Hua Rong said lightly: "I accidentally broke it." ”

Old Expert: "??? "What does it mean to accidentally break it?

Feng Jin walked over and pressed it on Hua Rong's shoulder, and said to the doctor, "Give her a bone." ”

It didn't take much effort to connect the bones, and the old expert had excellent medical skills, and he quickly corrected the two misplaced fingers for Hua Rong.

Hua Rong didn't cry out in pain, but her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her endurance was stronger than that of a man in terms of tolerating pain.

After a while of treating the wounds, the doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicines, and asked them to go back.

The day has already dawned, and the originally quiet city has gradually become lively and noisy.

Hua Rong leaned back in her seat and turned her head to look at the clear light and shadow of the early morning outside the window, her complexion was tired and cold, and she was a little tired.

Feng Jin took a blanket and put it on her and asked her, "Have breakfast first or go home and sleep?" ”

"Sleep." She rubbed her eyebrows, "I'm so sleepy right now." ”

Feng Jin didn't say anything more, and drove towards his villa.

Hua Rong closed her eyes and curled up in the passenger seat.

I always felt that something was different.

With the disappearance of power, the relationship and position between her and Feng Jin can no longer maintain a balance and be evenly matched as in the past, such a passive situation was actually given to her by Feng Jin, she really didn't expect it.

Ay.

It could be retribution.

She forced him for more than ten years, and finally it was his turn to come to her for revenge.

*

Yanzong stopped breathing in the early hours of a spring day in London in February.

When he died, his favorite children and women were by his side, and he lay in the bed where he had slept for half his life, and in the company of his children and lover, he stepped into the arms of death.

He died peacefully, without struggling, and death brought him eternal tranquility, and finally did not need to be troubled by illness.

After his death, the old lawyer in charge of his will announced the will he had entrusted him to draft, and fifty percent of the funds and stocks in his name were divided among his wife and eldest son, and the rest was inherited by his illegitimate son and illegitimate daughter.

Yan Qingfeng inherited this old mansion under his name, and as the heir of the Yan Group, he will pass on this ancient mansion from generation to generation.

There are not many entries in the will, after all, he was not the ruler of the Yan family for a long time, and there were not many things left in his hands.

When the will was announced, everyone was very quiet, and those who stayed here were the closest people to Yanzong, and there were no property disputes, and everyone accepted the things in Yanzong's will peacefully.

Yan Zong's death was not sudden, long before winter, everyone had already accepted the fact that he was leaving, and there was a choked sound intermittently in the villa, which was a servant who had served the Yan family all his life secretly sobbing for the deceased male master.

The people from the funeral home will come over soon, Fu Tingyuan came out of the room, stood at the window and lit a cigarette.

The two most important people in his life disappeared within a month, and he didn't actually react yet, he just felt empty.

The weight that Yan Zong had been pressing on his shoulders dissipated all at once, and the expectations, pressures, and disappointments he had once had for him dissipated with his death.

There was no sense of relaxation at all.

It's like a person who has been pressed by bricks all along, and although he has removed the bricks, he doesn't seem to be used to walking.