"What about that person?"

Lou Luchuan got up, walked to the window, and looked at the birdcage hanging above, in which a beautiful white canary was chirping.

He raised his hand to tease the bird.

The corners of the mouth are always raised with a light arc.

Beautiful, but with no sense of distance.

It looks like it's easy to get along with.

"Dead."

The man behind him replied.

Lou Luchuan raised his eyebrows: "Jiang Ruan was killed?" ”

"Fu Chi."

Hearing this answer, Lou Luchuan stopped moving, and his light-colored pupils flashed with a bit of strange light.

"Tactical pen, stab in the dead hole, kill with one blow."

The man behind him said this sentence again.

Lou Luchuan plucked the Buddha beads and laughed lowly.

"That man, it's really not the average keen."

The prince of the Fu family, who has been living abroad for so many years, the Fu family has been eyeing him, but no one has been able to do anything to him, he is actually very curious, what surprising secrets are hidden behind that man.

At the end, Lou Luchuan chuckled: "Dispose of the corpse, don't let people notice." ”

"Okay."

Lou Luchuan turned around, returned to his small table, and fiddled with a precious orchid on the table.

The smile on the corner of his mouth never diminished: "This is just the beginning." ”

……

Injection into the body.

Jiang Ruan's frowning brows slowly relaxed.

It seems that the pain has eased.

Fu Chi didn't miss the change in the expression on her face, which proved that this injection did have a relieving effect.

Without the slightest pause, he took out the surgical tools and medicines from the cabinet in the back, turned back, and cut the cloth on Jiang Ruan's arm, revealing the bloody wound that had been pierced by the bullet.

He stared at the curling scarlet flesh, his eye sockets darkening.

Inject anesthetic.

Holding back his emotions, he slowly cut open the wound and took the bullet out.

The hands that had operated on hundreds of operations were trembling slightly.

Minutes and seconds passed.

After 40 minutes, the wound was stitched up.

He exhaled slightly, a thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead, he directly removed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, threw them aside, held her hand, the palm rotated in her palm, and then held the back of her hand, and his fingertips lightly tapped the back of her hand three times.

Then, he bent down and pressed his forehead against hers.

An action that belongs only to the two of them.

The long lashes flutter gently.

"Ruan Ruan, I'm right next to you." His voice was incredibly soft: "Where are you and where am I." ”

Years ago, she pulled him out of purgatory, she had met him in the darkest of hells, and now, he wanted to do everything to let her see the light.

Jiang Ruan's consciousness was chaotic, and in a trance, someone hooked her hand, familiar movements, familiar feelings, and familiar rhythms, making her work hard to clear the clouds and see the people who were close at hand.

But no matter what she did, she couldn't do it.

He could only shout in the direction of the void.

"Little Dumb ......"

A low voice slowly overflowed her throat, and she gripped the hand tightly.

Fu Chi was slightly stunned, the girl in front of him frowned, hugged his arm tightly, and the strength of his hand gradually increased, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again.

"Little Dumb ......"

She muttered these three words unconsciously, her voice trembling, but she still didn't wake up.

Fu Chi's eyes rolled out thick emotions, his eyes gradually reddened, and those innocent eyes crushed all the tenderness in the world.