Chapter 242: Strangle you!

The man is very long, with cold eyes, and a murderous look like a sharp evil spirit crawling out of the Yin Cao dungeon.
amount……
Zhang Fan couldn't help but looked back.
Behind him was empty, no one.
But Jiang Beiyuan's murderous aura shouldn't be directed at him, right?
"Lao Jiang, you came just right."
Until Jiang Beiyuan stood still in front of him, Zhang Fan still didn't care, smiled and stuffed the paper into his arms.
"You have a good relationship with Director Wang Shuang, you help me give him my promotion essay, and by the way, help me kindly—"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan paused.
He just watched, without saying anything, Jiang Beiyuan in front of him directly tore his hard-wrote thesis into pieces, and took advantage of the trend to raise his head.
The smashed paper scraps all raised his head in an instant.
It's not that the frost and snow are full of the head, it can be regarded as the white head. Zhang Fan did not expect that for the first time in his life, the feeling of the white head is because of Jiang Beiyuan!
"Hello, are you crazy? Why are you tearing up my paper?!"
"Not only will I tear your paper, I will also choke you to death!"
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes were harsh and mean, his elbows pressed against Zhang Fan's neck, and he pressed it against the white wall behind him.
Several young nurses passed by and watched this scene. They were all surprised and horrified.
Zhang Fan, who was pressed against his throat, couldn't breathe, his face immediately turned blue and purple, and he slammed the cold hand on his neck.
"You...you are crazy Jiang Beiyuan!"
"Drinking last night, why didn't you tell me about my wife's acute gastroenteritis?!"
"I'm going, Heaven and Earth conscience... she didn't let me say... I'm afraid you worry about her!"
Zhang Fan was about to cry, and he couldn't cry.
I can't catch my breath now, ha ha, how can I still cry.
"What else? Are you hiding anything else from me?"
"Also...and..."
Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva with difficulty. Seeing that the break didn't work, he simply gave up struggling. With both hands fully raised above his head, he looked aggrieved and painfully at Jiang Beiyuan, who was holding him back.
"And...and...she has a cold...the other day she kept coughing..."
"anything else?!"
"Nothing...really gone!"
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan said nothing, his two thin lips pressed tightly, he did not loosen Zhang Fan, his handsome face was still densely covered with frost, and his narrow peach eyes were slightly narrowed at the moment, and the depths of his eyes were deep. The cold light suddenly appeared, sharp.
Zhang Fan saw Jiang Beiyuan's eyes for the first time.
scarlet.
Like a wolf, and like a scorpion.
His hands were still so strong, and the rib he was stuck with his elbow was so painful that he was about to break.
"Brother... elder brother... I have hired... you do well... let me go!"
Jiang Beiyuan sneered when he heard the words: "You can, you are hiding such a serious matter from me, not a brother."
Zhang Fan was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.
Who is brother to you? !
Did you tear his papers, grab his water card, break his tablet, and now want to strangle his brother alive? !
"Grandpa...Grandpa I was wrong, grandpa...you are good...really..."
Zhang Fan's face gradually turned from purple to crimson, and his usual rough voice became extremely sharp, like a salted fish dying to be pressed on a cutting board.
"Really... dying..."
"..."
At the crucial moment, Jiang Beiyuan finally let go of him.