Huarong said: "I don't care what you are going to do now, but I'll be hospitalized here first, and then I'll have a good health. I don't want you to be put in hospital by your brother. I have to find someone to save you. Your brother is terrible, OK

Fu Tingyuan opened his eyes, raised his hand and gently pinched his eyebrows: "she is alone outside, I am not at ease."

"What's the matter. He didn't take care of it for you? "

Fu Tingyuan thought of Luonan's ruddy face at first, and seemed to be a little fat, but he was also speechless for a moment.

She did well in Gong Heng. He was afraid of her at home. She probably forgot him when she was there.

Fu Tingyuan thought of this and sighed helplessly.

He was upset, perhaps not easy to admit, but Ronan first stabbed him, for him, physical injury is not as much as emotional injury.

Being hurt by one's beloved is really not a very acceptable thing.

He was caught off guard at that time, but the moment he stabbed in, he was really sad.

Although he was quick to react, Ronan's early state was abnormal.

Fu Tingyuan was very upset, with a small lump in his brow and a gloomy expression on his face.

He was just out of the danger of life. When he woke up, it was not good to look so sad. Huarong twisted the quilt corner for him and comforted him: "you can have a rest. Let's put things in the beginning of Nanchu. Don't be afraid. If people are still alive, they will find them back."

Fu Tingyuan closed his eyes slowly, looking tired.

He just woke up soon, the spirit is not very good, think about things for a while, the whole person is a bit unable to hold.

Looking at his tired appearance, Huarong felt a little uncomfortable. He had suffered too much with luonanchu all the way, and he didn't know when he would have a happy day.

Along the way, he went mad for her, suffered for her, hurt her, even if he really owed, he should pay off. After so many years, they did not know how long it would take.

She sighed quietly, turned around, opened the door carefully and went out.

Feng Jin also followed out, looking at the face of the flower nodding pain like lifting hands, gently kneading the temple.

He went over and put her in his arms. He bowed his head and kissed her hair. He asked in a warm voice, "go home and sleep first?"

Huarong put out his hand around his waist, put his face in his arms and shook his head. His voice was stuffy: "no, I'm a little hungry."

She is a little bit cute in her coquettish manner. Feng Jin cut her slightly disordered hair and said, "well. Let's eat first

His tone was gentle, with a bit of gentle coax.

……

Feng Jin took her to a nearby restaurant and ordered some light food.

Like Huarong, he didn't sleep all night, and his tongue was bitter. He couldn't digest the greasy and heavy taste things.

Huarong lowers her head and drinks the clear soup. The light cream smell is very good. It is a specialty of this shop.

Yan Qingfeng called and asked her how Fu Tingyuan was doing.

Huarong told him that he was lying down to rest.

She heard the man sighed softly on the phone, a little helpless. She couldn't help but explain to her friend: "you don't have to worry too much. Who has suffered from him for so many years? He will get it from him sooner or later. "