Chapter 729

Luo Fanxing reached out to pull a chair and sat down.

Glancing at Hong Ling's foot injury, Luo Fanxing turned his eyes to Hong Ling after confirming that the injury on her foot was all right.

Hong Ling was still brushing the tablet, staring at the screen, as if she was very serious. She didn't even react when the popsicle in her hand dripped onto the hospital bed.

It's stupid and stupid to be so strong.

"Are you feeling better?" Luo Fanxing lowered his voice.

Hong Ling replied casually, "I'm very good. I feel better than ever."

Luo Fanxing looked at Hong Ling's stubborn expression and smiled quietly. "I just came from Jun September. Don't you want to ask something else?"

Hong Ling was obviously stunned when she heard Jun's name in September.

But she still stubbornly replied.

"What do I have to ask? Jun did his own evil in September. He hurt himself like that and wanted to be a demon. It's not a good time to hang up. Besides, what does his immortality have to do with me? It's not as interesting as watching the play." With that, Hong Ling continued to stare at the tablet in her hand.

Luo Fanxing has light eyebrows and eyes. Hong Ling is such a person! I don't even know that the tablets have been taken down. The popsicles in her hands have melted. It's not honest.

Sure enough, He Jun had the same temper in September. Both of them were stubborn. Like cattle, they couldn't pull back.

No wonder two people have a spark. There is a reason.

"I'm relieved to hear that, Jun. he... I'm still worried about how to speak when I tell you about his situation." Luo Fanxing said and stood up slowly.

Almost as soon as she got up, Hong Ling sat up from the hospital bed, directly ignoring her leg in plaster.

"What did you just say?"

When Luo Fanxing turned around, Hong Ling grabbed her wrist. It was so powerful and frightening that it didn't look like a patient should have.

Luo Fanxing stopped and didn't look back. He just threw down a cold sentence: "Jun's ribs were almost completely broken in September, and his abdomen was like that... His situation... The only outcome..."

Before Luo Fanxing could say the following words, Hong Ling's strength in holding her hand suddenly increased.

"No, he can't die. Our account hasn't been settled yet. He can't die now." Hong Ling burst out in excitement, and her expression was very depressed.

Luo Fanxing turned back and glanced at Hong Ling holding her tightly.

Hong Ling's strength was so strong that red marks soon appeared on her arm.

Hung Ling bowed her head. It seemed that she could not accept that Jun had died in September. She clung to the bedside with her other hand and clenched her teeth. It seemed that she was trying to endure something.

"Don't you think it doesn't matter that Jun died in September?"

"I......"

Hong Ling was silent. She hung her head down, and her strength in her hands gradually decreased, but the whole person's mood seemed to collapse at this moment.

"That bastard... I haven't forgiven him. He can't die. I don't owe him. Why should he meddle to save me? I don't need it at all." Hong Ling said, tears falling down.

Stubbornly, she turned her head and tried to hold back her tears.

Luo Fanxing, who looked at this scene at the bottom of his eyes, gently smacked his tongue: "Hong Ling, is it interesting to be duplicity?"

Hearing this, Hong Ling was stunned.

"What Mingming cares about most is him, but he refuses to admit it. Now he knows he regrets it. If he can let it go, why should he do anything to save him when he knows that he may encounter a life and death crisis?" Luo Fanxing was not polite to Hong Ling at all, and his words hit the nail on the head: "you two clearly love each other, but you have to deliberately avoid all this. Isn't that tiring?"

Hong Ling: "...."

"The misunderstanding between you and Jun before September has been clarified. Even if he and Su Mingyue had an affair before, his body still belongs to you. Isn't that the most important thing?" Luo Fanxing could not help frowning: "you have given up your inheritance right for you in September."

"What?"

Hong Ling stared at Luo Fanxing, only shocked.

"He didn't tell you! He told me not to tell you." Luo Fanxing sighed: "he just wanted to stay in the place where you are. It was enough to look at you from a distance. Unexpectedly, this time, he found an opportunity to improve his relationship with you. But the price... Was a little... Big..."

Hong Ling looked at Luo Fanxing, and her tears could no longer stop coming down.

"Stars... Can this world really regret it?" Hong Ling swallowed softly and insisted not to let herself collapse: "that guy, I don't want his love. I don't want him to sacrifice himself for me. I don't need his pity. He wants me to forgive her. However, if he dies like this, I will hate him more, hate him all my life, and never forgive him again."

"I wish you could hear what you said in September." Seeing that Hong Ling's face was full of tears, Luo Fanxing said softly.

It's really the first time for Hong Ling to cry like this.

When Hong Ling heard Luo Fanxing's words, her expression sank. She immediately stood up, regardless of the fact that her injured foot was still in plaster. She immediately ran out to find Jun september9.

Unfortunately, her injured foot is now unable to move. Almost the moment her foot landed, the whole person lost his balance and fell on the floor.

At the critical moment, Luo Fanxing turned around as soon as he tightened his waist. He had brought Hong Ling back neatly and threw her back into the hospital bed.

With a jerk, she lay on her back on the hospital bed. Hong Ling struggled and immediately wanted to get up again.

"Stars, don't stop me. I'm going to see him..."

Hong Ling is excited and makes a noise. Luo Fanxing leans over and directly presses Hong Ling back. Hong Ling wants to struggle, but Luo Fanxing directly clasps her wrist with a slight gesture.

At that moment, Hong Ling lost her resistance.

Luo Fanxing's eyes cooled down. She looked at Hong Ling with some displeasure.

"Now I know how much I love you?"

Hong Ling: "...."

"Now you know you regret it?"

Hong Ling: "...."

"Want to make up for it?"

Hong Ling: "...."

Luo Fanxing stared at Hong Ling seriously. The sight made Hong Ling lower her head and dared not face Luo Fanxing's sight.

Seeing that Hong Ling was suddenly honest, Luo Fanxing just released the hand that held her wrist. Luo Fanxing gracefully turned around, pulled back the chair and sat down.

Hong Ling chose to be silent. She didn't say a word, but just lay quietly on the hospital bed.

Luo Fanxing looked at Hong Ling like this, and a moment later he said something leisurely.

"From the beginning to the end, I didn't seem to have told you... You're dead in September!"

Hong Ling: "...."