Chapter 2872

Huarong didn't bring many people this time.

After all, I really didn't expect Jiang to be so stupid one day and make a move on Tai Sui's head.

Just did not expect, Jiang one day in Hong Kong monkey called overlord too long, unexpectedly did not take flowers as a matter.

Hua Rong, with a smile, stood up from her position and said to Jiang Yitian, "Uncle Jiang, it's not opportunistic. Since you don't want to talk, I'll wait for the next time uncle Jiang wants to talk."

she turns to leave, and Jiang Yitian drinks: "stop! Huarong, do you think I'm here where you can come and go if you want? "

Huarong turned his head, hooked the corner of his lips, a smile on his face. The pink mole she made loomed in the light, with a layer of ominous blood.

"Uncle Jiang, tell me about it. What do you want?"

Jiang Yitian said: "I want to leave Huajia and develop independently in Hong Kong."

Hua Rong lowered her eyelashes, and her smile was deep: "the legal person of the company is my father. Since uncle Jiang wants the company, he naturally wants to talk with his father."

One day, Jiang's face showed an impatient look: "don't talk nonsense! Now you are in charge of the flower family. Isn't your word more useful than your father? "

Huarong picked up her eyebrows, and her lips overflowed with a faint sneer:" do you know who is in charge now? You put a gun at me to threaten me

Jiang broke one mouthful one day and looked at her with disgust on her face: "Lao Li is really old and blind. He even handed over the whole flower family to a girl like you! What kind of virtue have you made the flower family? transformation? turn into a good guy? Is it possible to support so many people by starting a business? I don't know how Lao Li can let you mess with me

Huarong was too lazy to explain to him the internal changes in the past ten years, but said coldly: "I think it's too easy for you to make black money. You don't want to be honest and responsible. Jiang Yitian, take the gun back and get out of here

As soon as the faint smile on her lips was turned away, her face became cold and severe. The invisible low pressure gradually spread from her. Jiang breathed a little every day, and then she raised a pair of dim old eyes and looked at the girl in front of her who he didn't care much about.

Bravado.

He thought to himself.

He slowly withdrew the pistol. Huarong looked at him and turned to go out.

“…… I think it's better for the flower family to change to another successor, do you think? "

Yin mianmianmian voice from the man's mouth slowly overflow, Huarong's hand in the pocket suddenly aimed at the back, "bang!" All the people heard was a shot. Jiang Yitian and Huarong fell to the ground.

Jiang opened his eyes one day and fell to the ground. There was a blood hole on his forehead, which was constantly bubbling blood.

He may not have thought before he died that Huarong could still aim a gun at his eyebrow with his back to him.

"Miss!"

Huarong's people rushed to pick up Huarong from the ground. A small piece of her chest was filled with a small red trace. Soon, the red spread quickly on her chest, and quickly dyed her white dress into the color of blood.

Huarong opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The bullet hole in her chest made her feel very painful.

Is she dying?

She had some confused thoughts.

What comes out of my mind is Feng Jin's face.

"Let's go."

She covered her chest and her voice was weak.

"We don't have enough people. This hotel is all his people..."

Hearing the gunshot, the people waiting downstairs quickly rushed up. A dozen people were protecting her and running downstairs.

Huarong was so dazed that she couldn't hear the sound of bullets clearly. Her body had spontaneously isolated the pain. When death came, her first feeling was cold.

She was carried downstairs and stuffed into the car. The bodyguard holding her was covered with blood.

"Where's our brother?" she asked weakly

"They're in the back..." The bodyguard's voice sounded choking.

Huarong was silent for a while, and closed her eyes in pain.

"Miss, I'll take you to the hospital now. You can hold on."

"Take out my cell phone."

The other party groped in her bag and finally found out her mobile phone and handed it to her.

Her hands trembled violently, swallowing blood and touching the screen with blurred vision.

With bloodstained fingers quickly turned out the phone of Fengjin, she pressed down hard, there quickly picked up, words have not been said, the voice of Fengjin came from inside in a hurry.

"Sisi fell down from the upstairs. I'm on my way now. What can I do for you? I'll talk about it later!"

Huarong is quiet, the voice suddenly put light: "Fengjin, I am injured, the wound is now good pain, can you come to my side first?"

"She can't move downstairs now. Huarong, I can't...""I really hurt a lot." Her voice is very low, but it sounds a different kind of tenderness, as if in a whisper with the lover coquetry like, "Fengjin, you come to my side, I need you more than she now."

Feng Jin was silent for a moment, then said, "sorry, Huarong."

The cell phone was hung up.

The finger of Huarong falls down.

Half of her face was bloody, but now she had a faint smile.

After a while, her eyes slowly closed.

Lonely was sent to the operating room, Huarong has no consciousness.

On the third day after the operation, Hua Rong woke up from the intensive care unit.

She wore an oxygen mask and looked at the man sitting beside her. His beard was ragged, his head was covered and his face was dirty.

She would like to say that if you are photographed and sold, take care of all your fans.

But her body was so painful that she couldn't move her throat.

Yan Chuxi opened his eyes and lowered his head to see a pair of charming and smart eyes.

He stood up all of a sudden, as if unable to bear the excitement, took a deep breath, and then firmly grasped the finger of Huarong with his hand, and his muscles were tense to a little trembling.

Huarong looks at the man with trembling shoulders buried in her hands. Her dry palms detect the moist liquid. She sighs gently and looks up at the ceiling. She can't say a word.

*

the news of Jiang's rebellion soon spread to the headquarters of the Hua family.

The flower banquet took people to collect Jiang's whole day, and called her to tell her that Hong Kong was all right and told her not to worry.

Huarong leaned on the bed, answered and hung up the phone.

She didn't tell them about her being shot.

Yan Chuxi fed her a mouthful of porridge and asked her, "what would you like to eat?"

Huarong shook his head, "no appetite."

Yan Chuxi looked at her for a moment and suddenly said, "he..."

Huarong interrupted him: "OK, stop talking."