Chapter 1733

"I will." Fu Tingyuan's righteous words.

Ronan rolled his eyes at the beginning of the day, and took it back to him. "I don't want to talk to you. I'll have a meal. It's cold."

While Fu Tingyuan was eating, Luo Nan Chu went out and gave his thoughts to the waiting servants in the car and asked them to take the child back.

After all, it's a place like a hospital, where children are delicate and afraid to get infected with any bacteria and viruses. Even ordinary flu is enough to make trouble.

Luonan first sat back and hesitated for a moment, "hasn't Feng Jin come out of the operating room yet?"

Fu Tingyuan nodded, and then said in a soft voice, "there are more dangers than good luck."

Ronan's heart sank slightly at the beginning, and his face was somewhat dignified.

"You wait downstairs to accompany Huarong, she is not in a good mental state, you help me to pay attention to her point." Fu Tingyuan fingered the edge of the bowl in front of her and said to Luo Nanchu, "she and Fengjin have been together for so many years. Who died one another in this life can't be stable. They are connected together."

"Well." Ronan nodded at first. "I understand."

Childhood sweethearts.

No one can guess.

Even if it is not a lover, it is also carved into the blood of the intimate.

From youth to youth, from youth to youth, they have gone through years far longer than anyone else.

What's more, she once loved him so much.

She may understand Huarong's feelings for Fengjin better than anyone else.

Hate is natural.

But if you love someone, how can you accept his death.

I'd rather die than die. It's helpless to love someone.

Ronan lowered his head and felt a little heavy.

Fu Tingyuan said that maybe Fengjin really It's not coming back.

After she knew what Fengjin had done, she was naturally united with Huarong, but she couldn't bear to think how sad Huarong should be when she thought of Fengjin's death.

Fengjin should not die even if he is a jerk.

What's more, Huarong loves him so much.

Fu Tingyuan ate for a while, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. He picked it up and looked at it, then quickly picked it up.

I don't know what the other side is talking about. At first, Luonan only knew that his face was getting worse and worse. After a while, he hung up the phone and said to her, "Fengjin has come out of the operating room."

Luonan stood up from his position and looked at Fu Tingyuan's dignified look. His heart had been falling down and his palm was cold.

She went to grab the man's hand and gently held it in her arms. She felt the chill on the fingertips of the other party.

It was only about ten minutes from the restaurant to the operating room. Luonan felt that his legs were a little weak after taking a few steps. Fu Tingyuan hugged him in his arms. His lips fell on her forehead and whispered, "he is not dead yet. You take care of Huarong and I'll take care of the rest. "

" not dead... " Ronan looked up at him in a daze, "what do you mean?"

Fu Tingyuan's eyebrow heart gently frowned for a while, then he said to her: "the operation failed, he didn't wake up. Now transfer to ICU ward See if there's a chance to wake up. "

Luonan took a breath of cool air and watched his eyes shrink violently for a moment. She stood up straight and said to Fu Tingyuan, "I'll take care of Rongrong..."

For a moment, there was some confusion in her mind. A trace of unspeakable emotion surged into my heart -- if Fengjin died, what should Huarong do in the future? How could he just leave his face like this?