"Go to Xincheng first!" Fang Zhihe commanded Ma Shuai, and tightened his arms, the Xincheng villa is close to the city compared to the manor, if Lin Rongfu has anything to do, he can ...... at any time

Alas, forget it, let's let Zhang Zhao take a look at it first! Fang Zhihe thought and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers: "Doctor Zhang, please come to my house first, well, try to bring some sedatives and other medicines, okay, thank you!"

After Fang Zhihe hung up the phone, he looked up at Ma Shuai and urged, "Hurry up!"

"Yes!" Ma Shuai stepped on the accelerator as he responded, and the car stopped in front of the Xincheng villa in less than fifteen minutes.

"Fluffy!" After the car stopped, Fang Zhihe whispered to the person in his arms, "We're here, let's get out of the car!"

But after saying it for a long time, he didn't get a response, he lowered his head and glanced at it, and reached out to gently help the paralyzed Lin Rongrong up: "It's okay, I don't believe you take a look." ”

Lin Rongrong did not look out of the window as Fang Zhihe said, but shrank his body again, his dim eyes were full of fear and helplessness, this fear and helplessness reminded Fang Zhihe of the sika deer in the blood dream, he remembered that when it was beaten to death, his eyes were like Lin Rongrong, and his heart twisted again when he thought of this.

At this time, Zhang Zhao was already standing at the door of the villa, he glanced at the stopped car, bent down to put the medicine box down, and quickly stepped forward to pull the car door, "Mr. Fang!"

"Hmm!"

Fang Zhihe answered and carefully picked up Lin Rongrong, stretched out his long legs and stepped off the car, he walked quickly to the door of the villa, kicked the door open, and then put Lin Rongrong in his arms on the double bed in the room on the first floor, and then turned his head to Zhang Zhao and said, "Doctor Zhang, please show her!"

"Okay!" Zhang Zhao looked at Lin Rongrong on the bed while responding, and after a while, he asked, "How long has it been sick?"

"About 40 minutes!"

"Did she take any drugs on a daily basis?"

"Nope!"

"Well, I'll give her an injection first and let her sleep for a while!"

"Well, good!"

Zhang Zhao stretched out his hand and took out the needle and medicine from the medicine box, injected a tube of tranquilizer into Lin Rongrong, then turned around and said goodbye to Fang Zhihe and left the Xincheng villa.

Fang Zhihe looked at the closed door, let out a long breath, after a while, he raised his eyes to look at Lin Rongrong on the bed, at this time Lin Rongrong had begun to lower his eyelids, he waited for a while, and after she fell asleep, he got up and retreated from the room.

After tossing for a whole afternoon, Fang Zhihe was already exhausted, so he fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.

However, this sleep was very unsteady, and I also dreamed, in the dream Lin Rongrong held a dagger, looking at him viciously, he was just about to speak, Lin Rongrong raised the dagger and stabbed him, he didn't remember whether he was stabbed in the end, he only remembered that he fell on his back in the muddy water, and the raindrops in the air fell one after another, falling on his face and body, smashing with a crackling sound.

In a trance-like dream, he felt that he had become a corpse, a corpse abandoned in the wilderness, and the rain hit his face heavily, poured into his neck and sleeves, but he did not feel a trace of coolness......

The next day, when Fang Zhihe woke up, he found that it was really raining outside, he raised his eyes to look at the rain marks on the glass, got up and paced to the door of the bedroom on the first floor, he hesitated for a moment and reached out to twist the doorknob, and opened the door gently, suddenly, an alert gaze shot towards him from inside the door.

She was back to the beginning, with eyes that were afraid of all, a stiff body, and a tightly closed mouth......

She shouldn't have done this, she shouldn't have done this to him, he was the one who had always helped and protected her, she shouldn't have done this to him!

Fang Zhihe swallowed his saliva, swallowed back the light call that he didn't spit out, and then closed the door gently, and at the moment when the door was closed, he felt that thousands of ants were crawling in his heart, which made him annoyed, so he grabbed the cigarette case from the coffee table, took out one, and lit it.