Fu Tingyuan turned his head and looked at her, then his eyes fell on Luo Nan Chu's face and said calmly, "she should wake up later. I think at this time, she should see me at first sight
Huarong was stunned gently, and then he said with a smile: "that's what I said." Her eyes fell on Fu Tingyuan's warm, cool and elegant face. His face was usually calm, but there was indeed deep feeling. She always felt that Fu Tingyuan was too shallow, and she did not care much about Luo Nanchu because he was too easy to win. Now think of it, with this man's cool and plain temperament, if you don't care about it, it's impossible to spare no effort to come back from England to find Ronan Chu.
It's just how thick this feeling is. Can Fu Tingyuan understand it?
She was afraid that Fu Tingyuan did not understand how much he liked luonanchu.
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Ronan woke up in a daze and felt the sun shining on her face. She felt dazzling. She raised the back of her hand to block her eyes. However, she accidentally twisted the needle head. She gave a low "um" sound. Someone came to hold her wrist and pulled the needle out of the back of her hand.
There was a bag on the back of her hand. The man rubbed her hand, and she snorted with pain. Then she heard the cool voice of the man on top of her head: "do you know the pain?"
What's this? She's not hard hitting. Of course it hurts.
Luonan opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Fu Tingyuan's face. She was a little upset: "how to wake up is you..."
Not far away came a light laugh, and then the voice of Huarong: "what did I say. I'm afraid I will dislike you at first
Huarong stepped on her high-heeled shoes, bent down and stroked luonanchu's small face and said with a smile, "are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat. What else do you want to eat? "
Luonan was very tired and dizzy at the beginning. She just woke up and had no appetite. She shook her head. Fu Tingyuan looked at her and said to Huarong, "a bowl of sea cucumber porridge."
Huarong looked at him and then said, "it seems that I want two bowls."
Fu Tingyuan didn't sleep for a day and a night, and didn't eat breakfast. He stayed with luonanchu all night, but he was also hated by her.
Ronan leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the man who was talking to Huarong not far away.
His body is still mottled with blood, and his clothes have not been changed. Even his jaw is covered with a light blue color. The whole person is a little messy and subversive.
After ordering breakfast, Fu Tingyuan came over to lift the broken hair on Ronan's early face. He listened to the half dead woman at the head of the bed and said, "Fu Tingyuan, didn't you take a bath last night?"
Fu Tingyuan was silent for a moment, dropped his eyes and scolded her: "I think you really owe to clean up."
Ronan leaned over there and began to laugh. His brows and eyes were crooked, but he still looked heartless.
He looked at her for a while, her eyes fell on the morning sun, the color of life looked very moving.
He bowed his head and gave her a kiss. Lornan said in a low voice: "you stink..." A smell of blood
Fu Tingyuan bit her lip, low way: "luonanchu, how do you think I will deal with you after you are well?"
"What are you going to do with me?"
He looked down at her face and said, "dry. You're dead. "