When Song Caiwei heard the words of her followers, her heart was even more uncomfortable, and the anxiety and worry on Murong Feng's face stung her eyes. Baidu search, more good free reading.

Chang Xiaoxiao's forehead was broken, and there were several abrasions on his body, but fortunately there was no danger to his life.

"Then why didn't she wake up?"

Facing Murong Feng's powerful aura, the doctor replied tremblingly, "This young lady is in a coma due to excessive fright, but she should be able to wake up soon." ”

"Notify me as soon as you wake up," Murong Feng instructed the bodyguard.

"Yes, young master."

Out of the ward, Murong Feng asked Wei Qing: "I will ask in person where the person is." ”

"Master Hui, you've been locked up, I'll take you there."

Out of the ward, in the corridor, Murong Feng met Song Caiwei with a servant.

Song Caiwei found the hospital where she smiled and followed. Baidu search, more good free reading.

The two passed by, and Murong Feng didn't even look at her, which made her very hurt.

She clenched her fists, unwilling, and turned around to stop Murong Feng.

"Young Master Murong"

Murong Feng stopped and turned around as she wished.

"You know me"

Song Caiwei didn't expect him to forget himself so quickly, maybe he didn't want to remember it at all, and he was even more sad.

She hid her loss, smiled gracefully and sweetly back.

"My father is Song Duhai."

Murong Feng felt that she was a little familiar.

"It turned out to be Miss Song, is Mr. Song okay?"

"It's okay, thank you." Although Song Caiwei's heart is beating fast, her expression is always calm, the more she is in front of the person she likes, the more she must remain reserved, she understands this simple truth.

"I still have something to do, go first, and say hello to Mr. Song for me."

Song Caiwei's word "good" has not yet been spoken, and Murong Feng has already left in great strides, leaving her with only an arrogant back.

In one room, the rich second generation was tied up and fainted in the corner, his face was covered with blood, his whole body was injured, and he looked like he had been beaten.

After Murong Feng entered, he smelled a faint smell of blood, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and his face was gloomy.

"Throw him out of here."

"Yes, young master."

In another corner, there was a man squatting on the ground, holding his head and trembling, he had witnessed how those bodyguards treated the rich second generation, and then he was afraid that it would be his turn.

Murong Feng sat on the sofa and pointed to his little brother: "You, come here"

The threatening voice made his body tremble violently, and he looked at the black-clothed bodyguards in the room, unable to stand still, and crawled to Murong Feng.

"The car is yours"

"It's mine."

"Then tell me how the brakes failed?"

"It's really none of my business, my car is new, and it definitely shouldn't be like that. I have no grievances with Sister Xiaoxiao, I can't hurt her, even if I hurt her, I won't be stupid enough to use my own car, Mr. Zhou, please believe me"

"Wei Qing, bring people in"

Wei Qing asked the bodyguard to bring people in, it was a middle-aged man, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he looked delirious.

"You know him" Murong Feng looked at his little brother again, his eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was cold.

The little brother shook his head.

"He was the one who did it in your car." Wei Qing laughed out loud for Chang Xiao, and kicked the middle-aged man again.

The middle-aged man had reached his limit and fainted in agony.

"Did he recruit him?" Wei Qing asked the bodyguard.

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