moaned with tears, "Fang Zhongjing, the damned person is obviously you, why let me replace you?"

In the year of Fang Zhongjing's birth, Fang's elders called a Huashan Taoist for a divination, and it was calculated that he was hit by an evil spirit, the cross was red, and he would not live to be 26 years old.

The Taoist said that if he wanted to solve the bad news, he had to find someone with the same horoscope to protect Fang Zhongjing from the disaster, and change his life for another.

And this fate is Qin Shang's fate.

This year, Fang Zhongjing is exactly 26 years old.

Fang Zhongjing said regretfully, "I can't die..."

Qin Shang's voice was distressed: "Then I can?"

"Compare you to me?" Fang Zhongjing smiled: "How much is your life worth?"

Fang Zhongjing got up, turned Qin Shang onto the rattan chair, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"To be a dog, you must have self-knowledge. The person who is going to die now is you, not me." Fang Zhongjing said, exhaling smoke.

Qin Shang felt colic in his abdomen, curled up his toes, and whimpered like weeping.

Fang Zhongjing flicked the cigarette ash, "But don't worry, I won't treat you badly. When you die, I will buy a good cemetery and bury you well."

Qin Shang cried out, "I don't want to die!"

Fang Zhongjing hissed, "You have no choice."

The wicker chair creaked and squeaked non-stop.

The snow is getting heavier.

Qin Shang had a severe stomachache, his internal organs sank down, and his stomach seemed to be turned upside down.

Fang Zhongjing closed his eyes, sighed, and the affair was over.

Fang Zhongjing said: "Housekeeper, get the ruler."

Qin Shangmo's cold sweat spread all over his body.

Soon, the butler fetched a six-cent-thick ruler and held it respectfully in his hand.

The steward asked: "Young Master Fang, is it as usual?"

Fang Zhongjing took a puff of cigarette, thoughtful, and after a while, he said: "Double..."

The housekeeper's heart moved, and he thought, Qin Shang's hand will be useless today.

The bodyguard got the order, stepped forward to suppress Qin Shang, pulled out his right hand, and pressed it to the ground.

Qin Shang trembled and pleaded: "No, don't!"

Fang Zhongjing knelt down and blew smoke on Qin Shang's face, "You have survived these hundred hand strikes without making a sound. I will pretend that what happened today never happened."