“.” Fu Tingyuan was righteous.

Luo Nanchu rolled his eyes at him and hugged him back, "I won't talk to you, I'm going to eat, it's cold." ”

While Fu Tingyuan was eating, Luo Nanchu went out and handed over the thought to the servants waiting in the car, asking them to take the child back.

After all, it is a place like a hospital, and the child is delicate, and he is afraid of being infected with any bacteria and viruses, even if it is an ordinary flu, it is enough to toss.

Luo Nanchu sat back and hesitated for a moment, "Hasn't Feng Jin been out of the operating room yet?" ”

Fu Tingyuan nodded, and then said softly: "There is more luck and less luck." ”

Luo Nan's heart sank slightly, and his face was a little dignified.

"You wait to go upstairs to accompany Hua Rong, she is not in a good mental state, you can help me keep an eye on her." Fu Tingyuan's fingers gently fiddled with the edge of the bowl in front of him, and said to Luo Nanchu, "She and Feng Jin have been two people for so many years, whoever dies and the other person can't be stable in this life, they are connected." ”

"Hmm." Luo Nanchu nodded, "I understand." ”

Childhood.

There is no guess in the two.

Even if it's not a lover, it's an intimacy carved into the blood and bones.

From youth to teenagers, from teenagers to young adults, they have walked far longer than anyone else.

.

She may understand Hua Rong's feelings for Feng Jin better than anyone else.

Hate naturally exists.

But if you have loved someone, how can you accept his death?

I'd rather die than die for the other person, and loving someone is so helpless.

Luo Nanchu lowered his head, his mood a little heavy.

Fu Tingyuan said this, maybe Feng Jin really ...... I can't get it back.

After she knew what Feng Jin had done, she naturally shared the same hatred and united front with Hua Rong, but when she thought of Feng Jin dead, how sad Hua Rong should be, she couldn't bear it.

No matter how bastard Feng Jin is, he shouldn't die.

What's more, Hua Rong loves him so much.

Fu Tingyuan ate for a while, and the mobile phone in his pocket rang, he picked it up and looked at it, and quickly picked it up.

I didn't know what the other side was talking about, Luo Nanchu only knew that his face was getting more and more ugly, and after a while, he hung up the phone and said to her: "Feng Jin came out of the operating room." ”

Luo Nanchu stood up from his position, looking at Fu Tingyuan's solemn expression, his heart kept falling, and his palms were cold.

She walked over and grabbed the man's hand, holding it gently in her arms, feeling the chill on the other's fingertips.

It was only ten minutes from the restaurant to the operating room, Luo Nanchu felt that his legs were a little weak after walking a few steps, and he was hugged into his arms by Fu Tingyuan, his lips fell on her forehead, and he said softly: "He is not dead yet." You take care of Huarong, and I'll take care of the rest. “

"Not dead...... Luo Nanchu raised his head and looked at him a little blankly, "What do you mean?" ”

Fu Tingyuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he said to her: "The operation failed, and he didn't wake up." Now transferred to the ICU ward...... Let's see if there's a chance to wake up. ”

Luo Nanchu took a low breath of cool air, watching his eyes shrink violently for a moment, she stood up straight, and said to Fu Tingyuan: "I'll take care of Rong Rong......"

For a moment, her mind was a little confused. A trace of indescribable emotion came to his heart - if Feng Jin died, what would Hua Rong do in the future? How could he just leave Hua Rong and leave?