You Are My Rare Passion

"Don't move!" Duan Yanbing pressed down on his wrist, his skin was pierced by the point of the dagger, and blood flowed down his strong chest.

Seeing the blood flowing out from the flesh, Yan Wenqing twitched in distress.

The feeling of drunkenness dissipated in an instant, he was in pain and angry, and furious: "Duan Yanbing! What are you crazy about? Didn't you say that Gu Junzhu's poison has been cured? His poison has been cured, you Why are you so nervous? Stop it! Stop it!"

Looking at the point of the dagger on Duan Yanbing's heart, he felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen.

He was really afraid that something might happen, if the tip of the dagger was pushed in a few centimeters, Duan Yanbing would die.

That was his and Ruan Ruan's son.

He is the only son of him and Ruan Ruan.

If he is allowed to watch Duan Yanbing die, it is better to let him die first!

He stared at the sharp point of the dagger, raised his arms, and slowly pressed down to calm Duan Yanbing's emotions: "Son, Dad, please calm down, don't mess around, Dad will listen to you Yes, it’s okay to listen to you?”

Some people say that in love, whoever loves deeply loses.

Why is it not like this between father and son?

The same is true between father and son, whoever loves deeply loses.

He loves deeply, so he loses.

He is not his son's father, he is his son's grandson!

As long as his son doesn't ask for death, let him do anything!

Duan Yan looked at him coldly, "You swear!"

"I swear!" Seeing the blood flowing faster and faster from Duan Yanbing's chest, Yan Wenqing raised his right hand without hesitation, "Son, I swear, Dad will listen to you, put down the dagger, be good, Put down the dagger, Dad will listen to you!"

The dagger in Duan Yanbing's hand was still pressed against his chest, but his strength was slightly loosened: "I let you swear with my life that you will always stay away from Fifth Brother and Beibei forever, and never hurt Fifth Brother and Beibei again! If you violate this oath, I will crush you, and you will die!"

"You...you..." Yan Wenqing's face turned green and pale, almost vomiting blood.

He, Yan Wenqing, is a generation of heroes, ruthless and decisive in killing.

He never expected that his beloved woman gave birth to him a holy father and son!

He has never seen such a crazy man, who obviously has a woman he likes, and doesn't fight or grab, but even swears with his life to protect his rival.

Yan Wenqing cursed angrily: "Are you being an undercover agent and thinking that your brain is broken? People don't kill themselves! Why do you always think about others? Why can't you think about yourself?"

Human nature is selfish.

He had never seen such a selfless person who only cared about others.

How could he have such a wonderful son?

People say that there are all kinds of birds in the big forest.

Damn, why is his son such a stupid bird?

He was about to go mad with anger, but Duan Yanbing's gaze became a little colder, and the wrist holding the dagger was pressed down another half inch.

The blood that had been congealed just now gushed out again in an instant.

Yan Wenqing's heart stopped beating for a few beats, and he raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, calm down, son, can I listen to you? I swear! I swear that I will stay away from Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei in the future." Far away, I will never touch a single hair of them in my life, or I will be trampled on, and I will die!"

"It's not you!" Duan Yan coldly corrected: "It's me!"

Yan Wenqing opened his mouth, but no sound came out.