Chapter 190

She hoped she had just suffered a little trauma.

Take good care of it.

But the nurse lowered her head and looked indifferent to life and death: "buy yourself a more comfortable wheelchair, miss an."

An Rou's face stiffened, and then cried out, "impossible! unable! You lied to me! "

The nurse didn't speak, and Anrou struggled to reach for her.

The nurse took a step back to avoid: "if miss an wakes up, we will inform your family and the company, and you will discuss the follow-up treatment with them."

Ann Rou ignored her and tried to touch her legs with her hands, regardless of the pain.

How is it possible?

She just passed out and had a sleep. How could her legs not move?

It must be a nightmare!

……

The ward was soon occupied.

But it's not Morningstar company's people, and it's not Anjou's family.

It's the paparazzi who got into the ward.

"Miss an, why do you want a small black pear? It's said that you were very good friends before. Why did you lie to frame her? Is there any festival between you? "

Anjou:?

She looked at the paparazzi in a daze, some did not understand what he was saying.

What small? What lies?

What is he talking about.

The wound on the body is burning like pain, and the pain in the brain is dull.

The reporter's aggressive topic is in his ear.

Anjou just felt like her brain was about to explode.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please go out. I don't know."

"Miss Anjou, please don't run away from the topic. Now that the fans already know what you have done, will you feel guilty about it?"

"Do you think Jin Li will forgive you?"

“……”

Ann Rou only felt the pain in her head.

She knew that she must look miserable and embarrassed at the moment.

But the reporter in front of me didn't care about himself at all. His mouth was full of Jinli, trumpet, rumor

Ann Rou's heart is getting deeper and deeper.

Great unease and panic enveloped her.

When I was in a coma What happened?

What happened?

"Ah -" she suddenly screamed with her head in her arms.

A nurse and a doctor came in, saw her, asked the security guard to take the reporter out and sedated her.

Anjou finally calmed down.

She opened her big eyes and looked at the ceiling coldly. For a long time, she finally reached out slowly and picked up her mobile phone.

Her hands are a little shaky.

Many missed calls and messages appear on the page.

An Rou didn't take care of it. She opened the microblog.

A lot of comments and personal messages stuck the phone.

After a while, the page returns to normal.

An Rou shivers her eyelids and looks at the comments under her trumpet:

[an Rou asks you to be a person, right? How much revenge can you do to people like this? ]

[bah! I almost believe what you said before based on the evidence]

[I heard that you had an accident? The world is coming so fast? ]If it wasn't for your car accident, can I scold you for passing away on the spot? ]

[shameless red eye disease, curse you forever! ]

……

These people are all under the account number of "a passer-by eating melon", calling her name directly.

An Rou's eyes are black.

How do they know that they are Anjou?

She turned on her mobile phone and began to search for relevant information, and finally found what she was looking for.

Look down, Ann Rou's breathing is heavy.