Zhang Bin racked his brains for a long time but failed to achieve his goal, but his goal was exposed.
"Brother Gu Yuan, I am actually a little anemic. How about you donate some blood to me? Is it convenient?"
It’s convenient for you to be paralyzed! You obviously want to cheat me out of my blood, okay! Gu Yuan started roaring in his heart.
Gu Yuan felt very tired.
He wanted to finish his meal quickly and then find a place where there were few people to do it. He was not willing to quarrel with each other now, but Zhang Bin rubbed his and Kong Baihe's intelligence on the ground again and again.
Kong Baihe also thought of a lyric in his mind: Regarding your lies, I pretend to be confused. Pretending to be confused is an extremely difficult art...
Francis looked at Zhang Bin's trembling appearance and became a little impatient.
"Ahem!" He coughed violently several times and continued to urge Zhang Bin.
Zhang Bin almost started to curse in his heart.
Urging, urging, urging, you know how to urge, you are not here, can't you do it yourself?
But suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of something. The wine glass in his hand trembled and fell to the ground. The wine was scattered all over the floor, and the goblet was also shattered.
"Oh, look at my hands, they look like Parkinson's disease." Zhang Bin laughed at himself while squatting down to pick up the scraps. He held a slightly larger piece in his hand. When he stood up, he took advantage of the situation and moved it towards Gu Yuan's hand. The thigh was scratched!
Gu Yuan glanced down, then retracted his leg. Seemingly inadvertently, his knee hit Zhang Bin's wrist.
Zhang Bin didn't even react. He only felt his wrist shake, and his arm seemed to be out of control. Just like the daughter who wanted to follow the poor scholar, her elbow turned outward on the spot. The fragment did not scratch Gu Yuan at all, but instead It left a gash on his waist, and he grimaced in pain on the spot.
"Ouch!" He screamed, and when he saw the blood staining his clothes, he was frightened. He quickly lifted up his clothes and took a look, tears welling up in his eyes, "Ah! I need to die, I need to die, I need to die...Help! Call an ambulance quickly. !”
Francis stood up and took a look with his head. His face was darker than the bottom of the pot that had been burning for eighteen years and had not been shoveled. He was so angry that he slapped Zhang Bin on the back of the head and scolded: "What are you shouting for? That's all." Skin injury, you can’t die!”
Zhang Bin's eyes were red when he looked at Francis, and there were still tears on his cheeks. His resentful eyes were like looking at her husband who went to Widow Wang's house for a visit the day after the wedding.
I really don’t know how to feel sorry for people!
But he also knew that now that the task was not completed, Francis would definitely not give up. He gritted his teeth and suddenly took out the dagger from his arms.
Gu Yuan and Kong Baihe both frowned.
They wanted to wait a little longer, but they didn't expect Zhang Bin to lose his composure and prepare to show off... No, why should he? How dare he?
"Brother Gu Yuan, I spent more than 3,000 yuan on a teacher some time ago, who taught me how to use a flower knife. Today is the right time. Take a look and give me some advice!"
Without waiting for Gu Yuan to speak, he tossed the dagger back and forth. Suddenly, with a sharp look in his eyes, the dagger in his hand flew towards Gu Yuan.
Gu Yuan sighed. He didn't know what Zhang Bin was thinking. He played these fancy tricks every day. With a slight movement of his wrist, his index and middle fingers came together and flicked on the blade of the dagger. The dagger changed direction and flew back, stably stuck in the On Zhang Bin's feet.
There was another scream like a slaughtered pig.
The waiter at the door also heard the noise and quickly knocked on the door.
"Sir, what's wrong? Do you need help?"
Zhang Bin endured the pain, glanced at the blood on the ground, dragged his body over and waved his hand.
"It's okay...I'm okay."
"You...you're bleeding!" The waiter looked at Zhang Bin covering his waist with blood between his fingers, and his face turned pale with fear.
"We from the medical school got drunk, so I cut my appendix to cheer up... It makes sense, right?"
After saying that, he waved his hand for the waiter to leave and closed the door again.
The waiter who was locked out had a look of horror on his face.
"Cut the appendix...to add to the fun?"
Thinking of this, he shuddered.
"I really should make a suggestion to the manager. From now on, no one who works at the crematorium is allowed to come to eat..."
After that, he shook his head and left. After all, the injured person was Zhang Bin. He said he was fine, so it was not easy for him to get involved. If it really made a big fuss, he would not get praise from the manager. After all, he had to pay attention. The influence of the hotel is that one more thing is not as good as one small thing.
Gu Yuan stood up slowly, looked at Zhang Bin, and said: "Zhang Bin, you are too careless. Don't waste this money in the future. Are you not just spending money to find trouble?"
Zhang Bin could only keep gasping for air now. He couldn't even say a word and his body was trembling slightly.
And Francis wanted to punch Zhang Bin to death.
It was such a trivial matter, but he couldn't get it done until now. Instead, it left him scarred.
What kind of brain circuit is this?
A person like this actually wants to join the "Natural Society"?
"Okay, don't hold on anymore. Let's take you to the hospital quickly. Promise me you won't be so naughty in the future." Kong Baihe said as he stood up.
Zhang Bin gritted his teeth and forced himself to say: "No...it's okay. Let's continue playing music and dancing!"
Kong Baihe's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhang Bin carefully: "Is this okay?"
"fine……"
Gu Yuan couldn't help but drag Zhang Bin out and said with a frown, "Nonsense! You're bleeding so much, can you still be fine? When can you eat, but now? Let's go to the hospital first!"
Francis coughed slightly.
"Actually, I also think he's fine..."
Gu Yuan immediately turned back to look at him and reprimanded: "This is your own child, don't you feel bad? You are such an elder? Are you his biological uncle?"
Francis was stunned for a moment.
Are you really saying I'm a kisser?
But before he could speak, Gu Yuan had already carried Zhang Bin out.
Francis' eyes turned cold, he stretched out his hand, picked up the dagger from the ground, wiped the blood on it and put it away again, and followed Gu Yuan and others out of the private room.
To be honest, at this moment, Zhang Bin was even a little moved.
Seeing Gu Yuan's "concerned" look, he felt a warmth.
But thinking about his current identity and mission, he felt a little guilty.
It seemed that Gu Yuan really regarded him as a friend.
At this moment, Zhang Bin even imagined in his mind the image of Gu Yuan lying on the ground dripping with blood, and he was standing in front of him. A ray of light was projected on him, and his shadow was stretched infinitely.
At that moment, there was nothing but coldness on his face, and his eyes were one-third cold, one-third teasing, and one-third cold... The corners of his mouth slightly raised again, and he said those ruthless words to Gu Yuan...
"I'm sorry, I'm an undercover agent!"
Thinking of this, he burst into laughter.
